Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Finally, it was lunchtime.

Meng Chuan could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Everyone has worked hard. Yingdie, you'll each get a 10 reward later."

Meng Chuan turned around and spoke to the group of traders behind him.

Although the air conditioning in this basement is very cold.

However, many people had fine beads of sweat on their foreheads.

One reason was that I was too nervous, and the other was that the amount of work I had just done was too much.

Some people's fingers are almost numb.

But upon hearing that each person would receive 100,000, everyone became excited:

"Thank you, young master! Long live the young master!"

They were all members of the Green Gang and received monthly stipends.

Moreover, given their abilities and qualifications, their monthly salary is not low.

But the 100,000 yuan per person still excited them greatly.

"Okay, I'll arrange it later. You can have some tea and rest for a bit."

Yingdie thoughtfully handed Meng Chuan a cup of hot tea!

Yingdie was closest to Meng Chuan before, so she knew better than anyone that Meng Chuan was very nervous.

"Thank you."

Meng Chuan took the tea from Ying Die's hand!

"Oh, by the way, you had a missed call on your phone just now."

"That's what Yingdie said."

Because there was signal jamming in the basement, Meng Chuan left his phone on the first floor before coming down.

Someone was specifically assigned to hold Meng Chuan's phone.

But in that situation, even if Yingdie told Meng Chuan there was a phone call, Meng Chuan wouldn't answer.

Now that things have finally come to an end, Yingdie told Meng Chuan.

"Let's go up first."

Meng Chuan nodded.

Anyway, the market won't open until after 1 p.m.

Meng Chuan also went upstairs to get something to eat.

"By the way, please tally up the results from this morning and send them to my phone later."

Meng Chuan turned to the trader and said.

Everyone readily agreed.

As soon as Meng Chuan and Ying Die went up to the lobby on the first floor, someone handed Meng Chuan his cell phone.

"Uh... so many calls?"

Meng Chuan was dumbfounded.

There are several phone numbers without names.

Those with names include Dean Zuo Silan, Jiang Zhenyu, Alice, and even Meng Chuan's parents.

"Mom! What's wrong? Did you call for me?"

Ignoring everyone else, Meng Chuan immediately called his mother.

Meng Chuan knew that his parents usually wouldn't call him.

And they called several times in a row, so it must have been something urgent.

"Hey! You brat, where have you been? The school can't find you anywhere, they've even called your house."

Zhang Mei felt a great weight lifted off her shoulders.

Before the start of the new semester, Meng Chuan returned to school early, claiming he wanted to study on his own.

Zhang Mei didn't think there was anything wrong with it; her son's ambition was a good thing!

But she just received a call from the school asking if Meng Chuan was home.

This terrified Zhang Mei.

How could my son suddenly disappear?

She was so anxious that she and her husband, Meng Jianguo, were preparing to book plane tickets to Shanghai.

"Mom! I just put my phone on silent and forgot to turn it back on. I'm fine, don't worry!"

Meng Chuan quickly offered words of comfort.

Zhang Mei nagged for a long time, repeatedly reminding Meng Chuan to be careful and to keep his phone accessible before hanging up.

Meng Chuan thought for a moment and then called Dean Zuo Silan back.

As for Jiang Zhenyu and Alice's phone calls, it's only because Dean Zuo Silan couldn't find him that she found out where Jiang Zhenyu and Alice were.

"Dean, school hasn't even started yet! If you're looking to conscript men, don't drag me into it!"

As soon as the call connected, Meng Chuan blocked Dean Zuo Silan's escape route.

Meng Chuan has already graduated with his bachelor's degree, and the next step is to pursue his doctoral studies.

The doctoral program focuses on practical skills, not theoretical knowledge.

Meng Chuan was really afraid that Dean Zuo Silan would drag him away to do some kind of research project.

He really doesn't have time, especially during this extraordinary period.

Meng Chuan is even considering pausing his undergraduate studies.

"What are you conscripting? You little brat, where have you been? Old Huang is here, he specifically wants to see you, and he's very angry. What did you do to him?"

Dean Zuo Silan roared at Meng Chuan.

That's Elder Huang!

Even Dean Zuo Silan was humble and subservient in his presence.

Judging from Huang Lao's posture, Dean Zuo Silan really suspected that Meng Chuan had dug up Huang Lao's ancestral graves.

"When did I offend him? Where is he?"

Meng Chuan was completely bewildered.

He only met Mr. Huang twice.

We don't usually keep in touch, so there's no way I've offended anyone!

"You know what you've done. Get back here right now. Old Huang is in my office, and I'm too scared to go in."

Dean Zuo Silan said angrily.

Because Mr. Huang arrived by military helicopter, which is still parked on the school playground!

This terrified Dean Zuo Silan.

"What do I know? If I really have to say what I did to offend him, it's probably that I swiped a small packet of tea from him last time."

Meng Chuan protested:

"Moreover, I didn't even get to drink that tea; you used your power for personal gain."

"What do you mean I abused my power for personal gain? Meng Chuan, I'm your dean! Is this how you talk to your dean? I even helped you publish your paper, helped you..."

Dean Zuo Silan immediately shouted.

If Meng Chuan were next to Dean Zuo Silan, he would have noticed that she looked extremely embarrassed at that moment.

It's just a packet of tea, and this brat really doesn't give me any face at all!

"Fine, fine! You're the dean, you're in the right. I'm not saying anything more, I'll go back now."

Meng Chuan hurriedly begged for mercy.

If Dean Zuo Silan were an old man, Meng Chuan would have had to argue with her at least a few words.

Unfortunately, she was an old woman.

Trying to reason with a woman, even if she is over fifty years old, even if she is the head of a hospital.

That's not a wise move either.

Yingdie personally drove Meng Chuan back to Shanghai University.

Today, the entire campus of Shanghai University is deserted.

Dean Zuo Silan was already waiting for Meng Chuan at the school gate.

"Why so slow?"

Dean Zuo Silan pulled Meng Chuan somewhat anxiously toward her office.

"I'm driving a car, not a plane."

Meng Chuan said irritably.

Meng Chuan didn't waste a single moment.

He needed to go back to Mar-a-Lago in the afternoon to oversee things, so he didn't have time to waste here.

In other words, Huang Lao's identity is special, and Meng Chuan would not come to see ordinary people!

But Dean Zuo Silan actually complained that Meng Chuan was too busy.

Soon, the three of them, including Yingdie, arrived at Dean Zuo Silan's office.

Dean Zuo Silan gently knocked on the door.

Meng Chuan glanced at Dean Zuo Silan with disdain, noticing that she had to knock on the door to get back to her own office.

"Enter!"

Old Huang's strong voice rang out.

Dean Zuo Silan then led Meng Chuan inside.

As Meng Chuan and Dean Zuo Silan entered, Old Huang raised his eyelids, his expression stern and cold.

Just as Dean Zuo Silan was about to say something with trepidation.

Old Huang suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up, glaring angrily at Meng Chuan:

"Meng Chuan, do you know your crime?"