Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

After hanging up the phone, Xu Jiu still stared intently at Meng Chuan as if he were a monster.

Feng Chenchen, who was half-squatting and cleaning up the broken teacups, also seemed to be frozen in place.

He stared blankly at Meng Chuan.

"What are you looking at? You'll pay for the broken cup! And did you mop the floor?"

Meng Chuan was not used to being stared at like that.

Not wanting to reprimand Xu Jiu, they could only reprimand Feng Chenchen.

"Oh, okay! I'll go to the front desk to pay for it when I go downstairs."

Feng Chenchen dared not be arrogant at all and hurriedly agreed.

In his heart, however, he cursed Meng Chuan to the point of being furious.

Such a big shot, even Xu Jiu wouldn't accept money from him.

They talk about trillions of dollars all the time.

They actually made me pay for a cup? That's utterly despicable!

Just as Dad was right, the richer people are, the stingier they become.

"So young yet so old-fashioned, humph!"

"Ahem, Meng Chuan, what exactly is this 'live-streaming e-commerce' thing you're talking about?"

Xu Jiu snapped out of his daze at Meng Chuan's reprimand.

My mind is filled with what Meng Chuan said about the trillion-dollar market.

But she had never heard of live-streaming e-commerce before, so how could Meng Chuan be so certain that it could reach a trillion-level scale?

"It's a small gadget, but it holds great potential. It will definitely grow within two or three years, but it will take at least five or six years to reach a trillion-level scale."

Meng Chuan explained it casually.

The real rise of live-streaming e-commerce and the massive influx of capital investment should have started in 2021.

On Singles' Day, Li Jiaqi and Viya achieved sales exceeding 106 billion and 82 billion yuan respectively.

Many e-commerce platforms' sales figures are not even a fraction of theirs.

Since then, the hosts have changed one after another, but the scale of live-streaming e-commerce has reached new highs year after year.

If Wang Zheng had planned ahead, Pinduoduo's future achievements might have exceeded expectations.

If Zhang Erming can enter the market early and make proper arrangements, his market share will be far more than 47%, thanks to Douyin's massive user base.

Meng Chuan simply didn't want to intervene too early.

The development of history requires a gradual process.

Pushing forward too early could backfire.

Just like Wang Mang at the end of the Western Han Dynasty, whose reform ideas were too advanced, leading to the downfall of his regime.

Therefore, Meng Chuan is rather laid-back.

He affirmed it when someone brought it up.

No one brought it up, and he didn't press the issue.

But Xu Jiu became increasingly confused and pressed for an answer:

"What makes you so sure that live-streaming e-commerce will succeed?"

As a shrewd capitalist, she has always had the habit of getting to the bottom of things.

"Success is inevitable. Continuous technological advancements and the arrival of the big data era are the foundation."

Meng Chuan explained:

"More importantly, people have a need for social interaction, but young people nowadays are refusing to socialize, which is commonly known as social anxiety."

"As a result, more and more young people are choosing online social networking, which is the fundamental reason why Pinduoduo's social e-commerce model has been successful."

"But young people are not satisfied with a single social mode; curiosity is a common trait among them."

"When live-streaming e-commerce, a more fun, interactive, and convenient e-commerce model, emerged."

"It can satisfy both the spiritual needs of young people and their material needs for quality products at reasonable prices."

"Even if God came, he couldn't stop the rise of live-streaming e-commerce."

Meng Chuan's tone was full of absolute confidence.

Because his analysis is based on his personal historical experience.

This is the source of Meng Chuan's confidence, and it makes that confidence even more infectious.

Xu Jiu was deeply impressed by Meng Chuan's confidence.

At this moment, Xu Jiu looked at Meng Chuan with eyes full of respect.

The next moment, she suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Meng Chuan.

"Sister Xu, what are you doing? Are you trying to shorten my lifespan?"

Meng Chuan was so frightened that he quickly dodged away.

