Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

As Meng Chuan led Liu Qian and Zhi Li through the courtyard gate, Zhang Mei greeted them, wiping her apron in her hand.

"You're back so late? Is Zhili tired?"

Meng Chuan handed Zhili, who was dozing off on his shoulder, to Zhang Mei.

Turning to look at Meng Jianguo, who was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard smoking, I took a deep breath and said:

"Dad, Mom, Liu Qian and I are planning to have a wedding."

"What?"

Zhang Mei nearly dropped the child she was holding, her eyes widening in surprise:

"A wedding? Really?"

Meng Jianguo also stubbed out his cigarette, leaned forward, and stared intently at Meng Chuan.

"real."

Liu Qian blushed and nodded, but her eyes were full of happiness.

"Okay! Okay!"

Zhang Mei rubbed her hands together excitedly:

“I knew it! Getting the marriage certificate isn’t the end of it. We have to have a grand wedding! Zhili is already over three years old. It’s time to let him see what his parents’ wedding looks like.”

The wedding was Zhang Mei's obsession.

They haven't moved into their house yet, even though it's been built for many years, because they're waiting for Meng Chuan's wedding.

Liu Qian never said anything about this.

But Zhang Mei kept nagging about it.

In her mind, not holding a wedding ceremony was, after all, improper and unjust.

Meng Jianguo stood up, paced around the room a couple of times, and suddenly slapped his thigh:

"Have you chosen a date yet? We need to find a knowledgeable fortune teller to take a look and pick an auspicious day."

"Not yet, I was thinking of discussing it with you two."

Meng Chuan said.

Meng Chuan dared not make such a big decision as getting married on his own.

Of all things under heaven, parents are the greatest.

"Okay, I'll take care of it!"

As he spoke, Meng Jianguo pulled out his phone and quickly swiped through his contacts:

“I know an old gentleman in town who specializes in daily divination. Last year, he calculated auspicious dates for the son of Secretary Wang in the county, and everything went smoothly.”

The phone was dialed as soon as he finished speaking, and was answered after only a couple of rings.

Meng Jianguo spoke loudly into the phone:

"Old Li, it's me, Meng Jianguo! It's urgent! My son is getting married, and I need you to pick a good date for him right now, within the last two months, the more auspicious the better!"

After saying something over the phone, Meng Jianguo gave Meng Chuan and Liu Qian their birth dates and times.

Then he repeatedly replied with "Okay" and "Thank you for your help."

After hanging up the phone, he said to Meng Chuan:

"Old Li said he'd take a look right away, and told us to wait half an hour."

During that half hour, Zhang Mei couldn't sit still, and kept talking about getting new fabric to make a wedding dress for Liu Qian.

A moment later, she said she would inform the relatives in advance, and even thought of making flower girl dresses for Zhili.

Meng Jianguo then pulled out a small notebook and began to think about who to invite, muttering to himself:

“Your Uncle Wang’s family will definitely be coming, as will your great-aunt… By the way, I know the owner of the restaurant in town, so we need to book the venue in advance.”

Seeing the two elders busy at work, Meng Chuan and Liu Qian both smiled.

Perhaps this is the meaning of life.

Not long after, Meng Jianguo's phone rang.

He answered the phone, listened for a few moments, and then his face lit up with a smile.

"May 20th? Great! That's the date!"

After hanging up the phone, he waved his phone at Meng Chuan and Liu Qian:

"Old Li said May 20th is the best auspicious day, and it's a Saturday, so the date couldn't be better!"

"May 20th..."

Liu Qian muttered to herself, then suddenly realized:

"520 sounds like 'I love you' in Chinese."

Meng Chuan also smiled:

"This is a good day, let's go with it."

After that, the news that Meng Chuan was going to have a wedding spread throughout the village.

Zhang Mei has a mouth that talks about everything to everyone she meets.

There was no other way; Meng Chuan was her only son.

She had been looking forward to this day for most of her life.

After that, the news that Meng Chuan was getting married caused a sensation online.

The incident began when Meng Jixiang was live-streaming one evening, and a fan asked him if he had any new songs recently. He casually mentioned it:

"The new song will have to wait. My best brother is getting married, and I'll be busy arranging his wedding during this time."

