I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Health... health code?"

This term made Delamini stand rooted to the spot, clueless about what a health code was.

"Mr. Zhang, what is this health code you speak of?"

"Damn, you don't even know what a health code is and you're talking about epidemic prevention? Go apply for one first!"

"Director, the health code is an electronic certification in Huaxia that proves one has not visited any high-risk areas and is in good health. During the worst outbreaks in Huaxia, it was mandatory to display a QR code to enter any public site," Delamini immediately explained to him.

"But Mr. Zhang, we don't have health codes in Africa,"

"No health code? Any SuKang code, JingKang code, HuKang code will do—any code available in Huaxia, I recognize them all here!" Zhang Menglong said earnestly, "You see, I've got my whole family with me, I'm responsible for my friends' safety as I brought them out to have fun. I must ensure their safety; otherwise, I would be letting down my mentor and the parents of my fellow disciples."

"If we get infected and then go back to our country, wouldn't that mean bringing the virus back too? That would truly be letting down the nation and the party!"

Zhang Menglong's tone grew increasingly grave as if Delamini's refusal to show a health code was an unforgivable transgression.

"Mr. Zhang, rest assured, I absolutely haven't been in any infection zones. Please let me in!"

"No way!" Zhang Menglong firmly refused, "In your country, I follow local customs. If you say to quarantine, then I quarantine, and I don't utter a word against it. However, you should also respect our customs. In our place, everyone must show a health code."

"Why don't you go to Huaxia now and apply for a health code?" Zhang Menglong suggested.

"I..." Delamini was so frustrated he felt like cursing. Go to Huaxia? First, he needed to make an entry application. What should he write for the reason? I want to go to Huaxia to apply for a health code?

Even if the Center for Disease Control didn't drag him away, perhaps the psychiatric hospital would need to be consulted first.

Not to mention, with such back and forth, the already frenzied workers and entrepreneurs might have blown up their capital by now.

Zhang Menglong secretly took out his phone and sent a message to Hong Yi, "Keep an eye out, if someone named Delamini applies for a health code, try to get his code turned red!"

Delamini couldn't dare say there was no virus now; he believed that the moment he spoke out, this door would definitely not open for him. He had to approach Zhang Menglong with the most humble and respectful attitude; only then might Zhang Menglong's demeanor soften just a tiny bit.

"And no offense, Mr. Delamini," Zhang Menglong continued, "this place is a quarantine zone, relatively speaking, it qualifies as a high-risk area. You just walking in and out so casually, who knows when you might catch the virus. I really can't let you in,"

"Mr. Zhang, you're really worrying too much. Our hotel's quarantine area undergoes strict disinfection, and all quarantined individuals are not allowed to leave their rooms. There's none of what you're worrying about."

Having said that, Delamini even picked up an infrared thermometer and scanned his own forehead, "Look, Mr. Zhang, I don't have a fever, how could I possibly be a virus carrier?"

"That's not necessarily true," Zhang Menglong said, "There are many asymptomatic carriers now. Last time I heard about an English man, his immune system almost killed the virus before they finally detected it. What if you're an asymptomatic carrier?"

Zhang Menglong started to play the victim, "Speaking of which, you wouldn't know; I have been frail since childhood because my mother didn't have enough breast milk. I grew up drinking melamine-infused formula. Although my head is filled with wisdom, it's all come at the expense of my health. I catch a cold on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and I have intermittent fevers on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday... my immunity is as bad as it gets..."

"Who the hell would believe that?" Delamini felt like barging through the door. You've been frail since childhood? With your family's wealth, you could have hired several wet nurses and practically swum in a pool of breast milk!

"Well then, I won't make it difficult for you," Zhang Menglong said, "after all, it really isn't realistic, but I must ensure absolute safety for myself and my friend. Go get a nucleic acid test done and if it comes back negative, I'll let you in!"

"I have that!" Delamini immediately said to his assistant, "Show Mr. Zhang the photo!"

Delamini's assistant quickly pulled up a photo on his mobile phone, which was conspicuously Delamini's recent nucleic acid test report.

"This..." Zhang Menglong stroked his chin, "Nowadays, photos can be photoshopped, who knows if yours is doctored? I want to see the original nucleic acid test report!"

"Alright, Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment. I'll have someone fetch it right away!" Delamini immediately made a call to his office, just a half-hour drive from there.

...

"You're really a piece of work!" Zhang Menglong gave Delamini a hard time for a good while, which immensely satisfied everyone, venting the frustration of being treated like prisoners locked up in this damned place.

Do you think you can isolate us whenever you want and release us whenever you please? We have our dignity, do you think we'll let you trample on us?

"Asking an African man to show a health code, that move really stumped me."

"I was actually worried he'd scurry off to Huaxia to apply for a health code."

"And the nucleic acid test, haha, I'd bet ten bucks that even if he brought the test report, Menglong would still find some other fault!"

"He's going to have to beg us nicely, right? I need to think quickly about what I want. With South Africa being so rich, demanding a few million US dollars as compensation for emotional distress isn't too much, is it?"

"Think bigger! With our brother's status, we're talking hundreds of millions of dollars here; how is a few million enough?"

...

Half an hour later, Delamini returned, his nucleic acid test in hand, in a flurry of activity.

He had just received new information that an angry mob had already stormed the health department and started wreaking havoc, demanding immediate clarification to the public and compensation for their losses.

Because so far, to prevent Zhang Menglong from finding out about this targeted lie, the media hadn't officially announced the cause of the riot or the fact that the epidemic was a complete fabrication, fueling the public's rage.

"Mr. Zhang, I've brought my nucleic acid test!" Delamini passed his test certificate through a dedicated delivery slit to Zhang Menglong, "Mr. Zhang, please look, it's definitely free of any photoshop traces, and the seal on it is absolutely valid!"

"Right, and here's my assistant's test certificate too!" Fearing Zhang Menglong might pull another stunt, he also stuffed his assistant's test report through.

"Hmm... 7 days ago, huh," Zhang Menglong thoughtfully said, looking at the report, "This won't do, it's a test from a week ago; a lot can happen in such a long time."

Zhang Menglong sent the test reports back, "I'm sorry Mr. Delamini, but I can't accept a nucleic acid test report from that long ago."

"Why? As far as I know, even in your country during the epidemic, domestic flights only require a nucleic acid test report from within a week!"

"That won't do," Zhang Menglong shook his head, "I have to ensure my safety. Please show me a nucleic acid test report from within the last 10 minutes!"