I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 845 - 843: We Are the Nobles

Zhang Menglong has struck it rich, and so have the sisters Ireel and Shayana. Their current wealth even surpasses the owner of the Level Five Civilization, the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire.

Especially Ireel, with her status as an Administrator, she’s practically raking in the money. Those wanting to join the group aren’t worried about Yiruie being greedy, they’re afraid she won’t take the money!

In the "Giant Signal" system, anything certified by the Universal Alliance, apart from money, can be directly sent as a red envelope, including planets, minerals, companies, and so on.

While Zhang Menglong was refining the pendant, Ireel’s "Giant Signal" was practically exploding.

"Hey little brother, I’m the owner of the Ozer Civilization. I want to join the master’s group, can you approve my application? I’m willing to give you 10 Level Four Civilizations!"

Giant Signal Red Envelope: Civilization Transfer Agreement (Pending Signature)

"Hey little brother, I heard you’re a friend of the master? I was recommended by a friend, and I’ve already applied to join the group, could you help approve it for me?"

Giant Signal Red Envelope: 100 billion Cosmic Coins (Pending Collection)

(Note: Please approve the application, I’m begging you!)

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Ireel’s "Giant Signal" messages have exceeded 999+, and her most impressive former friend was just the son of a Level Three Lord.

But now, her Giant Signal circle is home to thousands of Level Six Life Forms and Level Seven Life Forms, and almost everyone has sent her a red packet!

Some red packets weren’t even opened, prompting those people to desperately ping her to quickly collect the red packets!

"Brother Zhang, should we add all these people?"

"As long as they’re the owner of a Level Five Civilization or above Level Six Life Forms, they can be added, but everyone must follow the rules. If they don’t comply, kick them out!" Zhang Menglong didn’t bother to give them any face, after all, it wasn’t him who was asking for favors!

Ireel clicked on the red packets so much that his fingers almost cramped, but he had only clicked on a little over half, and just from these half red packets, the cash alone was approaching 1 star, and his assets now included hundreds of Level Four Civilizations and a lot of other wealth.

He was even wealthier than the owner of a Level Five Civilization!

"Brother Zhang, I’ll transfer all these things to you in a while." Ireel knew he hadn’t done anything, and as they say, "no work, no pay," he felt awkward accepting so much stuff.

"Between us brothers, who cares," Zhang Menglong didn’t intend to take those things, "all this is given to you, not me, and honestly, this stuff is worth at most a few stars, I’m not interested."

After Zhang Menglong said this, he paused for two seconds.

Ireel and others looked at Zhang Menglong, thinking something had suddenly happened to him.

But two seconds later, Zhang Menglong continued, "Alright, I’ve already made the money you just got!"

Ireel was suddenly caught between laughing and crying, is this the legendary superpower?

However, Zhang Menglong’s financial prowess was indeed something he witnessed personally, making a star in a few seconds was nothing, so he stopped refusing.

"But I can’t keep these membership fees!"

Thousands of members, that amounts to tens of trillions of Cosmic Coins, that’s like dozens of stars worth of cash.

"You can keep a bit," Zhang Menglong only wanted ninety percent, "the rest can be your payment for managing the group, next time I’ll get you a book on community management. Your only goal is to wring every cent out of the members!"

...

Having only known Zhang Menglong for a few hours, the worldview of the Shayana siblings had been completely overturned. They never thought Ireel’s friend could be so formidable.

Owners of thousands of Level Five Civilizations were scrambling to connect with him, even at the cost of large amounts of money.

With Ireel’s status, no external force could hinder his and Shayana’s affairs anymore!

"Master, we’ve been short-sighted, please forgive any disrespectful moments towards you."

"It’s alright, you are Ireel’s friends, which makes you my friends, and you’re not just ordinary friends!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "Ireel, you better hurry up. Big men don’t dawdle!"

Ireel blushed a bit and quickly changed the topic, "Brother Zhang, who taught you your Alchemy?"

"Didn’t I mention it? On our planet, we have nine years of compulsory education, and this is a required course in it, unless you’re one of those who slipped through the cracks in the nine-year education, everyone on our planet can do it!"

"That’s incredible," Ireel marveled, a civilization with such a low technological level actually has such high Life Levels and such advanced Alchemy culture, "So what level Alchemist are you now?"

"I really don’t know," Zhang Menglong scratched his head, "I tried it to see if I had reached the Level Seven Alchemist standard, but it seems my level is far beyond that. If the materials are good enough, Level Eight and Nine Martial Weapons shouldn’t be a problem either."

"Level Eight and Nine?"

A Level Seven Alchemist isn’t enough? Zhang Menglong claims he can forge Level Eight and Nine Martial Weapons?

To date, there are officially fewer than 200 Level Eight Alchemists announced, and only 8 Level Nine Alchemists. What kind of monster is Zhang Menglong?

They didn’t doubt Zhang Menglong’s words at all because even a Level Eight Alchemist couldn’t forge a Level Seven Martial Weapon in less than two Cosmic Hours!

"If you want, I can make it for you," Zhang Menglong said politely.

"Forget it, we can’t afford such good materials, and asking you to forge something like Level Three or Level Four Martial Weapons feels like an insult to you, I’d better just stick to cultivating." Ireel was realistic about his Cred Points.

"Then where should we go now?" Wandering the streets, everywhere was abuzz with talks about Zhang Menglong, yet because they changed their aura and appearance, no one recognized them.

"Is there anywhere to buy a Level Five Civilization battleship? I want lots of them!" Zhang Menglong asked.

"There is, but you’ll have to wait a bit," Ireel said, "these items are standard at trade conventions and are sold when the convention officially starts, and they’ll guarantee you’ll be spoiled for choice!"

"But there are still so many days left!" Zhang Menglong was a bit dismayed.

"If you want to buy stuff, there are planets specifically for small vendors to set up stalls, but honestly, you won’t find anything valuable there, and you might get ripped off, given your wealth, I estimate you’d be uninterested in that."

"Anything fun?" Zhang Menglong was unhappy, "Why do people come this early?"

"Heh, you just don’t know," Ireel laughed, "aside from trading, the convention has a crucial component."

"Don’t keep me in suspense!"

"Networking!" Ireel said, "The attendees at the convention are only a small part of our kind, maybe one-tenth at most, the rest are all the rich and nobility!"

"The rich and nobility?" Zhang Menglong pointed at someone beside him, "I can’t tell they’re rich or noble at all."

"This is just the peripheral area of the whole convention," Ireel explained, "near the center, organizers have set up special areas for those in the cosmic nobility to network, and the entry bars are extremely high. You need at least a Level Three Lord status and equivalent wealth to get into those areas."

Ireel pointed to himself, "Folks like us were never eligible to enter those areas before."

"That’s in the past!" Zhang Menglong patted Ireel on the shoulder, "Now we can strut in boldly and see who’d dare stop us! We are the true nobility!"

"What’s wrong?" Zhang Menglong noticed Ireel froze for a moment.

"Brother Zhang, there’s a Level Eight Life Form who wants to join the group, they just sent me a 10-star red packet!"

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