Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The annual meeting is still proceeding smoothly.

Elites from various fields delivered passionate speeches on stage.

They share the latest research findings and unique insights.

Although Meng Chuan's main presentation had ended, the conference focused on in-depth discussions over the next two or three days on the importance of the policies he proposed to the economy.

Meng Chuan's name and his papers are frequently mentioned by many industry leaders.

For a freshman, this honor is enough to make others envious.

However, this was a tough job for Meng Chuan and Jiang Zhenyu.

Because they arrive on time every day and sit in the meeting room for the entire day.

Because the discussions were all about policy issues.

How can we provide decision-making references for departments and enterprises through practical economic policies?

To help solve practical problems encountered in the process of positive development, or to adjust and avoid potential problems.

After enduring three days of hardship, the parliament was about to end.

Meng Chuan and the others had already packed their luggage and were ready to embark on their journey home.

Just then, Dean Zuo Silan hurriedly entered Meng Chuan's room with a staff member.

"Meng Chuan, an elderly gentleman would like to see you. Would you mind coming with me?"

The staff were very respectful.

Meng Chuan frowned subconsciously; too many people had been visiting him under various pretexts these past two days.

He was really tired of these social engagements.

Just as he was about to politely decline, Dean Zuo Silan quickly whispered in his ear:

"He comes from that circle, so being received is a tremendous opportunity; don't miss it."

Meng Chuan was full of doubts, but seeing Dean Zuo Silan's solemn expression, he hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

Soon, Meng Chuan was led by staff to a quiet VIP room.

Pushing open the door, an elderly man was sitting upright on the sofa, making tea by himself.

The old man possessed an extraordinary air about him; every subtle movement exuded a dignity refined by the passage of time.

Dean Zuo Silan followed behind, becoming exceptionally polite as soon as she entered the room, her face beaming with smiles:

"Mr. Huang, you're still in great spirits!"

Dean Zuo Silan's tone even carried a hint of restraint.

This made Meng Chuan even more certain that the old man's identity was extraordinary.

"Sigh, I wonder how much longer these old bones can last."

Old Huang laughed heartily, then turned his gaze to Meng Chuan, a kind smile appearing on his face.

He pointed to the sofa opposite him and said gently:

"Xiao Meng, sit down, don't be shy. As people get older, they can't help but want to chat with young people who have potential."

Meng Chuan sat down as instructed, while Dean Zuo Silan smiled obsequiously beside him.

Old Huang picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and slowly said:

"Xiao Meng, your speech at the annual meeting that day really caused quite a stir. When I was your age, I was nowhere near as good as you."

Meng Chuan smiled sheepishly and responded modestly:

"You flatter me, sir. Those were just some immature ideas."

Old Huang waved his hand, then changed the subject:

"Me? I've been keeping a close eye on economic trends. As you know, the market in our country has been very 'hot' lately, and everyone's enthusiasm is running high. You studied economics and are a young person with ideas, so tell me, what are your thoughts on this heat?"

Meng Chuan's heart tightened; he knew that Elder Huang was referring to the stock market.

The stock market has been booming recently, and investors are frantically increasing their bets.

Only Meng Chuan knew that this was a conspiracy, a celebration before madness.

The enormous crisis hidden behind this cannot be revealed directly.

Otherwise, Meng Chuan would not be able to explain many things.

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Chuan cautiously spoke:

"The current enthusiasm has indeed brought a lot of vitality to the market. If we can guide it properly and make this enthusiasm flow more orderly, such as by opening up some smoother channels, it may be able to make this enthusiasm last longer and benefit more places."

Old Huang's eyes sharpened instantly, staring intently at Meng Chuan as if trying to see right through him:

"Xiao Meng, don't try to fool me."

Old Huang frowned slightly, his tone carrying an undeniable air:

"If this level of popularity keeps rising, are there really no hidden dangers at all?"

Meng Chuan gave a wry smile, and after a moment's thought, decided to reveal some information:

"To be honest, there are bound to be hidden dangers. The heat has risen too quickly, and some places may be overheated. It's like boiling water; if the fire is too high, the water is likely to overflow, and then people might get burned!"

Meng Chuan knew that a large amount of leveraged funds were pouring into the stock market, causing stock prices to skyrocket.

Many stocks have already deviated from their fundamentals.

This is what he called "excessive internal heat".

If capital seizes the opportunity to short sell, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Old Huang abruptly stopped tapping the table, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

After pondering for a long time, Old Huang looked at Meng Chuan with some surprise.

The stock market is booming and everyone is optimistic, but Meng Chuan is able to remain vigilant and prepared for potential risks.

This insight and courage are truly rare.

Old Huang smiled and asked further:

"So, in your opinion, when will this water overflow?"

Meng Chuan hesitated for a moment, then slowly said:

"Water boils at 100 degrees, but if you insist on heating it to over 200 degrees, more than doubling the temperature, it will definitely boil over."

"Moreover, being scalded by 200-degree water is far more painful than being scalded by 100-degree water, and may even carry the risk of amputation."

Meng Chuan is not exaggerating.

The Shanghai Composite Index is currently around 2000 points.

Once the index doubles to 5000 points, foreign capital may take action.

At that time, the market will face a huge crisis.

After listening, Old Huang gave Meng Chuan a deep look and fell silent again.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became somewhat oppressive.

Dean Zuo Silan, sitting to the side, looked at Meng Chuan in shock.

She suddenly felt that the student in front of her was somewhat unfamiliar.

Meng Chuan's words seemed simple, but they contained hidden meaning.

She felt like she understood, yet also like she understood nothing at all.

She, the dean of the School of Economics, was completely bewildered by Meng Chuan's words.

Meng Chuan's words, however, made Old Huang fall into deep thought.

This was truly unbelievable to her.

"Haha, you little rascal, at such a young age, how come you're spouting official jargon and platitudes? You have none of the energy a young person should have. That's not a good habit!"

Suddenly, Old Huang burst into laughter:

"Alright, Xiao Zuo! You guys go back first! I'm a little tired."

After a pause, Old Huang looked at Meng Chuan and added:

"However, this young man is interesting and has potential. We should nurture him well and strive to cultivate him into a pillar of the nation."

"sure."

Dean Zuo Silan quickly responded.

The two got up to say goodbye and walked out the door.

Meng Chuan then asked somewhat impatiently:

"Dean, who is this Old Huang?"

"He has retired and is a very low-key person."

Dean Zuo Silan considered for a moment and said:

"However, since Elder Huang didn't introduce himself to you, don't ask. And remember, you must not mention your conversation with Elder Huang today to anyone."

Meng Chuan nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

However, when Meng Chuan returned to the hotel, besides Jiang Zhenyu, there were two other familiar faces there.

Meng Chuan asked in surprise:

"Sister Xu, Mr. Zheng, what are you doing here?"