Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

"I've met the young master."

As Meng Chuan approached, the twenty-odd people standing next to the car bowed almost simultaneously and greeted him loudly.

Its imposing presence shocked many people.

This is even more shocking than what you see on TV.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Meng Chuan nodded, and then, guided by Ying Die, quickly climbed into a car.

In fact, it may seem very domineering and imposing to outsiders.

But in reality, Meng Chuan, who was involved, felt a bit like a teenager.

This is too pompous.

"Young Master, should I send someone to investigate those two and teach them a lesson?"

Sitting in the only armored vehicle, Yingdie looked out the window at Jack and his companion fleeing in disarray and asked Meng Chuan with some resentment.

"Forget it. If I had to swat every fly I encounter, I wouldn't be able to do anything all day."

Meng Chuan smiled wryly.

Although that girl was quite annoying.

Just because you have an American boyfriend doesn't mean you can look down on Chinese people.

However, Meng Chuan doesn't have the energy to argue with her right now.

Soon, five vehicles led the way, with Meng Chuan's bulletproof car in the middle and escort vehicles on both sides.

This is the kind of security treatment that only a true president can enjoy.

The convoy drove for nearly thirty minutes on the relatively quiet streets.

"Young Master, Chinatown is just ahead, which is also the headquarters of our Green Gang Group."

Yingdie said to Meng Chuan.

Once in the United States, even in private, Yingdie dared not call Meng Chuan by his name.

This is the rule.

"Then... is Chen Yiyi here?"

Meng Chuan suddenly felt a little tempted.

Ever since he learned that Chen Yiyi might be pregnant with his child, Meng Chuan has been thinking about her constantly.

Although Yingdie's words made a lot of sense, not disturbing her was the best way to protect her.

But since he was already there, Meng Chuan still wanted to see her.

"Chinatowns are located in many cities across the United States, the most famous of which is Harmanton Chinatown, where our Green Gang group is located. It is also the place with the highest concentration of Chinese people in the Western Hemisphere."

Yingdie explained:

"There are also larger ones such as Chinatown in San Francisco and Chinatown in Los Angeles."

"In New York, besides Harmanton Chinatown where we are now, there is also Eighth Avenue Chinatown and Flushing Chinatown."

"We are currently in Chinatown in Harmanton, while Chen Yiyi is in Chinatown on Eighth Avenue. It's about a half-hour drive from here."

Yingdie knows New York quite well.

Meng Chuan, however, was somewhat confused.

Meng Chuan always thought there was only one Chinatown in the United States!

Surprisingly, there are three in New York alone.

There are actually more than a dozen or twenty Chinatowns of varying sizes throughout the United States.

However, Meng Chuan understood one thing: Chen Yiyi was not far from here.

"If you have the chance, you should go and see it! Even just a glimpse from afar would be nice."

Meng Chuan seemed to be talking to himself, yet also to Ying Die.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

Yingdie nodded.

Soon, the convoy drove into Harmanton Chinatown.

Looking at the streets on both sides, especially the colorful Chinese signs of the shops, Meng Chuan felt a sense of familiarity.

The words "Cantonese restaurant", "Chinese medicine shop", and "barber shop" are displayed in both traditional and simplified Chinese characters.

It felt like stepping back into the streets and alleys of China in the 1980s and 90s.

The air was filled with the familiar aroma of cooking.

If Meng Chuan hadn't traveled by plane all the way here, who would have thought that this was the United States, a country many people yearn for?

Although it is already past midnight, red lanterns on some shops are still swaying gently in the wind.

The walls are covered with opera posters and notices of traditional festival celebrations.

There are also calligraphy works hanging in the shop windows of some stores.

Every detail is full of the charm of traditional Chinese culture.

"We've arrived. Fifth Master is right here."

Soon, the car stopped at the end of the street, where there was a fifty-story building.

Above it hung six bright characters: "Green Gang Group Building".

At that moment, at the entrance of the building, Meng Chuan saw a familiar figure.

It was Prince Fu.

On either side of Prince Fu, there were a dozen or so men in suits standing like door gods.

They were all clearly there to welcome Meng Chuan.

"I've met the young master."

Upon seeing Meng Chuan alight from the car, Prince Fu bowed in respect.

"I've met the young master."

The others also bowed.

"No need for so many formalities, Fifth Master, what do you think?"

Meng Chuan quickly stepped forward, helped Prince Fu up, and asked with concern.

"His condition worsened last night, so we forcibly administered some banned drugs to briefly increase his heart rate and blood pressure in order to keep him conscious."

Prince Fu said with some sorrow:

"However, such high-dose use will excessively deplete the body's functions, and is...at the cost of overdrawing one's life."

Prince Fu has followed Fifth Master for most of his life.

It would be a lie to say he's not sad now.

"Take me to see him first."

Meng Chuan said.

Then, led by Fu Wang, Meng Chuan and Ying Die arrived at the top floor of the Green Gang Group building.

This place is now heavily guarded.

However, most of those who could appear here to guard the place were Fifth Master's confidants.

Because Fifth Master's illness is currently the biggest secret of the Green Gang.

Apart from Fifth Master's confidants and a few high-ranking officials at the level of hall master or above.

Not many people know about it.

As the door was pushed open, several doctors in white coats stood guard in front of a hospital bed.

Fifth Master already had many tubes inserted into his body.

There were also numerous acupuncture points on his head.

Elder Hua, the head of the medical hall, was also present, and those acupuncture treatments were clearly Elder Hua's methods.

Only through a true combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine could Fifth Master's life be barely kept afloat.

Seeing Fifth Master in this state, even Meng Chuan couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Although Meng Chuan did not recognize the Fifth Master when he was young.

But one can imagine how heroic and spirited Fifth Master must have been back then.

Now he lies here, on the verge of death.

The greatest tragedy in life is this: a hero grows old.

"Young Master, Fifth Master's condition is currently stable; he just fell asleep."

Upon seeing Meng Chuan enter, Elder Hua hurriedly bowed to him.

"Given Fifth Master's condition, tomorrow's ceremony..."

Meng Chuan sighed inwardly.

Meng Chuan and Fifth Master agreed to hold the ceremony in half a month.

Tomorrow is the final deadline.

But given Fifth Master's current condition, what will happen tomorrow?

"We were prepared for this as well. We discussed it with Fifth Master, and we'll have to use some unconventional methods tomorrow."

Hua Lao said with some sadness.

Prince Fu's face showed little expression, but two streams of tears welled up in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Meng Chuan pressed for details.

Clearly, this so-called unconventional approach will come at a huge cost.

"It's about forcibly stimulating Fifth Master's potential, allowing him to maintain a brief period of lucidity and basic motor skills."

Prince Fu then explained:

"But the price is that tomorrow might be Fifth Master's final deadline."

Meng Chuan was startled and somewhat anxious:

"Does it have to be this way? If we don't force this method, how much time does Fifth Master have left?"

It was clear that Meng Chuan wanted to give Fifth Master an explanation.

It wasn't that Meng Chuan wanted Fifth Master's life.

Old Hua said with some reluctance:

"Actually, Fifth Master has only been able to hold on until now entirely because of his own willpower. Even if we don't use it tomorrow, I'm afraid... sigh! It would be better to let Fifth Master pass away peacefully."