"What? How is that possible?"
"Is there really such a thing?"
"The world's richest person's startup capital was given by Zhang nglong's grandfather?"
"He admitted it himself, so how could it be fake?"
"Damn! All I have to say is damn, my worldview has collapsed!"
Although Wang Ling's voice was not very loud, it was crystal clear in the live broadcast, and everyone heard his translation. As for whether the translation was accurate, there was no voice of doubt appearing on the bullet comnts, which was already the best proof.
Even though they didn't know what had actually happened back then, since Poladi himself had said it, naturally, there was no need for any doubt.
Zhang nglong's grandfather had given Poladi the startup funds; in other words, if it weren't for Zhang nglong's grandfather, there wouldn't be the world's richest person we have today. To put it less modestly, one might even say that this world's richest person was created by Zhang nglong's grandfather!
"Who exactly is his grandfather?"
"I have no idea; online, apart from Zhang nglong's own information, you can't find any details about his family mbers."
"Isn't that too mysterious?"
"But that doesn't necessarily an his grandfather is all that amazing. Maybe he just gave Poladi a sum of money, and the achievents after that were all created by himself."
"Exactly, if Zhang nglong's grandfather was really that powerful, he wouldn't be unknown, right? If you were wealthy enough to rival a country, would you just watch soone else wearing the crown of the world's richest person?"
In fact, over the years, Poladi had never forgotten. Even as he beca the world's richest person, he was very clear in his heart that this so-called title was just an empty honor. That unimaginably wealthy man was the truly richest person in the world.
"Mr. Poladi, are you not joking?" Zhang nglong didn't know what was going on at all; his family had never ntioned this to him, not even Hong Yi.
Perhaps, in their eyes, this was just a trivial matter.
"No, no, no, I'm not joking. Perhaps your grandfather doesn't rember
anymore, but I have always regarded him as my faith. Being able to see you here today is just great!"
"I'm actually quite curious. How about we add a seat for you? This place is spacious enough," Zhang nglong said casually.
"That would be an imnse honor!" Eyes don't lie, and Zhang nglong could see the full-blown enthusiasm in Poladi's eyes.
"Quick! A chair!"
"Cara, get the cara!"
"This is definitely a bombshell! The world's richest person was casually created by one of Huaxia's tycoons. This could even make the headlines of International Weekly tomorrow!"
Quickly, a hotel staff mber brought over a chair that was originally intended for Poladi and Song Mingxiang's lunch. From the looks of it, this chair appeared to be of considerable value.
"Have a seat," Zhang nglong said.
"No, how can I sit on a chair more luxurious than Mr. Zhang's?" Poladi said with a smile, then pushed that chair aside. He looked around and moved a simple wooden chair from a corner.
"This will do just fine for ." Even though it was a shabby chair, Poladi felt a sense of honor sitting in it.
"66666!"
"Isn't this too humble? Now I'm even doubting who the actual world's richest person is."
"My mom's asking
why I'm kneeling to watch the live broadcast."
"President Zhang, look at the way I'm kneeling—is it standard?"
...
Poladi's exaggeratedly respectful deanor shocked waves of onlookers among the other entrepreneurs who were viewing the live broadcast.
"Let
introduce you to my friend, Wang Ling."
"To beco friends with Mr. Zhang, Mr. Wang must be no ordinary person!" Poladi's spoken Huaxia, though awkward, was nevertheless coherent, suggesting he must have practiced deliberately.
Poladi took the initiative to pick up a wine glass and offer a toast to Wang Ling.
"Damn, I'm getting more face than my dad ever did!" Wang Ling was a bit overwheld; not even his father had ever dined at the sa table as the world's richest man, let alone been offered a toast.
Such an experience, he could brag about for a whole year!
"Mr. Poladi, I'm very interested in the affairs of my grandfather, could you tell
about it?" Zhang nglong asked with evident interest. Since he could rember, he seed never to have t his own grandfather; even his parents had never ntioned his grandfather's ti to him.
In his heart, his grandfather was probably already deceased.
"Mr. Zhang, you don't know about your grandfather's affairs?" Poladi was a bit surprised, but then regained his composure, "However, that makes sense. For , this was a fate-changing event, but in your grandfather's heart, perhaps it was not even worth rembering."
"That impressive?" Zhang nglong truly found it hard to imagine.
"This all happened last century," Poladi said slowly, "At that ti, I was not yet thirty years old. It's embarrassing to say, but I didn't have any proper job back then, just living on stock trading, without much skill or capital, just slightly better off than just making ends et."
"And then?"
"Mr. Zhang, have you ever heard of the financial crisis of the last century that, except for Huaxia and those countries on good terms with Huaxia, almost swept across the entire world?"
"Of course, I know, I've learned about it on political history texts." Although Zhang nglong didn't particularly like those subjects, in the context of an exam-oriented education system, even without deep exploration, he had thoroughly understood it.
"Actually, that economic crisis was your grandfather's masterpiece."
"What? That was my grandfather's doing?" Zhang nglong exclaid in shock; he rembered that crisis was caused by excessive inflation, what did that have to do with his grandfather?
Zhang nglong was this shocked, not to ntion the rubbernecking masses, each of them looked as if they were hearing sothing unbelievable.
"Continue!"
"The reason is quite simple," Poladi said, "It involves so historical background of your country, I'm not at liberty to say too much, but you know, your country has had so rough tis."
Poladi spoke very euphemistically, but everyone could tell what period he was referring to.
"During that ti, many treasures from your country were lost overseas, and at that ti, your grandfather, solely by his own efforts, managed to locate many of the lost national treasures."
"But what does that have to do with this matter?" Zhang nglong inquired curiously.
"You don't know, those national treasures are easy to lose, but not so easy to retrieve. Even if found, the holders usually ask for a hefty ransom before they're willing to return them."
"Hmm," Zhang nglong nodded; for example, many national treasures appearing at foreign auctions, those bidding entrepreneurs buying them back, often costing several million or even tens of millions of US dollars.
"Your grandfather had quite the temper," Poladi said, his eyes showing admiration as he thought back, "I don't know how formidable the resources at your grandfather's disposal were, but within just a few days, he managed to increase the inflation rates of those countries involved by several hundred tis. Even their frantic money printing couldn't stabilize it.
In just one week, the economies of nearly half the world were paralyzed."
"Aweso!" Although Zhang nglong didn't know what the scene looked like back then, his grandfather seed to have left behind a quite impressive legacy.
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