Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Meng Chuan returned to his dormitory and continued writing his thesis.

The sound of keyboard typing echoed continuously in the quiet night.

It wasn't until after six in the morning that a paper of more than 50,000 words was finally completed.

Although nearly 20,000 words of it are cited references, writing nearly 30,000 words in one night is no small amount of work.

Meng Chuan felt like his energy was being drained, and his fingers were so sore that they were almost unresponsive.

But Meng Chuan felt very satisfied, and had a very exhilarating feeling.

Without taking a break, Meng Chuan immediately sent the document to Jiang Zhenyu, along with a voice message:

"It's signed with both of our names. Could you please give it to the teacher for me? I'm taking the day off today."

Concise and concise.

Meng Chuan simply didn't have the energy to go to class.

Even if this was his first class in college.

But at this moment, sleeping is the most important thing for him.

Because this night was no easier than his epic battle with Liu Qian.

When Jiang Zhenyu got up, he received a document from Meng Chuan, which completely shocked him.

"Holy crap, I'm impressed, this guy is a real freak."

When Jiang Zhenyu opened the document, which even caused his phone to freeze for several seconds, he was utterly impressed by Meng Chuan.

Previously, his admiration for Meng Chuan stemmed primarily from Meng Chuan's perfect score on the college entrance examination.

Now, they are completely impressed by Meng Chuan's abilities.

I spent two days reading and taking lots of notes, and I was so tired that I couldn't even eat dinner and went to bed.

Meng Chuan read for two days without taking notes, and then produced a 50,000-word paper in one night.

He deserved to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam.

It's infuriating to compare yourself to others.

While admiring him, Jiang Zhenyu was also very worried.

During yesterday's class meeting, Professor Wei Mingjun repeatedly emphasized that while it's okay to skip general education courses, it's absolutely essential to attend professional courses.

Especially his classes.

Anyone who doesn't come will forget about getting enough credits.

They won't even be able to graduate with a bachelor's degree, and they'll be publicly criticized.

Coincidentally, Wei Mingjun's class was the first period this morning.

Jiang Zhenyu had been in the classroom all along, still worried about Meng Chuan.

Soon, Wei Mingjun walked into the classroom with a serious expression, and his aura made the students afraid to breathe loudly.

"Roll call".

Wei Mingjun coldly uttered two words, picked up the list, and began calling out names.

"Chen Qiming".

"arrive."

"Jiang Xiaoli".

"arrive."

"Jiang Zhenyu".

"arrive."

Jiang Zhenyu responded reflexively.

"Meng Chuan".

Jiang Zhenyu hesitated for a moment, then changed his tone and shouted:

"arrive."

But he regretted it as soon as he shouted it.

The Yuanpei Genius Experimental Class had only about thirty students in total.

With a small number of people, impersonation is easily detected.

What's more, he was impersonating the famous Meng Chuan.

Sure enough, Wei Mingjun frowned and looked over.

The seat in front of Jiang Zhenyu was empty.

There's only one empty seat in the whole class, so don't make it too conspicuous.

"Who can call out?"

Wei Mingjun's voice was icy.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I misheard you. It's my first day of class, and I was a little nervous, so I called out a little too much."

Jiang Zhenyu reacted quickly and stood up to admit his mistake.

Where is Meng Chuan?

Wei Mingjun glared at Jiang Zhenyu.

On the first day of class, he didn't make things too difficult for Jiang Zhenyu. Perhaps he was genuinely nervous, which he could understand.

After all, few students aren't nervous when they attend his class.

But he was more curious as to why Meng Chuan hadn't come.

"Teacher, Meng Chuan stayed up all night last night working on the paper you assigned. I have already submitted it to your email. He is taking the day off today."

Jiang Zhenyu stated the truth.

"Nonsense."

Wei Mingjun instantly flew into a rage.

Why did you have to save up two days to write this all night last night?

Does it take two days to write a paper?

This is an excuse.

And you don't even have time to ask for leave?

Do I need someone else to ask on my behalf?

If someone dares to slack off on the first day of class, even if they get a perfect score on the college entrance exam, they won't get any leniency from him.

But Meng Chuan wasn't there, so he had nowhere to vent his anger.

Perhaps Wei Mingjun was just naturally short-tempered, or perhaps he was angered by Meng Chuan's absence.

In this class, all the students, including Jiang Zhenyu, sat up straight.

Because the atmosphere of the entire class was very strange.

So much so that they all sat up straighter than when they were in kindergarten.

After class, Wei Mingjun, still furious, returned to his office and immediately opened Meng Chuan's thesis.

"I'd like to see what kind of paper you need to write all night."

He initially had a good impression of Meng Chuan and had even taken the initiative to talk to Meng Chuan with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Meng Chuan dared to ignore him and skip the first class.

"On the root cause of the rise and fall of nations lies in their institutions? Hmm? That's a completely new perspective."

Wei Mingjun's eyes lit up when he opened the document.

But he didn't pay much attention. It's easy to put forward a point of view, but it's the hardest thing to prove it and convince people.

But as he watched, Wei Mingjun's expression changed from doubt to shock.

These 50,000-plus words are well-organized and present clear viewpoints.

The cited references are authoritative and representative.

Meng Chuan divides national systems into inclusive systems and predatory systems.

It also cited a large number of facts and data to prove it.

Developed countries all have inclusive systems that protect private property, open markets, incentivize innovation, protect intellectual property rights, and enable their citizens to actively participate in economic development.

Countries experiencing economic recession typically have predatory systems where power is concentrated in the hands of a few, leaving the public with little opportunity to participate in economic activities, leading to social stratification, stagnant innovation, and economic backwardness.

Wei Mingjun became more and more excited as he looked at the document, and his hands began to tremble.

He has studied economics for many years and has a considerable understanding of the economies of various countries around the world.

He tried hard to recall, but in his knowledge, he couldn't find a single counterexample to refute Meng Chuan's point of view.

"Genius! This is absolutely genius!"

Wei Mingjun's voice trembled with excitement:

"This kid must have stayed up all night writing this. He probably searched the entire library to find so many literature examples."

Wei Mingjun laughed out loud in his office with excitement.

Suddenly he realized what was happening, and he quickly dialed a number:

"Old Zuo, come back quickly! Something's happened, something really bad has happened."

As soon as the call connected, Professor Zuo Silan's tired voice came through:

"Old Wei, have you taken the wrong medicine? I'm incredibly busy right now, even if the sky falls, I can't go back!"

"You said it yourself, and I'm telling you, this is more important than the sky falling. I've already sent it to your email, so take a look right away. Our Yuanpei Class has produced an economics genius, and his paper will shake the entire economics community! And it's on the same topic as your current research."

Wei Mingjun spoke extremely fast, almost shouting as he finished speaking.

However, Meng Chuan was still fast asleep in his dormitory at that moment.

It wasn't until after 3 p.m. that Meng Chuan woke up from his sleep when there was a knock on his dormitory door.

"Oh my god! What are you still sleeping for? Do you know the sky is falling?"

The person who arrived was Jiang Zhenyu.

Jiang Zhenyu only taught one class this afternoon, and then he had no more classes.

After class ended, he immediately rushed over to find Meng Chuan.

"If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up, what's there to be afraid of?"

Meng Chuan scratched his head, still sleepy, and returned to his bed, half-lying down.

"Stop lying down, hurry up and wash up and come to the office with me."

Jiang Zhenyu gave a wry smile:

"Wei Laohu was furious this morning. He just called me and told me to take you to his office immediately. It's only the beginning of the semester, and we're probably going to get a public reprimand."