I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property
Chapter 339 - 337: It's Good When the Money Arrives, No Matter Who Comes

"A wreck? Is this actually considered a wreck? Can I get one of these wrecks then?"

"I've always heard that the richest man in the world doesn't play by the rules. Today, I've really seen it for myself."

"Only gifts above 1 billion US dollars count as sincere? This is going to bankrupt Mr. Infelite!"

"You might not know this, but Zhang Menglong is currently known as the God of Cars in the racing world. Not long ago, America's God of Cars went to challenge him with a stake of 1 million US dollars. Guess what he said?"

"What did he say?"

"He said if you don't have the money, don't bother coming to race him. For any stakes below 10 billion US dollars, he wouldn't even consider it! To him, this 1 billion US dollars probably truly lacks sincerity."

"Oh, my God, he's literally a devil! Does his money fall from the sky or something?"

"If money were really falling from the sky, it must mean that the sky is Zhang Menglong's plane dropping cash!"

With another mention of 1 billion US dollars, it stunned the people near the hotel witnessing this event. Infelite's total assets were just about 1 billion US dollars, and recently, Qualcomm Electronics' stock had already been halted twice. Most of his wealth was in shares of Qualcomm Electronics, which had sharply dropped his personal fortune to less than 800 million US dollars!

Where was he supposed to get this 1 billion US dollars? Even if he sold all his stocks and all his luxurious cars and houses, that still wouldn't sum up to 1 billion US dollars! He would even need to borrow money from friends to come up with 1 billion US dollars.

"Mr. Zhang said, if Mr. Infelite's sincerity isn't enough, he won't meet with you," Otto said, "By the way, unless something unexpected happens, Qualcomm Electronics' stock is still going to be halted tomorrow. The stock market hasn't closed yet, so if you sell your shares now, you might get a bit more money."

"1 billion US dollars? He's a madman!" Infelite glared fiercely at Otto's departing figure, knowing he could never come up with that 1 billion no matter what.

Holding onto his current net worth was all thanks to the shares of Qualcomm Electronics, asking him to sell those shares was almost no different from killing him.

"Let's go!" Infelite looked bitterly towards the direction of the hotel and stormed off with his assistant.

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"The national strike event has expanded further, with over 500 companies on strike and more than 100,000 workers!"

"Qualcomm Electronics' stock plummeted as soon as the market opened, falling to less than 70% of its original value!"

"Zhang Menglong announces an additional investment in the Worker's Fund Foundation!"

The next morning, these three pieces of news exploded like a bombshell across the Continent of America.

Zhang Menglong had actually increased the funding for the Worker's Fund Foundation—did he want the entire workforce of America to go on strike?

"Infelite, you bastard, what have you done?" Barely awake, Infelite received an anonymous call.

"Who are you to talk to me like that?" Infelite responded discontentedly, still not recovered from the yesterday's encounter with Zhang Menglong.

"I am Liz Hebert!"

Still groggy, Infelite suddenly became wide awake, "The... the Governor..."

"You idiot, I told you to apologize to Zhang Menglong, not provoke him further. What have you done? He just doubled the funding for the Worker's Fund Foundation!"

"What?" Infelite went pale with fright.

"You still feel like sleeping?" Hebert said coldly, sneering, "Fine, keep sleeping. If I don't see Zhang Menglong cancel that damned fund by tonight, prepare for prison!"

"It's over!" Infelite was instantly wide awake. The warning he had received yesterday was via Mobai. Although he was incredibly anxious, he didn't believe he would really be arrested; perhaps Mobai was just applying pressure. That's why he dared to leave after being upset yesterday.

But today, it was the Governor himself who had called. If he truly couldn't satisfy Zhang Menglong today, he had no doubt that he would be sent to prison tonight!

If he had known that the comment was not a threat, he would've begged Zhang Menglong for forgiveness even if he had to kneel on the ground all of last night without sleep!

"Right, money!" At this moment, Infelite could no longer care about money. If he were to be imprisoned for 50 years, what use would having more money be!

He immediately opened his stock account, but the green color plunged him into despair instantly.

If he had listened to Otto yesterday and sold his stocks and luxurious houses and cars, he might have barely scraped together 900 million US dollars or even more. With some borrowed money based on his relationships, he might have reached one billion.

But the cliff-like stock plunge this morning had cut almost one hundred million from his personal assets!

In just one night, he had lost a full 100 million US dollars! Now, he needed to borrow 200 million US dollars to make up the one billion!

Infelite began frantically calling various banks, hoping to secure a loan.

In his glorious days, the bank managers would beg him to deposit money, even bringing expensive gifts during the holidays to visit him.

But now, he had become a persona non grata at all banks. Although they were unaware of Infelite's issues with Zhang Menglong, seeing the situation at Qualcomm Electronics, most assumed it was going downhill; lending money to Infelite seemed like a sure loss. Who would dare lend him money?

Having no choice, he placed his hopes on other shareholders of Qualcomm Electronics.

"You brought us to this state and still have the face to borrow money? Get lost!" Although everyone was involved in the Silicon Moonlight incident, in the eyes of those shareholders, Infelite was the main culprit. They too had suffered massive losses recently; not kicking a man down was already merciful, how could they possibly lend him money?

In desperation, Infelite began searching online for lending institutions, but these lenders charged very high-interest rates. Most critically, where would he find an institution that could lend him 200 million US dollars?

Infelite, as if he had lost his soul, sat blankly in front of the computer.

"Do you still need money? We can solve your urgent needs. There's no cap on the loan, just sign an agreement to apply!"

An advertisement appeared on Infelite's computer, suddenly sparking a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

He tried entering his personal information. After an assessment, he was actually approved for a loan of 200 million US dollars!

The agreement was simple: if he couldn't repay the money, he would repay through labor.

In his desperate situation, Infelite hastily glanced over and immediately applied for the money. Surprisingly, the platform had some unknown backing; within just ten minutes, 200 million US dollars had really been deposited into his account!

Infelite felt as if he had been reborn, immediately liquidating all his stocks and mortgaging his house and car to finally gather 1 billion US dollars in cash!

He rushed to Zhang Menglong's hotel with the bank card containing the cash.

"Back again? Did you bring enough sincerity?" Otto glanced at Infelite derisively.

"I brought enough!" Infelite handed over the card with both hands, "This card holds my sincerity, it is for Mr. Zhang's girlfriend's birthday gift. I hope Mr. Zhang will meet with me!"

"You wait here," Otto casually took the card. To him, one billion US dollars was just another number.

A few minutes later, Zhang Menglong, dressed in pajamas, walked out of the elevator.

"Mr. Zhang, you finally agreed to see me!" Infelite was nearly moved to tears.

"Oh!" said Zhang Menglong sarcastically, "Mr. Infelite, you're really too kind. It was expensive for my girlfriend's birthday!"

If looks could kill, Infelite would have slain Zhang Menglong a thousand times over. It wasn't just expensive for him; it was bankruptcy! Yet Zhang Menglong was still acting here.

Deliberately in front of Infelite, Zhang Menglong stuffed the card into his bathrobe pocket. "Mr. Infelite, it's good that the money came, but what kind of people are you bringing here!"