Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

Meng Chuan stared wide-eyed at the introduction about the Warburg family in his hand, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The family's origins can be traced back to the 16th century, making it one of the oldest surviving conglomerate families.

However, none of these things shocked Meng Chuan the most.

What astonished Meng Chuan the most was that the Warburg family reportedly controlled 20 percent of the world's total wealth!

This number is enough to suffocate anyone.

What's even more impressive is that the Warburg family were not only the founders and chief architects of the Federal Reserve.

It also controls nearly 30 percent of the shares on the New York Stock Exchange.

The real financial tycoon, oh no! The real ancient tycoon.

Although Meng Chuan is now considered a prominent figure.

But compared to a behemoth like Warburg, Meng Chuan is but a drop in the ocean, a mere trifle.

So small as to be almost negligible.

Meng Chuan had suspected that Alice's identity was not simple, but he never expected that she came from such a prominent family.

"No wonder she's so confident..."

Meng Chuan muttered to himself.

Alice's confidence clearly stemmed from her unparalleled background and beauty.

Her view on love is typical of capitalist thinking—rationality above all else.

Feelings are merely an optional accessory.

She also has enough capital to naturally choose the most "suitable" partner.

And it doesn't need emotional ties.

However, the education Meng Chuan received from childhood made him unable to accept this cold, rational choice.

In Meng Chuan's view, love must be based on feelings.

Otherwise, the existing relationship could be abandoned at any time when a more "suitable" option comes along.

"No, if Alice is really a core member of the Warburg family, why would she be interested in me?"

Meng Chuan suddenly fell into deep thought.

Although the Warburg family is large, not every member holds real power.

Just like the sects in novels.

The sect will only provide resources and opportunities to its members. If an individual is not outstanding enough, they will eventually be marginalized.

Meng Chuan had no way of knowing Alice's true position in the family.

But where did she get the idea that they could "help each other succeed" together?

Meng Chuan asked himself, although he had achieved some success.

But they are far from being comparable to the Warburg family.

These historically significant families not only possess astonishing wealth, but more frighteningly, they wield significant influence on the global stage.

"What have I done to deserve such words from her?"

Meng Chuan frowned, his right hand unconsciously turning the thumb ring on his left thumb.

He carefully reviewed his life journey.

He tried to find out what potential he possessed that Alice could value.

However, no matter how much Meng Chuan thought about it, he couldn't find the answer.

"Damn it, if I can't figure it out, I'm not going to think about it anymore!"

Meng Chuan suddenly slammed his hand on the table and said with great bravado:

"So what if Warburg? I'm still a successor to communism!"

No matter how powerful Warburg is, he can only act arrogantly abroad.

They don't have a suitable environment to survive in China.

If Warburg had dared to dabble in during the 2015 stock market crash, Meng Chuan would have dared to cut him down just the same way!

As for Alice, Meng Chuan would absolutely not accept her.

Her rationality and indifference were destined to clash with his values.

Even with her stunning beauty, she couldn't win Meng Chuan's heart.

"Son, how are you?"

After Alice left, Meng Jianguo came in, a hint of worry on his face.

"It's okay, Dad. Come on, let's have a drink together."

Meng Chuan put aside his thoughts, smiled, and took out his father's treasured liquor—Niulanshan Erguotou.

"Dad, why don't you ever think about changing things up a bit?"

Meng Chuan poured wine for his father while teasing him.

Whether in the past or present, my dad has always loved Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

"Hey, all those bottles of liquor that other people gave me, I threw them all under the bed. Nothing beats my Erguotou!"

Meng Jianguo smiled, raised his glass, clinked it with Meng Chuan's, and drank it all in one gulp.

Meng Chuan also drank a glass; the strong liquor burned his throat, making him wince.

But he still drank a few more glasses with his father, and the two chatted about everyday things while drinking.

The father and son discussed everything from family life to international affairs.

The discussion moved from the Syrian battlefield to the Iraqi war.

Looking at the gray hair at his father's temples, Meng Chuan was filled with emotion.

Fortunately, in this life, he didn't cause his father too much worry.

Although time has secretly left its mark on my father's face.

But the years have not erased the smile on the old father's face.

Before they knew it, the father and son had been drinking from noon into the afternoon.

Meng Chuan was already somewhat drunk, and Meng Jianguo was almost drunk too.

Under Zhang Mei's nagging, the father and son finally ended the drinking session.

Meng Chuan returned to his small bed and fell asleep immediately.

He was exhausted from a long night's sleep, and the alcohol made him sleep very soundly.

However, at four in the morning, a sudden ringing of his cell phone woke him up.

Meng Chuan picked up his phone in a daze, about to hang up, when he noticed that the caller ID showed Ying Die.

Yingdie almost never calls him first.

Since Meng Chuan bought Ying Die a cell phone, she has only called or texted him a handful of times.

This instantly brought Meng Chuan to his senses.

"Shadow Butterfly, what's wrong?"

Meng Chuan pressed the answer button and asked somewhat anxiously.

"An assassin has come to the village."

Yingdie's voice remained cold, as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

"What? Wasn't my assassination attempt already called off?"

Meng Chuan suddenly sat up in bed, his heart pounding.

Having survived an assassination attempt, he was particularly sensitive to such matters.

"It's probably not aimed at you."

"Shadow Butterfly said calmly."

Yingdie's mission was only to protect Meng Chuan; she didn't want to get involved as long as the assassins' target wasn't Meng Chuan.

But for some reason, she still made the call to Meng Chuan.

"Not at me? Then it's... Alice?"

Meng Chuan reacted instantly, and was startled.

Meng Chuan didn't know whether Alice had left the village.

She may have already left, or she may still be staying at a guesthouse in the village.

Besides her, Meng Chuan couldn't think of anyone else worth sending assassins to.

"should be."

Yingdie gave a brief reply.

Yingdie was unaware of the relationship between Mengchuan and Alice.

But she had been following Meng Chuan for some time now.

Meng Chuan and Alice are often seen interacting at school.

Today she also saw Alice having a meal at Meng Chuan's house.

Therefore, she still felt it was necessary to inform Meng Chuan.

"That should be fine. Natasha, who is with Alice, is also very capable and should be able to protect her."

Meng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't aimed at him.

"There are more assassins, and Natasha has already been lured away from the mountain."

"Shadow Butterfly said coldly."

"what?!"

Meng Chuan jumped out of bed instantly, all signs of intoxication gone:

"Quick, save people!"