Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System-Chapter 146 Buy All the Good Stuff
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"Old Fang, how much usable cash do you have?" Wang Cong asked.
"What's up?"
"Even if you're going to deal with the owner of the beast head, you need money to win the auction first, right?" Wang Cong said, "The starting price is marked at 20 million US Dollars. I reckon by the end, the final auction price will be much higher!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I heard from my dad that more than 20 people in Huaxia received the invitation. Tell me, anyone with even a hint of patriotism from Huaxia, what would they do when they see this dog head appearing at the auction?"
"Obviously, they'd do their best to bid for it and bring it back to Huaxia!" Fang Jueyu said without a second thought. "Huaxia's national treasures can't remain abroad!"
"You should know, although Huaxia's international standing is rising, many countries still see us as a thorn in their side. If they find out about this, they'll definitely bid against us!"
"There are only two possibilities in a bidding war. The first is that no one from our side can offer a higher price, so the beast head will fall into someone else's hands again, maybe even end up displayed in some museum. If that happens, Huaxia's definitely going to lose face!"
"The other possibility is that the price skyrockets, and even if we do get the beast head, it will be at a great cost, which might be exactly what they want to see!"
Honestly, while many people in Huaxia are wealthy, you won't find any Huaxia name at the top of the Forbes list. Even though the Forbes list has its biases, it shows that Huaxia still lags slightly in financial power.
Growing up in a family of business moguls, Wang Cong analyzed such issues with clarity and logic; his speculations were all within the realm of possibility.
"So, I fear two hundred million won't be enough!" Wang Cong said worriedly. "We might need you to step in to secure the item. That's why I'm asking about your available liquid funds now."
"Well..." Fang Jueyu paused, not quite sure how much liquid capital he could mobilize. "Sister Zhuang Ying, you probably know better than I do."
"Young Master, the funds I can mobilize amount to the over 500 billion US Dollars you currently have in liquid assets. This amount can be accessed at any time!" Zhuang Ying said.
"Five hundred billion US Dollars?" Wang Cong almost sprayed water in Fang Jueyu's face. Even the world's richest person's net worth might just be over a hundred billion US Dollars. And Fang Jueyu was talking about only liquid assets.
"Old Fang, what's the deal with your assistant?" Wang Cong found Zhuang Ying's identity increasingly intriguing. He knew she was Fang Jueyu's personal assistant but had never heard of an assistant managing such vast sums of money.
"Oh, actually, I don't know either. I just know her family is big, and her grandfather's name is Zhuang Hanzhong. Their ancestors have ties with my family, and they've been managing our assets in Huaxia, that's all."
"Mr. Wang, you might not recognize me or my grandfather, but you've probably heard of my father, Zhuang Fan."
"Zhuang Fan?" Wang Cong looked at the ceiling, trying to recall the name. Suddenly, a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes. "You're... you're Zhuang Fan's daughter?"
Wang Cong's father, Wang Lin, had told him that while there are many wealthy people in Huaxia, there's truly only one ancient family. It is said to be as old as the event's organizers, the Rothschild family.
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The Zhuang Family's financial power is formidable, and their network spans all of Huaxia. The strangest thing, however, is that you rarely hear about their overseas ventures. The current head of this Zhuang Family is Mr. Zhuang Fan.
"Old Fang, who exactly are you? The Zhuang Family's heiress serves as your personal assistant? I'm genuinely impressed!" Wang Cong sighed.
"By the way, Miss Zhuang, you said you could mobilize over 500 billion. Can you tell me, using all of Fang Jueyu's resources, how much money we could potentially gather?" Wang Cong asked curiously.
Zhuang Ying glanced at Fang Jueyu, seemingly asking if she should speak.
"Go ahead. I'm quite curious too!" Fang Jueyu was not entirely sure about his financial mobilization capacity, but by this estimate, he reckoned it had to be several trillion.
"Mr. Fang's assets are divided into seven parts. I'm currently holding 500 billion US Dollars in liquid assets. Within a day, I can mobilize at least 800 billion euros from Europe. In other regions, an estimated total of about five trillion in liquid assets is available."
"Five trillion in a day?" Wang Cong nearly jumped up. "Are you running a bank or something?"
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"Hahaha, funny you say that. I do own quite a few banks!"
"Not quite, Young Master!" Zhuang Ying interrupted him. "The funds I mentioned are those readily accessible. I wasn't counting the banks. With a week, gathering over ten trillion dollars would be easy!"
Wang Cong was rendered speechless. He was already shocked that Fang Jueyu could fund a film city with such a scary sum, but he didn't imagine that was merely a fraction of his liquid assets. No wonder he could pull off such jaw-dropping feats—his wealth truly exceeded imagination.
"Alright, I guess I'll spend my two hundred million on some trinkets at the auction, and I'll leave the beast head to you!" Wang Cong figured that even if Fang Jueyu bought everything at the auction, it would be no big deal. He might as well leave this patriotic act to Jueyu.
"Alright then, I'll take it from here!" Fang Jueyu's expression remained calm, but inside he was slightly shaken, realizing the true extent of his financial clout.
"Young Master, have you decided to attend?" Zhuang Ying asked.
"Of course, the national treasure is still out there. I have to bring it back."
"Let me arrange it for you. These invitations are for average seats; I can arrange the best seats for both you and Mr. Wang!"
Even though the auction would be packed with top-tier figures, not all billionaires are the same—like Wang Cong and Fang Jueyu, both rich but miles apart in status.
"I'm sure the Ladinic Family received some of these invites too. We can use theirs!" Given they operated under Fang Jueyu, Zhuang Ying didn't see the Ladinic Family as outsiders.
"Okay, arrange it then. As for the money, just bring plenty. If there's something good, just buy it all. Even if I can't use it now, I can save it for my son, hahaha!"
Wang Cong's face turned sour, as if he wanted to hit someone. "Do you think this is a trip to the supermarket?"
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