I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 487 - 485: You Can Eat Shit Randomly, But You Can’t Talk Nonsense

With this speculation in mind, Cook immediately reported his thoughts and his leader through his own network of contacts, and the speculation quickly garnered serious attention.

The higher-ups discussed and concluded that the likelihood of Zhang Menglong being behind this was indeed quite high.

There were only three possible scenarios for the military support to Tambat Kingdom, one being state-level support, but this possibility had been largely ruled out as the countries with the greatest suspicion had provided their proof.

The second possibility was the action of some international organization against Brahma Country, but Brahma Country hadn't offended any international organizations. Even if there were a real desire to target them, there would need to be a purpose, right? Yet up to this point, no one had contacted them to negotiate any conditions.

As for the last possibility, it must have been an individual's act.

Weapons and equipment worth 100 billion US dollars—ordinary people simply wouldn't have the financial power to afford this, but Zhang Menglong was no ordinary person. They believed that even if it were ten times that amount, as long as someone could get the goods, Zhang Menglong would be able to pay for it!

Furthermore, Zhang Menglong had the motive to carry out such an act, and his movements strongly suggested this. All things considered, if this wasn't done by Zhang Menglong, then he was behind it, pulling the strings. If not, they might as well stand on their heads in front of a running fan!

Now they were the ones at fault and in a weaker position; they definitely wouldn't dare to further worsen their relationship with Zhang Menglong rashly. But they had to confirm whether or not it was Zhang Menglong who did this so they could think about how to deal with the matter thereafter.

After gathering multiple opinions, Cook finally received an order: to probe Zhang Menglong and see if he could get any leads from him.

Upon receiving this task, Cook felt utterly distressed. What kind of unlucky job was this? Based on previous experience, did anyone who dealt with Zhang Menglong ever end well?

You say it's clearly someone else's assets; why do you have to scheme against them? Are they not paying you taxes or what? Such a massive enterprise, even if returned to Zhang Menglong, could he really move it back to Huaxia? As long as it remains in Brahma Country, what difference does it make from Brahma Country's own industries?

But you just had to privatize someone else's assets, and now, look what happened. You've offended them, and when pushed to the brink, they directly join your enemies against you—is this the situation you wanted?

This clearly wasn't Cook's idea, but he had to clean up this mess, cursing the ancestors of those politicians in his heart.

But there was no helping it. Even as a bureau chief, in a department with little real power, he was still just a lowly worker, who could only silently take orders from the higher-ups.

Cook reluctantly dialed Zhang Menglong's number, but his mind was still searching for the right words—how should he start? Should he just outright ask if this was Zhang Menglong's doing? It would be strange if Zhang Menglong admitted it.

Shoot the breeze about family and personal matters? He wasn't friends with Zhang Menglong and any person with half a brain wouldn't use such an approach to communicate.

But the call had already gone through, and Cook could no longer ponder.

"Hello, I am Zhang Menglong!" Zhang Menglong carried a what-do-you-want-to-talk-about expression through the phone. He was completely aware of everything Brahma Country had been doing these past few days and knew they had begun to suspect him.

But Zhang Menglong was not flustered because he hadn't left any traceable evidence regarding the matter. Furthermore, he couldn't wait for the people from Brahma Country to come to him. If they put up with it silently, where would he vent his frustration?

"Mr. Zhang, hello, this is Cook. We had been in contact a while back."

"Oh, Cook?" Zhang Menglong began to blather, "How about the proposal I made last time? Your Apple Inc. is now valued at 2.1 trillion US dollars, I offered to buy it for 3 trillion dollars—a price that's quite sincere, and I'd pay in cash, all at once!"

Cook was bewildered on his end, thinking what nonsense this was. He was Cook, the Public Notary Bureau Director from Brahma Country, not that Cook from America who sold phones. Even if you couldn't distinguish the names, you should at least be able to tell the difference between English and the language of Brahma Country, right?

Buying Apple Inc. for 3 trillion dollars in cash—whom are you trying to impress with such grandiosity?

"Mr. Zhang, I am the Cook from Brahma Country's Public Notary Bureau, not the Cook you just mentioned." Knowing that Zhang Menglong was doing this on purpose, Cook could only silently endure.

"Oh, oh, oh, hahaha, sorry Mr. Cook, I've been busy acquiring Apple Inc. and accidentally mistook someone for you," Zhang Menglong said without an ounce of apology. "May I ask why Mr. Cook is looking for me? Did you find that will?"

"Mr. Zhang, I've made myself perfectly clear that there's no such will to begin with, so there's nothing to find, is there?"

"Then why are you bothering me? Idiot, wasting my time!" With that, Zhang Menglong hung up the phone.

Cook was on the verge of tears at the other end, wondering if this person was trained in face-changing. How could he switch attitudes so abruptly? Couldn't he give someone the time it takes to sing a song to talk?

At this moment, he really felt like quitting, but he had no choice and had to steel himself to call Zhang Menglong again.

"Mr. Zhang, this is Cook, I just..."

"Oh, Mr. Cook? Ahaha, I just had a call from an idiot with the exact same name as yours, I almost mistook him for you."

Cook felt a vein throbbing on his forehead as he suppressed the urge to commit murder and spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang, I am the same Cook who called you just now."

"Why the hell is it you again, don't bother me if there's nothing important, I'm on my way to acquire Apple Inc.!"

"Wait, Mr. Zhang, please don't hang up," Cook hurriedly said, "I really have never seen the will you mentioned, but I promise, if it really exists, I will make every effort to find it for you!"

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Zhang Menglong sneered, "Now, what do you want with me? I'm very busy, I have a big deal worth three trillion US dollars to discuss."

Cook was going insane. Could they please stop mentioning buying Apple Inc. and throwing around figures like three trillion US dollars in cash? Even the entire wealth of the Mahalast Family didn't amount to three trillion US dollars. He suspected this was some kind of hint.

"Mr. Zhang, I heard you left Brahma Country recently for a trip to Xuli?"

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"Yeah, so what? I'm not a citizen of your country, why do you care where I go?"

"Mr. Zhang, that place is so dangerous with constant warfare, what were you doing there?"

"Nonsense, I was there for tourism, what else?" Zhang Menglong said unapologetically, "I bought a new villa that I wanted to redecorate and wanted to reference Xuli's style, is that not okay?"

Cook was speechless. He knew about styles like Northern European, Mediterranean, American, and Japanese, but had never heard of Xuli style. Was it a style where everything was in ruins?

Are you insane? Who in their right mind would want to live in a house styled like that?

"Mr. Zhang, are you aware of the recent conflict between our country and the Tambat Kingdom?"

"Of course, didn't you guys get walloped? The prisoners of war were even dragged to the front line, dressed up in women's clothing, stood on their heads while washing their hair and eating instant noodles, smoked backwards and drank ash water. It was hilarious!"

"Laughing at your mother? If this has nothing to do with you, I'd do anything backwards myself!" Cook said, clenching his fist as he listened to Zhang Menglong's irritating voice.

"Mr. Zhang, surely this matter doesn't involve you, does it?"

After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Menglong spoke with a tone of grievance, "Mr. Cook, you can eat whatever crap you want but you can't just say anything. Do you have evidence?"