Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

As dawn broke, the Green Gang Group building in Hammondon's Chinatown was already under heavy guard and martial law.

All the guards were dressed in Tang suits, and the air was filled with an atmosphere that was both solemn and dignified.

The banquet hall on the 36th floor of the building, which is entirely openwork, has been rearranged.

A long Chinese-style rosewood table is arranged along the wall, with a scarlet carpet about ten feet long laid in the center, and three rosewood seats at the end.

The middle seat was empty, with Prince Fu and Prince Bi sitting prominently on either side.

As more and more guests arrived as scheduled, the auspicious time for the banquet drew near.

There are already more than a hundred guests in the hall.

Those who can enter this hall are all people of great importance.

They are either heads of powerful clans or leaders of major organizations.

Even within the Green Gang, only elders are qualified to enter this hall.

"The man in the velvet suit at the head of the table on the left is Godfather Curry of the Mafia, and the man sitting next to him is Bull."

Inside the courtyard, Yingdie quietly introduced herself to Meng Chuan.

Father Nakri looked like a Western pastor, and his face was quite kind.

If Yingdie hadn't told him, who would have thought he was actually the godfather of a notorious mafia group?

As for the bull beside him, it truly lived up to its name.

He was incredibly robust, with a massive and imposing physique that rivaled Schwarzenegger's.

If he were to compete in a bodybuilding competition, he would definitely achieve good results.

"The one opposite Godfather Curry is the deputy head of the number one assassin organization, the Thousand Faces Asura Hall, nicknamed Spider Web. As for the veiled woman next to him, it's not entirely certain whether she is Black Widow, the direct disciple of the Thousand Faces Asura."

Yingdie continued her introduction.

The spider web was also made by Europeans and Americans, but it gave off a somewhat sinister feeling.

As for the woman beside him, she was petite and delicate, and her face was completely obscured.

I don't know if they are Chinese or European/American.

Even if she didn't wear a veil, no one would know who she was.

Because very few people have ever seen her.

Just then, a greeting suddenly came from outside the door:

"The Warburg family, head William, second master Ryan, and Princess Alice have arrived."

The tradition of chanting greetings is now only maintained by the Green Gang.

Both William and Ryan were old acquaintances of Meng Chuan.

They were all dressed to the nines.

As for Alice, who was in the middle of them, she wore a snow-white princess dress.

Wearing a dazzling jewelry necklace, she looked like a princess from a fairy tale.

With her arrival, everyone's attention was inevitably drawn to her.

"She is indeed very beautiful."

Meng Chuan couldn't help but mutter to himself.

However, after saying that, Meng Chuan realized he was wrong.

Because Yingdie was looking at him with a smile.

Praising another woman in front of your own woman is a major taboo.

Although Yingdie didn't say anything, Meng Chuan's survival instinct kicked in, and he quickly changed his tune:

"But no matter how beautiful she is, she doesn't fit my aesthetic. I'm already very satisfied with you and Qian'er."

Meng Chuan put his arm around Ying Die's shoulder and said affectionately.

However, before Yingdie could say anything, the chanting rang out again:

"The Morgan family, the Kennedy family, the Sunkist family, the Kennedy family... here."

These families seemed to have made a pact, and began arriving in droves.

Meng Chuan was quite familiar with some of them.

Although they have never met, they have already clashed many times.

Of course, there are many families that Meng Chuan has only heard of, and even more that he has never heard of.

But one thing is certain.

Those who can be addressed with a greeting are families that hold a pivotal position in the business world.

Even political families like the Kennedys sent representatives to attend.

"The newly emerging nobleman Elon has arrived."

Suddenly, Meng Chuan heard Elon Ma's name.

Elon Ma was seen alone, dressed in formal attire.

“He is currently quite wealthy and has a good reputation in the United States and even the world, so he is qualified to be invited.”

Yingdie explained to Meng Chuan.

Indeed, Elon Ma has recently become a hot commodity in the capital markets following the successful rocket launch.

Most importantly, he is regarded by the public as the prototype of Iron Man.

Their net worth is in the hundreds of billions of US dollars, comparable to that of ordinary wealthy families.

"The Rothschild family, Duke Luca, accompanied by Viscount Joe, has arrived."

Suddenly, the sound of greetings came from outside the door again.

Then, an old man and a young man, both dressed in tailcoats, walked into the hall.

Apart from some of the leaders of the Green Gang, Spider Web and others from the No. 1 Assassin Organization remained seated without moving.

Many other wealthy families and figures, including Godfather Curry, stood up to greet them.

Even emerging noble families like the Morgan family and Elon Ma are no exception.

After all, the Rothschild family enjoys considerable influence in both the business world and the underworld.

"That Duke Luca is Rothschild's second-in-command and the current patriarch's younger brother."

Yingdie began to introduce Meng Chuan in a somewhat cold tone:

"As for that Joe, he is the heir of the Rothschild family, the youngest son of the current patriarch, and he has considerable prestige within the Rothschild family."

Shadow Butterfly had guessed beforehand that Rothschild would definitely send someone.

Moreover, the person who comes must be of high status.

Unexpectedly, it was Duke Luca and Viscount "Joe" who arrived.

"Well done."

A murderous glint flashed in Meng Chuan's eyes.

As the saying goes, enemies are especially hostile when they meet.

But now is not the time for revenge.

Regardless, completing the ceremony and giving Fifth Master a final explanation is the most important thing right now.

When the digital clock on the wall points to ten o'clock.

Prince Fu and Prince Bi, who were sitting firmly in the main seats, stood up at almost the same time.

As the two stood up, the once noisy hall instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Please welcome Fifth Master!"

Prince Fu loudly proclaimed, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

All eyes immediately turned to the carved wooden door leading to the inner hall.

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The door was pushed open, and Fifth Master, accompanied by Elder Hua, slowly walked out.

Meng Chuan was startled when he saw the beaming Fifth Master in the inner courtyard.

Yesterday, Fifth Master was on the verge of death and covered in tubes, but now he seems like a completely different person.

He was wearing a dark blue long gown with Chinese knot buttons, and his hair was neatly combed.

Although his face was somewhat pale, he exuded a vigorous and energetic spirit.

He walked steadily, without even needing Hua Lao's help, and went straight to the head seat.

Everyone present, whether Rothschild or the Mafia, stood up.

Even Spiderweb, representing the Thousand-Faced Asura Palace, dared not be arrogant in front of Fifth Master.

Fifth Master's sharp gaze swept across the entire room, and he spoke in a clear and resonant voice:

"I apologize for keeping you all waiting. Today is the day my young master of the Green Gang holds his ceremony. Thank you all for coming!"

His voice was loud and clear, showing no signs of illness.

Beside Fifth Master, a young man repeated Fifth Master's words in English.

After all, while many people at the event spoke Chinese, there were still some who did not.

For example, the emerging nobility like Elonma.

"Congratulations, Fifth Master, congratulations, Green Gang."

"The Green Gang has informed us that our Warburg family is deeply honored to be invited to such a grand event!"

"I wonder which talented young man will win Fifth Master's favor. I'm really looking forward to it."

Those who spoke were representatives of families of the caliber of Warburg and Rothschild.

No one else even had the right to offer a compliment.

Fifth Master said in a kind voice:

"Please sit down! Let's not waste any more time. Let's begin the ceremony. Please invite the young master to come out!"