I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Zhang Menglong's statement excited both Ma Hua and Ding Sanshi. As the first generation of game developers in Huaxia, they naturally hoped that games developed by Huaxia could stand at the top of the world.

But the reality is that most of the games that are currently popular around the world weren't independently developed by Huaxia. That's a fact.

"But doesn't it take quite some time to develop a game?" Ma Hua said, noting that the development of a large-scale game often took years.

Indeed, Zhang Menglong's technical skills were exceptional. Being able to create such a cheat program proved his skills were far above the development team of "Era Overlord." They believed that Zhang Menglong definitely had the capability to make even more outstanding games.

But having skills was one thing, whether he could achieve results was another matter altogether.

To develop an excellent game, even with a decent team, it took at least six months to two or three years, all of which required the accumulation of time.

True, Zhang Menglong wasn't short on money, and he could afford to spend a year or so even without making a profit.

But the Huaxia gaming market couldn't afford to wait that long. Without any outstanding domestic games, they would have to endure being carved up by foreign game developers, with huge amounts of money flowing into the pockets of foreigners, which was certainly not a pleasant thing.

"President Zhang, have you thought about how much we stand to lose each year if our Huaxia gaming industry faces unfair boycotts?" Ma Hua sighed, "IP derivative products, game recharge commissions, and such, the annual loss is at least tens of billions."

"So what are you implying?" Zhang Menglong felt there was more to their words.

"President Zhang, actually, I don't think we need to be at loggerheads with them. It's just a matter of pride for them, and frankly, if everyone sat down for a meal and talked it over, it would likely get resolved."

"Yes, President Zhang, it doesn't seem worthwhile to suffer such significant losses to our gaming market just for a moment of satisfaction."

"You want me to apologize and show weakness?" Zhang Menglong scoffed, "Gentlemen, do you know what conditions he offered me? 10 billion US dollars. Do you think I, Zhang Menglong, am an idiot?"

"This situation is of your own making!" Ding Sanshi muttered under his breath.

Zhang Menglong laughed without taking Ding Sanshi's complaint to heart. After all, strictly speaking, this matter was indeed related to him. Both of them had suffered losses recently, so it was understandable that they had some grievances against him.

"I know that both of you have suffered a lot this time, and I know that today you have many issues with me, Zhang Menglong. Furthermore, I realize that you don't only want me to bow to Prophet for your own sakes," Zhang Menglong said, "But have you ever thought whether you would be willing to see our gaming industry remain in this half-dead state forever?"

The two men were silent. As the first generation of gamers, they certainly hoped their games would be hot domestically and sweep across the world.

"Last year, our country's chip technology was at the mercy of others, and we had to act according to their whims. But now, I, Zhang Menglong, have made those Western countries beg for our chips. In the gaming industry, I also want to reach the point where others have to act according to our expressions, rather than surviving by compromise!"

"Sigh! All of this needs time, it all requires time!" Ding Sanshi said.

The once wildly popular "Dream Journey to the West" had paved a golden path for NetEase's games, but now it had gradually become a game of nostalgia. The old players were leaving, the new players were not interested, creating a significant pain point.

Although they were also developing a new engine and new games, the market response was not good. Compared to those finely-crafted foreign productions, their efforts seemed somewhat clumsy and inadequate.

Indeed, their game engine upgrades were fast, but they had started too late. The top gaming companies were advancing just as rapidly, and there was a long road ahead if they wanted to catch up.

"How long would it take for us to build up our own market independently?" Ma Hua took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, "We can't afford to wait."

"That's exactly why I was willing to accept the invitation from you gentlemen today." Zhang Menglong had eaten quite a bit, his appetite much better than Ding Sanshi's and Ma Hua's.

"Come on, I'll show you a real treasure!" Zhang Menglong said mysteriously.

"A treasure?" Ding Sanshi and Ma Hua quickly finished off the goose liver and steak on the table, "See what?"

"You'll know when you get there."

Zhang Menglong took out his mobile phone and called Hong Yi, "Hong Yi, get ready, I'm bringing Mr. Ding and Mr. Ma over for a visit."

After speaking, Zhang Menglong directly led the way out.

The two exchanged glances, then quickly followed.

Arriving at the elevator, Ding Sanshi eagerly pressed the button to go down, but Zhang Menglong smiled and said, "The place is a bit far, we won't drive, let's take the helicopter!"

This hotel was Zhang Menglong's own property, and he could use the helipad on the roof whenever he wanted.

"Mr. Zhang, did you know we were coming back to look for you today?" Ding Sanshi and Ma Hua asked.

As well-known domestic tycoons, they naturally had their own helicopters, but one must understand that helicopters couldn't just fly anytime—they'd create chaos in the skies, wouldn't they?

Direct departure to the sky required prior coordination with air traffic control, providing a flight plan at least a day in advance and paying a deposit each time.

Furthermore, even if the flight plan was cancelled, the deposit wouldn't be refunded, since the relevant departments incurred corresponding expenses in manpower and resources.

They had just issued the invitation to meet with Zhang Menglong today; if he could now take them flying, it meant Zhang Menglong must have applied for this flight route at least yesterday.

If it wasn't for Zhang Menglong's incredible skills in dealing with the related departments, then he must have the ability of a Prophet, having already known they were coming back today.

Regardless of the reason, it was evident that Zhang Menglong was not to be underestimated.

"I didn't know," Zhang Menglong shook his head.

"Do you have connections in the air traffic control department?" Ding Sanshi continued to inquire.

"I don't know anyone," Zhang Menglong still shook his head.

"Then why doesn't your flight need advance flight record submission?"

"But I did submit," Zhang Menglong was puzzled by their questioning, "I submit every day."

"Submit every day?" They were both astounded.

"Yes, since I never know when I'll need to use the helicopter, I just made routine submissions for all potential helipad locations and places I might go, so I can leave anytime."

"How many routes do you need to submit daily?"

"If it's within the country, then over three thousand routes a day," Zhang Menglong roughly estimated.

"But if you don't use them every day, wouldn't all those deposits be wasted?" They knew how much a single route would cost, with an annual package for one route amounting to at least a million US Dollars.

Three thousand routes, and they believed Zhang Menglong would hardly use them once a day, so this money was almost completely wasted!

That's tens of billions gone to waste in just one year!

"Then consider it a donation to the nation!" Zhang Menglong patted Ma Hua on the shoulder, "Only a few tens of billions a year, it's convenient for me and it contributes to the country too, isn't this a good thing? Your vision is still too small!"