บท 2: Chapter 2: Little Friend, Do You Have Many Questions?
"What's going on? Is this really your car, or did you rent it?" Zhang Menglong immediately snapped a photo and sent a message back to Zhang Xiaoyun.
This was a Rolls-Royce, and although Zhang Menglong didn't know much about cars, even the cheapest Rolls-Royce cost millions, surely selling everything their family owned wouldn't even compare to the price of such a car, right?
"Kid, you're already surprised by this little thing? Later on, won't you start questioning life? Come on, get in the car. This is the butler who has always managed our family's assets, just call him Uncle Hong."
"Butler? Our family has a butler?" Zhang Menglong was a bit disoriented. In those novels and movies, he thought butlers were only something group CEOs or some Western countries had.
"Young Master, please get in the car quickly, it's more than half an hour's drive from the station to home, don't keep Mr. Zhang waiting anxiously."
"Oh, oh..." Zhang Menglong tiptoed into the car. Even though it seemed like the car really belonged to their family right now, he still didn't dare to relax, because if he accidentally damaged the interior, that wouldn't be something a few tens of thousands could fix.
"Drive!" Uncle Hong resumed his previous authority, and the driver closed the door carefully and returned to the driver's seat. The car smoothly headed toward his home.
"Old man, are you Uncle Hong?" asked Zhang Menglong cautiously, "My dad said you are our family's butler, but why have I never seen you before?"
"Hehehe, Young Master, Mr. Zhang didn't want you to know these things, naturally he had his reasons. Now that you are informed, it means he is ready to hand everything over to you. When you get home, you will know everything," Uncle Hong replied respectfully.
"Damn, is what my dad said about inheriting the family fortune true?" Zhang Menglong's heart suddenly started beating violently. If that was the case, why bother working hard? Wouldn't it be better just to lazily inherit the wealth?
"Uncle Hong, may I ask you a question?"
"Young Master, please go ahead. As long as it's not something Mr. Zhang has instructed me not to disclose, I will surely answer all your questions."
"Is this car really ours? It's not rented, is it?" Zhang Menglong was still full of doubts up to this moment.
"Of course this car belongs to Mr. Zhang's household," said Uncle Hong, "Is the Young Master thinking that this car is too low-class? Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do. Mr. Zhang's arrangements were so sudden, I had no time to prepare, so I had to make do with picking you up in this car first."
"Low-class? Make do?" These words rocked around in Zhang Menglong's mind.
Are you serious, old man, that you need to be so pretentious? This is a Rolls-Royce. In the whole of Jiangnan City, not that many can afford to drive one, right? This car is definitely considered a top-level luxury car, and you call it low-class?
What kind of car is considered high-class? What kind of car is not just making do?
"Are we really that rich?" Zhang Menglong asked again.
"Hehehe, Young Master, I don't know the full extent of Mr. Zhang's wealth, but I can tell you, the value of just the part of the assets I manage for Mr. Zhang far exceeds that of the current world's richest man, Mr. Bezos," answered Uncle Hong.
"My gosh!" Originally, Zhang Menglong thought that even if his family was wealthy, it would just mean owning a fairly sizable company. But according to Uncle Hong, a portion of his family's property was enough to become the wealthiest in the world, which was just too...
"Young Master, regarding your family matters, in fact, I don't know much. Our family's mission is simply to help Mr. Zhang manage his wealth, and we do not inquire into anything else."
"Your family?" Zhang Menglong was stunned again, not quite comprehending the meaning of these words.
"Our Hong family's genealogical records have registered more than twenty generations. From the first ancestor recorded in our genealogy, we have been serving your family," said Uncle Hong.
"What in the world is going on?" Zhang Menglong's mind was in complete chaos, and the lyrics "kid, do you have a lot of question marks" kept echoing in his ears. He even wondered if he was still dreaming and hadn't woken up yet.
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But at this time, the car had already arrived at the entrance of their residential complex. Standing at the gate was a man and a woman, none other than Zhang Menglong's father, Zhang Xiaoyun, and his mother, Wang Yajie.
"Mr. Zhang, I have brought the young master back as you instructed," Uncle Hong said, bowing deeply to Zhang Xiaoyun. Zhang Menglong noticed that Uncle Hong's gaze towards Zhang Xiaoyun contained a hint of reverence, almost as if it was worship!
"You've worked hard, Uncle Hong. You may go back now. Remember the task I assigned to you. Please take good care of Menglong from now on." Zhang Xiaoyun said to Uncle Hong.
"Mr. Zhang, what are you saying? This is what I ought to do. Rest assured, I will take good care of the young master in your absence."
"Alright, then you may go and take care of things."
"Yes!" Uncle Hong got back into the car, and the Rolls-Royce swiftly drove away.
"What's going on? In your absence? Dad, where are you guys going? A honeymoon? No way, no way. You are both getting on in years, still seeking romance and excitement?"
"Smack!" Zhang Xiaoyun slapped Zhang Menglong on the head, "You brat, what do you mean 'getting on in years'? Can't you speak properly?"
"Then where are you going? To the deep forests, to become a couple of heroes like in the Condor Heroes?" Zhang Menglong continued teasing.
"Have you been reading too many novels?" Wang Yajie poked Zhang Menglong on the forehead.
"Let's go home first and discuss it there," Zhang Xiaoyun said.
It was still that 89-square-meter house, which felt strangely incongruent with the Rolls-Royce they had just been in. While there was a table full of delicious dishes, Zhang Menglong was so filled with questions he couldn't muster much of an appetite.
He aimlessly picked at his food, and suddenly the atmosphere at the dinner table grew tense.
"Mom and Dad, isn't it about time you tell me what's going on? Are you two teaming up to bamboozle me? It's really unnecessary. So what if the company fired me? If they don't want me, it's their loss. Work can always be found."
"Who's bamboozling you? Now, I'm telling you seriously that starting today, all ownership of the family's assets are transferred to you."
"All assets? How much?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously.
"I don't know. I've never counted. Just know that you won't be able to make a dent in it for the rest of your life."
Zhang Xiaoyun pulled out a box as if by magic. Inside the box lay a green stone, which under the light, seemed to emanate a captivating luster, "Besides the family's assets, you will also take over the control of this school."
"School? Isn't this just a stone? What school?" Zhang Menglong grabbed the stone, but unexpectedly, as soon as the stone was clasped in his palm, it melted like ice and seeped into his skin, disappearing without a trace.
"What the hell!" Zhang Menglong was so frightened that he flipped his chair over. An unidentified object had penetrated his body. Could there be anything more bizarre than this?
However, Zhang Menglong's parents were completely unfazed, as if all this had been expected.
"Alright, go to sleep. When you wake up from this sleep, you'll understand everything!"
Wang Yajie's hand suddenly moved in front of Zhang Menglong's eyes as if performing hypnotism, and he found his vision blurring. He fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, he arrived at a place of utmost mystery...
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