As soon as these words were spoken, the live chat exploded with comments.

"Your best brother? Could it be Meng Chuan?"

"Is the internet's heartthrob getting married? Who's his bride-to-be?"

"Meng Jixiang, explain yourself clearly, is it Meng Chuan or not!"

Meng Jixiang didn't admit it directly, but his ambiguous manner only confirmed the speculation.

In less than half an hour, the hashtag for Meng Chuan's wedding topped the trending searches.

The next morning, Meng Chuan was woken up by his phone vibrating.

Meng Chuan is used to sleeping on vibrate mode.

What she feared was waking her son, Meng Zhili.

The vibration was so strong that it woke Meng Chuan up, which shows that his phone had been vibrating incessantly.

Meng Chuan picked it up in a daze and saw that the screen was covered with missed calls and messages.

The first one is Zhang Erming from Douyin.

Meng Chuan hadn't even had time to figure out who was below him.

Zhang Erming called again.

"Mr. Meng! You're getting married? Is it true?"

Zhang Erming's booming voice almost leaped out of the receiver:

"You absolutely have to invite me! If you don't have a venue, I'll find one for you. I'll give you the highest level of live streaming privileges, so the whole country can watch you get married!"

"How do you know it?"

Meng Chuan asked in surprise.

Meng Chuan wanted to give Liu Qian a lavish wedding.

But I really didn't expect it to cause such a sensation.

Just invite some relatives and friends over to make it lively.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Erming, who was far away in Beijing, already knew about it.

"You didn't know? This is trending on social media!"

Zhang Erming said.

Meng Chuan looked completely bewildered.

Meng Chuan had just hung up the phone with Zhang Erming and was about to check the trending topics!

Wang Zheng from Pinduoduo called again, his voice full of excitement:

"Congratulations! Have you set a date yet? I've prepared a big gift for you, I'll definitely be there!"

Wang Zheng doesn't need Meng Chuan to invite him.

They didn't even ask if Meng Chuan was telling the truth.

He then took the initiative to send himself an "invitation".

"Still early!"

Meng Chuan said, somewhat speechless.

How did this become known to the whole world?

Because that happened two months later.

Meng Chuan hasn't even notified his relatives yet!

As a result, the whole world found out.

For the rest of the day, Meng Chuan's phone never stopped ringing.

Professor Zuo Silan from the School of Economics at Shanghai University called.

Both requests came uninvited.

He was once Meng Chuan's guide on his path of learning.

Even the Nobel Prize in Economics was awarded to the dean she translated; could Meng Chuan refuse?

Then there's Zheng Muchen of Meng Po Guild, Xu Jiu of Xu Jiu Capital, and Zheng Donglai.

The county seat of Wu County, along with a group of department heads, all called to offer their congratulations, their voices full of enthusiasm, saying that no matter how busy they were, they would make time to attend.

What surprised Meng Chuan the most was William of the Warburg family.

On the other end of the phone, William's voice carried a clear sense of disappointment:

"Meng Chuan, congratulations. But... Alice wasn't in a good mood after hearing the news."

The words had barely left her lips when Alice's suppressed sobs came through the phone, broken and intermittent:

“Meng Chuan…why…didn’t you wait for me…”

Meng Chuan held his phone, unsure of what to say.

He knew Alice's thoughts and was also aware of her family's considerations.

But feelings can never be calculated.

"I'm sorry, Alice."

That was all Meng Chuan could say.

After hanging up with Alice, Huo Wanxi called immediately.

A former schoolmate, now a top-tier actress, her voice tinged with undisguised sadness:

"Meng Chuan, I heard you're getting married... Congratulations. Whether you invite me or not, I'll be there, as if to... send you off on your final journey."

Meng Chuan almost vomited blood.

What does it mean to send someone off on their final journey?

If it weren't for the fact that this young lady is now a top-tier actress...

Meng Chuan really wanted to say something to her.

The last call came from Jiang Zhenyu.

The moment the call connected, his booming voice filled the air with curses:

"Meng Chuan, you bastard! You didn't even tell me about such a big thing as your wedding? We're brothers who won the Nobel Prize together! If you dare not invite me, I'll bring my Nobel Prize certificate and smash up your wedding venue!"