Xu Jiu is a veteran in the investment industry, and he is old enough to be her mother.

"Brother Meng, a single conversation with you is worth more than ten years of study. No lunch with Buffett can compare to the benefits of having a cup of tea with you."

Xu Jiu said sincerely.

Although she was a senior, she was completely subdued by the younger generation in front of her.

If she still harbors even the slightest doubt about the previous 100 billion investment.

Now there is absolutely no doubt.

Meng Chuan has a forward-thinking vision and a unique perspective on things.

This is a natural investor.

The key point is that Meng Chuan doesn't keep anything to himself.

This is extremely rare in the profit-driven world of capital.

Even if we take a step back and assume that the previous investment of 100 billion yuan really went down the drain.

Xu Jiu also admitted it.

Because the value of Meng Chuan's analysis is far more than 100 billion.

Xu Jiu only needs to follow Meng Chuan's advice and make early arrangements for the live-streaming e-commerce sector.

Her future earnings will far exceed 100 billion.

"Sister Xu, I'm just starting out, and you're praising me to the point of ruining me!"

Meng Chuan laughed exaggeratedly and gestured for Xu Jiu to sit down.

"This isn't just flattery; you deserve this kind of praise."

Xu Jiu said with certainty.

After another round of "commercial flattery" from the two, Xu Jiu got up to say goodbye.

"Alright, I won't disturb your rest any longer. Once the contract is ready, I'll send someone to deliver it, and the money will be in your account immediately."

"Aren't you going to have some food before you leave?"

Meng Chuan checked the time; it was already 5 p.m.

He declined Xu Jiu's invitation to dinner twice in Beijing.

Since Xu Jiu came to Shanghai in person this time, he felt he should treat Xu Jiu to a meal.

"This is too unfortunate. I've booked round-trip tickets, and I have a meeting in Beijing at 10 p.m. tonight."

Xu Jiu apologized.

"A meeting at 10 PM tonight? Sister Xu, everyone says working people work 996, and you, a big capitalist, are having a meeting at 10 PM? You make so much money and don't enjoy it, you deserve to be rich!"

Meng Chuan joked, but he was genuinely surprised inside.

The happiness of the rich is truly unimaginable.

"You're asking for it! How dare you make fun of your Sister Xu!"

Xu Jiu smiled and raised his hand, but didn't actually hit him.

Meng Chuan personally escorted Xu Jiu to the door of his room.

After seeing Xu Jiu off, Meng Chuan turned around and saw Feng Chenchen standing nervously behind him, looking completely at a loss.

"Where are you standing, lying like a corpse? Have you finished mopping the floor?"

Meng Chuan glared and shouted.

Feng Chenchen was so frightened that she trembled.

"Right away, right away."

Feng Chenchen felt extremely wronged.

Even her father wouldn't dare yell at her or order her around like that.

So annoying!

But my body still obediently went to the toilet and got a disposable towel.

The presidential suite has dedicated staff to handle hygiene matters.

She wanted to mop the floor but couldn't find any cleaning tools, so she could only wipe the floor with a towel.

Meng Chuan suppressed a laugh and walked into the suite:

"I'm going to sleep. I'll clean the floor and pay for the cup before I leave."

After saying that, Meng Chuan slammed the door shut.

"call!"

Feng Chenchen breathed a sigh of relief and slumped onto the floor.

For some reason, she felt immense pressure just standing there with Meng Chuan.

But the next moment, Feng Chenchen, who had just relaxed, heard Meng Chuan open the door.

Startled, she quickly straightened her back.

"You are not allowed in my room."

After Meng Chuan poked his head out and finished speaking, he slammed the door shut again.

Feng Chenchen was stunned for a few seconds.

Immediately, his pupils contracted sharply, and his anger began to burn.

What does that mean? Is he...is he worried that I might have ulterior motives towards him?

In her heart, Feng Chenchen screamed hysterically:

"You son of a bitch, Meng Chuan, you'll die a horrible death!"