Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

It is said that talented horses are common, but discerning judges of horses are rare.

The problem isn't that talent scouts are hard to find, but rather that truly talented individuals worthy of the title "thousand-mile horse" are rare.

Moreover, Meng Chuan can no longer be considered a genius; he's a prodigy.

A monster that has never appeared in a thousand years, a creature never before heard of.

Lao Xiao truly couldn't bear to see Meng Chuan's musical talent go to waste.

He looked at Meng Chuan with eyes full of expectation and pleading.

However, Meng Chuan simply smiled faintly and shook his head:

"Old Xiao, I appreciate your kindness. However, I'm really not that interested in music. I just write songs casually, and I can't say I have any talent for it."

Upon hearing this, Lao Xiao immediately became anxious:

"Mr. Meng, if this isn't talent? Then how are we professional musicians supposed to live in this world?"

"It's no exaggeration to say that the few songs you've written so far are enough to secure you a place in the music industry!"

"While there will certainly be criticisms, they are all driven by jealousy. The market is the only true measure of a song's quality."

"No matter how elegant or profound it is, without an audience, it cannot be considered art..."

Old Xiao spoke excitedly, as if Meng Chuan was wasting his talent by not studying music.

Meng Chuan hurriedly called a halt:

"Old Xiao, don't get so worked up. I really have no interest in music creation."

The more Lao Xiao values ​​him, the less he should follow Lao Xiao's example.

Once he starts learning systematically, Lao Xiao will definitely find that he is nothing special.

"Oh! Mr. Meng, even God is practically feeding you, why don't you open your mouth!"

Old Xiao wanted to cry but had no tears.

Old Xiao felt it was his fault that Meng Chuan couldn't study music.

"Stop, let's leave it at that and don't mention it again. I have other things to do, I'll be going now."

Meng Chuan hurriedly led Ying Die away from the recording studio, walking quickly, afraid that Lao Xiao would catch up again.

"Mr. Meng, please reconsider!"

Old Xiao shouted at Meng Chuan's retreating figure, his voice filled with resentment.

Meng Chuan did not turn around, as if he had not heard.

As Meng Chuan walked out of the Meng Po Guild, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Actually, Lao Xiao is right."

However, once inside the car, Yingdie, who was usually taciturn, suddenly spoke.

Meng Chuan was taken aback:

Why are you joining in the commotion too?

Meng Chuan smiled wryly.

It's not that he doesn't want to learn music.

One's own family knows one's own affairs.

Those so-called "divine songs" are nothing more than products of memories from a past life.

He's a plagiarist; he has absolutely no real creative ability.

Instead of wasting time learning music, it's more worthwhile to read more books in the library.

"Let's go shopping today, Shadow Butterfly."

Meng Chuan said to Ying Die behind him.

Yingdie remained expressionless, simply nodded, and started the car.

Meng Chuan took Ying Die to the mall.

Yesterday, Meng Chuan promised to buy clothes for Ying Die.

Meng Chuan originally wanted to buy Ying Die a dress, but Ying Die refused and only chose a black bodysuit.

When they arrived at the lingerie store, Meng Chuan felt a little embarrassed and didn't want to go in.

Yingdie went in and made her own selection, which took only three minutes.

It was the first time Meng Chuan realized that girls could actually shop very quickly.

Afterwards, the two went to a high-end restaurant for dinner.

After all, to create opportunities for the assassin, Meng Chuan had no choice but to be a bit high-profile.

For most of the day, Meng Chuan's nerves remained on edge.

Even the slightest noise around him could startle him.

Yingdie, on the other hand, remained completely calm, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

What Meng Chuan didn't know was that there were at least twenty or thirty experts like Ying Die secretly protecting him.

Men, women, young and old.

Their mission was to ensure Meng Chuan's safety while simultaneously identifying the lurking assassin.

Wherever Meng Chuan went, all places that were conducive to an assassin's ambush were given special attention.

Only Yingdie knew all this; Meng Chuan was kept in the dark.

The assassin just hasn't shown up yet.

In the afternoon, Meng Chuan even took Ying Die to the amusement park.

In movies, assassins often strike in crowded places, making it easier to hide and escape.

It's worth mentioning that when riding the roller coaster, Meng Chuan screamed in terror and almost wet his pants.

Yingdie beside him remained expressionless, as if the roller coaster was just a stroll on flat ground to her.

"Shadow Butterfly, don't you find it exciting?"

After getting off, Meng Chuan suppressed his nausea and looked at Ying Die as if she were a monster.

"boring."

Yingdie coldly uttered two words.

Meng Chuan was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

He originally wanted to let Yingdie experience the joys of ordinary people, but Yingdie ended up crushing his dignity as a man.

And so, Meng Chuan spent four days in constant fear.

Every day he would take Yingdie out shopping, eating, and playing, trying to lure the snake out of its hole.

However, the assassin never appeared.

This made Meng Chuan even more irritable.

After all, the National Day holiday is just around the corner.

If he can't resolve the assassin issue, Meng Chuan won't even be able to return to his hometown.

He didn't want to bring the killer back to his parents or Liu Qian.

On the fifth night, danger finally crept in.

After finishing his phone call with Liu Qian, Meng Chuan went to sleep.

After spending this time together, Meng Chuan has gradually gotten used to Ying Die's presence.

At least at night, Meng Chuan usually urinates before going to sleep to avoid feeling uncomfortable from urination.

By the middle of the night, Meng Chuan had entered a deep sleep.

Suddenly, perhaps due to his body's instinctive sense of danger, Meng Chuan was jolted awake from his sleep.

The moment Meng Chuan opened his eyes, he noticed a dark figure in the room.

Judging from its size, it is definitely not a shadow butterfly.

Because he was still holding a dagger in his hand, which gleamed coldly in the dim moonlight.

"Who?"

Meng Chuan let out a low shout, his heart pounding instantly.

Where did Yingdie go?

However, the man in black also seemed to have not expected Meng Chuan to suddenly wake up.

The moment Meng Chuan opened his mouth, he suddenly lunged at Meng Chuan.

The dagger in his hand was aimed fiercely at Meng Chuan's heart.

At this moment, Meng Chuan felt his soul tremble.

An unprecedented sense of crisis surged in my heart.

This was the second time Meng Chuan felt so close to death.

But his body seemed to freeze at that moment, unable to respond at all.

Just when Meng Chuan thought he was going to die, Ying Die descended from the sky like a ghost.

It turns out that Shadow Butterfly had already sensed the danger before the assassin appeared.

She actually managed to prop herself up on the roof by using the distance between the walls and beams, just like a spider.

Because Yingdie's clothes were all black, and she could even control her breathing and heartbeat.

Even the assassins didn't notice her presence before she landed.

At that moment, she appeared as if a goddess had descended, and with a short stick in her hand, she slammed it down hard on the back of the assassin's head.