Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The next morning, Meng Chuan convened an emergency meeting.

They also connected with Mr. Ye, who was in Shanghai.

This is a video conference held by all the top executives of Hongda Medical and Hongda Pharmaceutical.

At the meeting, Meng Chuan handed over the core affairs of Hongda Medical and Hongda Pharmaceutical to several trusted deputies.

In particular, the progress of the meltblown fabric production line, protective clothing production capacity, and antiviral drugs was emphasized to General Manager Ye.

Although Hongda Medical Supplies currently has an overcapacity.

But Meng Chuan still insisted on expansion.

This caused Mr. Ye great distress.

However, Meng Chuan did not give President Ye a chance to speak, emphasizing:

"In the coming period, please take care of the company's affairs. I will take a look at the reports remotely every day, but you don't need to ask me for instructions on specific operations."

His tone left no room for argument, forcing General Manager Ye and his deputies, who had originally intended to persuade him, to swallow their words.

After further distributing the detailed work in more detail.

Meng Chuan then went home.

This is the first time in almost a year that Meng Chuan has returned home at midday.

At this moment, Meng Jianguo was tending to the flowers and plants in the yard, while Zhang Mei was preparing lunch in the kitchen.

Ever since Meng Chuan gave his father, Meng Jianguo, 100 million yuan as pocket money.

Over the years, Meng Jianguo has gradually learned to enjoy life.

Or more accurately, he began to feign refinement.

I've come to like some flowers, plants, and calligraphy/paintings.

He began to live the life of a wealthy man that he had once scorned.

The elderly couple were taken aback when they saw Meng Chuan return at this time.

"not going to work today?"

Zhang Mei walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands, her eyes full of doubt.

"Dad, Mom, I'll stay home for a while."

Meng Chuan walked over and took the vegetable basket from Zhang Mei's hands:

"Mom! I'll help you cook."

Meng Chuan hasn't cooked in a long time.

Meng Chuan's unusual behavior surprised and flattered Zhang Mei and Meng Jianguo.

Zhang Mei even thought that Meng Chuan and Liu Qian had a conflict, and she tried to find out more by hinting at it.

In the days that followed, Meng Chuan completely changed.

The workaholic who used to spend all his time at the company now appears at the dining table at home every day without fail.

In the evening, I played ball with Meng Zhili in the yard.

When Liu Qian got home from get off work, she would always see Meng Chuan wearing an apron, helping Zhang Mei in the kitchen.

Or sit on the sofa and read picture books to Zhili.

The glow of the setting sun fell upon them, creating a scene as warm and inviting as a painting.

The changes don’t stop there.

A week later, several heavy trucks rumbled into the village and parked outside Meng Chuan's house.

The workers carried steel bars, insulation boards, and refrigeration equipment into the basement.

"Xiao Chuan, what are you doing all this time?"

Meng Jianguo stood at the basement entrance, watching the workers build walls inside, his brows furrowed in worry.

"Why dig such a big commotion in a perfectly good basement?"

"Dad, I want to convert the basement into a storage room to store some things."

Meng Chuan was checking the equipment list and replied without looking up.

"Storage room? We don't have that much stuff to store."

Zhang Mei also came over, looking at the "200 square meters" marked on the blueprint, and clicked her tongue in distress:

"How much money will this cost? You shouldn't spend money like this!"

Meng Chuan put down the list, put his hand on Zhang Mei's shoulder, and said softly:

"Mom, this money is worth spending. We'll need it later."

"What good would it do?"

Zhang Mei said with dissatisfaction:

"Store grain? Our granary is full enough. Store furniture? Isn't our house big enough?"

When Liu Qian returned home from get off work, she was also surprised to see the scene in the yard.

Meng Chuan pulled her aside and briefly explained his plans.

"I just want to store more things, just in case."

Meng Chuan didn't mention the pandemic, only vaguely saying, "There might be special circumstances."

Liu Qian looked at the seriousness in his eyes and remained silent for a moment.

She knew Meng Chuan; he was never an impulsive person.

Although I think this is an exaggeration.

