Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Meng Chuan had considered the consequences.

But what do personal honor and disgrace matter in the face of the greater good?

Moreover, Meng Chuan is not necessarily going to lose.

He knew the tricks of foreign capital and knew when they would make their move.

It's like two armies facing off.

Although there is a huge difference in strength.

But Meng Chuan knew the other side's military deployment and their intentions.

As long as Meng Chuan avoids his strengths and attacks his weaknesses, he is not without a chance of victory.

If Meng Chuan can overcome the odds and annihilate all the foreign capital forces in this wave, the domestic economy will surely take off.

Meng Chuan's personal wealth will undoubtedly reach a new level.

A height from which one can look down upon the whole country, and even the whole world.

"I hope you don't get yourself into trouble!"

After hearing Meng Chuan's words, Fifth Master sighed deeply.

Continuing from the previous topic:

“Shen An and his wife have a lot of hidden assets and deposits both at home and abroad, and I have already had them all liquidated.”

"Adding the 280 billion you repurchased from his shares, we can most likely raise 350 billion. As for the remaining 4 million, I will gradually recover it, treating it as labor costs for the recovery."

"I have already transferred 325 billion to Yingdie."

As agreed, it would be split 50/50, and Fifth Master kept his word.

At the same time, Meng Chuan also began to admire Fifth Master.

Even if assets are hidden, they are naturally not easy to be discovered.

But in front of Fifth Master, Shen An and his wife probably had nothing left but their underwear.

Although it was 4 million less, Meng Chuan was already very satisfied.

"Alright, I knew you'd be straightforward, Fifth Master. If you need business like this again, come to me."

Meng Chuan said with a grin.

He was a completely different person from when Fifth Master borrowed money from Meng Chuan.

Fifth Master rolled his eyes at Meng Chuan, too lazy to argue with him, and waved for Meng Chuan to leave.

Meng Chuan didn't linger and immediately got up to say goodbye and leave.

After Meng Chuan left, Fifth Master tapped the coffee table lightly with his fingers.

The old man behind Fifth Master stood like a wooden sculpture, without uttering a word.

After a long while, Fifth Master finally let out a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"This kid is too impulsive; he has no idea how dangerous the world can be."

"Pass on my verbal order: have the War Hall and the Dark Hall lay down all their work and have all their main forces return to the country."

The old man behind Fifth Master was slightly shocked:

"Fifth Master, this... this is a huge fuss, it's easy to attract attention back home!"

The Battle Hall and the Dark Hall are the two most important halls of the Green Gang.

One was responsible for combat, and the other for intelligence and assassination.

These two are also the two largest and strongest gangs.

Many of these people are notorious internationally, and their names are even on the terrorist lists of many countries.

If these people were to return to China en masse, it would inevitably attract attention both domestically and internationally.

"Therefore, it must be done in batches and in secret. All of them must remain in hiding in the country for the next three months."

Fifth Master said:

"This kid thinks capital is just about money. He doesn't know that blocking someone's money is like killing their parents. Without the protection of the War Hall and the Dark Hall, he'll disappear the moment he makes a move."

In fact, there are quite a few wealthy people in China who have a patriotic heart.

However, when truly confronting that group of vicious foreign capital...

There weren't many people who actually dared to put up a fight.

Only someone like Meng Chuan, who suddenly became rich, would be so foolish and naive.

And yet, she's so adorably silly.

The more Fifth Master looked at her, the more pleased he became with her naiveté.

"it is good!"

The old man nodded solemnly.

"By the way, have Qiantang prepare as well, gather all funds, find a way to transfer the funds to Hong Kong, and open a Shanghai-Hong Kong Stock Connect account, ready to provide support at any time."

Fifth Master spoke again.

Upon hearing this, the old man's expression froze:

"Fifth Master, should we get involved too? Isn't that too risky..."

"Hehe, we're all old now, and we've long lost the passion we had back then. This kid suddenly got me all fired up today, so let's go crazy with him!"

Fifth Master said with a self-deprecating tone.

Actually, there was one more thing Fifth Master didn't say.

Looking back at the history of Meng Chuan's growth.

Meng Chuan is either creating miracles or on his way to creating miracles.

There has never been a defeat.

Who knows, this time we might create another miracle?

Most importantly, Fifth Master had another wish, or rather, a wish shared by all the leaders of the Green Gang throughout history.

That means returning to China.

They wandered outside, like homeless ghosts.

However, they have no place to stand in the country.

If this time I can help Meng Chuan achieve great success.

maybe……

"I understand."

The old man bowed slightly to Fifth Master before stepping down.

Fifth Master continued to sit, seemingly lost in thought.

"Sigh! Little one, I hope you can survive! If you succeed, I should retire."

After Fifth Master finished speaking, he suddenly started coughing violently.

A trickle of blood seeped from his palm...

As for Meng Chuan, after returning to school, he once again entered into intensive self-study.

Meng Chuan no longer needs to worry about transferring funds back to China.

These shadow butterflies are proceeding in an orderly manner.

During this time, Meng Chuan visited the Hongda Medical Supplies Production Plant again.

The factory has been fully built and production has begun.

The number of workers recruited so far has exceeded 10,000.

But it's not enough.

Other workshops, such as those for protective clothing, goggles, and disinfectant, are still undergoing testing.

However, the workers are paid exceptionally well, far exceeding their peers, and even reaching the standard of a typical white-collar worker.

As a result, a steady stream of workers come to apply for jobs every day.

Every day, a large number of trucks come and go in the factory area.

They either transport raw materials or ship out the already produced masks for sale.

With Zheng Donglai's help, we've never had to worry about sales.

Mr. Ye has also recently started working on opening up overseas sales channels.

As more and more production lines are completed, the daily production of masks will be able to reach at least 4 million.

It's unrealistic to expect to consume so many masks domestically.

We must open up overseas channels as soon as possible.

It's worth mentioning that Shadow Butterfly has already established its largest agency in the UK.

From now on, the sale of medical supplies in Europe will be handled by this distributor company.

In this way, Mengying Capital's money can be continuously transferred back to China.

And it can make money continuously.

A few days later, Meng Chuan was studying when he was suddenly called to Dean Zuo Silan's office by phone.

"Meng Chuan, it's been more than half a semester, and you haven't been to the classroom since you attended one class meeting."

Dean Zuo Silan looked at Meng Chuan and said:

"Jiang Zhenyu has already completed all the credits for his entire freshman year."

"That kid Jiang Zhenyu actually earned enough credits for his first year?"

Meng Chuan asked in surprise.

Meng Chuan always thought that the kid's mind was filled with nothing but complaining about women!

No wonder he hasn't come to see me lately; he's been secretly working hard behind my back.

However, Meng Chuan has already earned enough credits for his second year.

"I haven't seen you take the exam for so long. Is it because the courses after the third year are more difficult? Why don't you go to the third-year classroom?"

Dean Zuo Silan is quite concerned about Meng Chuan's studies.

After all, such promising talents would be a huge loss to the school and the country if they were to fail in their studies.

"No need for class, let's take the test now! Bring all the exam papers from the third and fourth years, I'll take them all today."