Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

After leaving Blackman Bar, Meng Chuan and Ying Die returned to Shanghai University.

Yingdie drove, and Meng Chuan sat in the passenger seat.

As soon as Meng Chuan returned to the gate of Shanghai University, he saw the university decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations in the distance.

"Huh? What holiday is this? Why is the whole school so festive?"

Meng Chuan asked curiously, "There are also some workers hanging banners and big red lanterns."

"Aren't you using Douyin (TikTok)?"

Yingdie turned to look at Meng Chuan with suspicion.

"Where have I found the time to scroll through Douyin during this period?"

Meng Chuan smiled wryly.

During this trip to the capital, Meng Chuan faced several brushes with death.

Even if he had the time, he wouldn't be in the mood to scroll through Douyin!

"You have been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Economics."

"That's what Yingdie said."

Meng Chuan's eyes widened in shock.

As the person involved, Meng Chuan was completely unaware of it.

As the car drew closer, the banner at the school gate read—

"Congratulations to our freshmen Meng Chuan and Jiang Zhenyu for their economics paper being nominated for the 2014 Nobel Prize in Economics."

The surrounding area was filled with various flower baskets and banners sent by prominent alumni of Shanghai University.

Being nominated is already a great honor.

Such a joyous occasion is certainly something that Shanghai University will celebrate and publicize extensively.

Are Nobel Prizes in Economics always nominated around this time?

Meng Chuan asked suspiciously.

"Nominations usually begin in October each year, and the awards ceremony is held in January or February after the New Year."

Yingdie explained.

Meng Chuan nodded, but then asked with some suspicion:

"You even know this?"

Based on Meng Chuan's understanding of Ying Die, she probably doesn't pay much attention to these things.

It's absurd that an assassin would know when the Nobel Prize is nominated and when it's awarded.

"Some bloggers on Douyin said that the nomination process had actually ended, but your paper had such a great impact that you were admitted through a special exception."

"That's what Yingdie said."

Many bloggers are now posting videos to popularize this knowledge.

Among them are many scholars who are well-known in economics.

Many bloggers, under the guise of popularizing science, are actually just trying to ride on Meng Chuan's popularity.

Therefore, many bloggers exaggerate to some extent when popularizing knowledge.

Therefore, Meng Chuan has become popular online again.

Many netizens have already gotten used to it.

Anyway, news about Meng Chuan appears online every few days.

And each one is more explosive than the last.

Ironically, no one found it annoying; on the contrary, they became even more proud.

"You're using Douyin now too?"

Meng Chuan looked at Ying Die with amusement.

At the same time, Meng Chuan felt a little relieved.

Through his subtle influence and guidance.

Yingdie is becoming more and more like a young person with flesh and blood.

"I'm recovering from my injury these past few days, so I'll check on you occasionally."

Yingdie said calmly.

Meng Chuan smiled knowingly.

Meng Chuan now understands Ying Die's personality quite well.

Her calm tone indicated that she was very happy.

She is unhappy or encounters a topic she is not interested in.

Her tone would turn cold.

Just as Meng Chuan was about to say a few words of praise to Ying Die, his phone suddenly rang.

It's Alice calling.

Meng Chuan hadn't spoken to Alice on the phone for almost a month.

The last time they exchanged text messages was when Meng Chuan wanted to know the origin of the thumb ring and took the initiative to contact her.

However, she clearly had a lot of opinions about Meng Chuan.

What does it mean to call yourself at this time?

"My dad is here, he wants to see you."

As soon as Meng Chuan pressed the answer button, Alice spoke first.

"Your dad? What does he want with me?"

Meng Chuan asked suspiciously.

Meng Chuan now knows that Alice is the legitimate daughter of the current head of the Warburg family.

She had two older brothers.

"I do not know."

Alice said truthfully.

Alice was completely unaware that Meng Chuan and her uncle Ollie had already reached a cooperation agreement.

Therefore, she really didn't know why her father would suddenly come quietly and specifically ask to see Meng Chuan.

"I'm not here right now..."

Meng Chuan hesitated for a moment, wanting to refuse.

He just got back, and he was thinking of getting a good night's sleep!

Meng Chuan suffered from severe sleep deprivation during this period.

“I’ve already seen your car. I’m in the parking lot next to yours. Follow my car.”

Alice hung up the phone as she spoke.

Meng Chuan turned his head somewhat awkwardly.

Sure enough, Alice's G-Wagon was at another exit of the parking lot.

Almost all students who drive to school park in the parking lot across from the school.

Now that Alice has caught him red-handed, Meng Chuan can't very well refuse.

"Let's follow Alice's car!"

Meng Chuan said helplessly to Ying Die.

Yingdie nodded silently and started the car she had just parked again without saying a word.

Following Alice's car, they soon arrived at a five-star hotel.

Alice and Natasha were waiting for Meng Chuan and Ying Die at the hotel entrance.

Upon seeing the Shadow Butterfly, Alice couldn't help but take another look.

Alice already knew about the existence of the Shadow Butterfly.

She had previously encountered an assassin in Meng Chuan's hometown, and it was Ying Die who helped her resolve the situation.

However, she always regarded Yingdie as Meng Chuan's bodyguard.

One night, Alice saw Yingdie enter Mengchuan's dormitory from her dormitory window.

He left on the second day.

Alice felt extremely uncomfortable.

Because Meng Chuan gave her the impression of being very devoted.

She won't be jealous of Liu Qian.

She met Meng Chuan after he and Liu Qian got together.

However, Meng Chuan was so cold to her, yet he was secretly having an affair with his bodyguard.

This made Alice very jealous.

She's a darling of heaven, how come she can't even compare to a bodyguard?

This is also why Alice started to become indifferent to Meng Chuan.

"Your dad..."

Meng Chuan walked up to Alice, intending to ask her something.

But Alice led Natasha around and went into the hotel.

"Damn, what's wrong with this girl?"

Meng Chuan and Ying Die exchanged a glance.

Given Meng Chuan's temperament, he really wanted to turn around and leave.

It's your dad who wants to see me, not the other way around. Why are you giving me the cold shoulder?

However, considering his collaboration with the Warburg family, Meng Chuan ultimately held back and followed behind Alice.

Meng Chuan's chances of winning against foreign capital alone are actually not very high.

However, teaming up with Warburg would increase the chances of success by at least 30%.

For the greater good, Meng Chuan had no choice but to endure it.

Alice and I walked into a presidential suite, where Alice's father should be.

It's worth mentioning that Alice's father booked the entire floor of the hotel.

Bodyguards were stationed from the elevator entrance to the corridor, and even all the way to the door of the private room.

Moreover, they were all tall, foreign bodyguards.

When Meng Chuan reached the door, he was stopped by the bodyguards.

"Alice, if you want to search me, then have your father come see me!"

Meng Chuan's face darkened.

He wasn't used to being searched.

"Step aside."

Alice spoke to the bodyguard in English.

But the bodyguard merely took a step back and mechanically said:

"She can't go in."

Alice's father only invited Meng Chuan.

With Alice around, the bodyguards don't need to search Meng Chuan.

However, due to his duty, he could not allow Yingdie to enter.

Meng Chuan's expression darkened further, and Ying Die's face grew increasingly cold.

"Let them in!"

Just as Meng Chuan was about to turn around and leave, he couldn't help but leave.

The door opened, and a man with a hooked nose, wrapped in a silk robe, held a glass of red wine in his hand, smiling at Meng Chuan.