But looking at his unusually relaxed demeanor these days, and the tenderness in his eyes when he was with Zhili.

Liu Qian didn't say anything more in the end.

Who can blame Meng Chuan for being rich?

Even if you spend it all, you could never spend it all in a hundred lifetimes.

Say whatever you want!

In the days that followed, Liu Qian indeed turned down many unnecessary social engagements and work.

Try to get home on time.

Sometimes she would sit at the basement door with her lesson plans, holding her son, watching Meng Chuan watch the workers adjust the refrigeration equipment.

Meng Jianguo complained about the waste, but he would quietly brew a large pot of tea and hand it to the workers during their breaks.

The construction of the freezer progressed rapidly under Meng Chuan's personal supervision.

Two weeks later, a giant freezer with a constant temperature of -18 degrees Celsius and clearly defined zones was finally completed.

Standing inside, feeling the chill that rushed towards him, Meng Chuan felt a little more at ease.

That evening after dinner, Meng Chuan held Liu Qian's hand.

Zhili sat on his shoulders, and the family of three strolled along the path at the entrance of the village.

The evening breeze carried the scent of wheat, and frogs croaked in the distant rice paddies.

"Zhili, look how bright the stars are in the sky!"

Meng Chuan pointed to the night sky and teased the child in his arms.

"Bright!"

Meng Zhili clapped her hands:

"Daddy, do the stars sleep?"

"When Zhili falls asleep, Xingxing will close her eyes."

Liu Qian smiled and helped the child adjust his collar, then turned to look at Meng Chuan:

"Having been staying at home lately, do you feel it's much easier than going to work?"

Meng Chuan didn't reply, but suddenly stopped and turned to look at Liu Qian seriously.

The streetlights illuminated her gentle profile, her eyes reflecting starlight and his shadow.

"Liu Qian".

He took a deep breath, his voice exceptionally clear in the night:

"Let's get married."

Liu Qian froze, her steps instinctively halting as she looked up in disbelief.

She and Meng Chuan went from being teacher and student in their senior year of high school to falling in love and eventually getting married in secret.

Yes, Meng Chuan reached the legal age last year.

Then they went to get their marriage certificate.

However, Meng Chuan has been busy all year, so she hasn't urged him to come.

But this sudden marriage proposal still startled her.

"You...what did you say?"

Her voice trembled slightly, and her hand unconsciously tightened its grip on Meng Chuan's hand.

"I said, let's have a wedding."

Meng Chuan looked into her eyes and repeated, word by word:

"Let's pick a good day within the next two months."

"Why so sudden?"

Liu Qian's eyes slowly reddened, filled with surprise and doubt.

Meng Chuan said softly:

"I have some free time now!"

Meng Chuan didn't go into details about the pandemic, but simply reached out to brush a stray hair from Liu Qian's cheek.

If they don't accept the offer now, it will be almost impossible for them to hold a decent wedding when the pandemic hits.

Towards the end of the year, even in rural areas, weddings cannot exceed six tables.

"I want to give you a proper wedding, I want Zhili to see us standing together, and I want my parents to see you in your wedding dress as soon as possible."

Meng Chuan said gently to Liu Qian.

Zhili seemed to understand the word "marriage".

Still half asleep, she raised her little hand:

"We're getting married! The wedding banquet is here! And according to custom, we should have a big cake!"

Liu Qian was amused by her son, but tears streamed down her cheeks.

Looking at the seriousness and urgency in Meng Chuan's eyes, she suddenly understood something.

Meng Chuan has been behaving very strangely lately.

The company expanded rapidly, actively producing medicines and medical supplies.

There was also that huge freezer, and the occasional worry that Meng Chuan showed.

Perhaps there are reasons she doesn't know.

But at this moment, none of that matters anymore.

She nodded vigorously, her voice choked with emotion, yet incredibly clear:

"Okay, let's get married."

The evening breeze rustled through the rice paddies, as if offering blessings to the belated newlyweds.

Meng Chuan held Liu Qian and Zhi Li tightly in his arms, looking up at the starry sky. No one knew what Meng Chuan was thinking at that moment!