Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

"Here you are! Come on up. What are you yelling about so early in the morning?"

Meng Chuan stood in the garden on the second floor, looking annoyed, and shouted to Jiang Zhenyu downstairs.

"I'm here, bro, idol, I'm here."

Upon seeing Meng Chuan, Jiang Zhenyu immediately dared not call him by name anymore.

Outside, he is a Nobel laureate.

In front of Meng Chuan, he was just a handyman.

Because without Meng Chuan, there would be no Nobel Prize for him.

Because Meng Chuan could have won the award alone.

Jiang Zhenyu rushed upstairs like a gust of wind and saw Meng Jixiang wearing a suit.

Of course he knew Meng Jixiang's identity.

Jiang Zhenyu, a superstar with over 80 million followers across the internet, is also a young person who enjoys using Douyin (TikTok).

Upon seeing Meng Jixiang in his formal attire, Jiang Zhenyu's eyes widened instantly:

"Hey? What are you doing dressed like that? Trying to steal my best man spot?"

Meng Jixiang took a step forward with his neck stiffened, almost tearing off the brooch on his chest:

"What do you mean by 'stealing'? This best man position should have been mine all along! I grew up with Brother Chuan, who do you think you are?"

Meng Jixiang also knew Jiang Zhenyu.

After all, Jiang Zhenyu also has a considerable amount of media exposure.

Just by looking at Meng Chuan's hesitant expression, Meng Jixiang knew that his competitor had appeared.

"I am a Nobel laureate."

Jiang Zhenyu pushed up his non-existent glasses and slowly uttered a sentence.

Meng Jixiang was like a cat whose neck had been grabbed, momentarily speechless, and after a long while, he managed to stammer out a sentence:

"I...I have nearly a hundred million followers across the internet! The number of people watching my live stream at the same time...Oh right! I'm live streaming right now! Let the netizens be the judge, should I..."

"What does it matter to me how many fans you have? I'm a Nobel laureate."

Jiang Zhenyu straightened his clothes, facing the camera on Meng Jixiang's chest:

"I just gave a lecture to academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences last month."

"Me! I've won a Golden Melody Award! My albums have sold over ten million copies!"

Meng Jixiang became anxious.

"Coincidentally, I am a Nobel laureate."

Jiang Zhenyu reached out and straightened Meng Chuan's tie, as if to say that the weather was nice today.

Meng Jixiang was so angry that he stomped his feet:

"I've worked with international superstars! I've held concerts at the Bird's Nest! I've been a groomsman..."

"Yes, I am a Nobel laureate."

Jiang Zhenyu's bangs were tossed aside:

"I am currently a postdoctoral fellow, a nationally recognized position."

"you!"

Meng Jixiang pointed at Jiang Zhenyu, speechless for a long time.

Finally, in frustration, he stomped his foot.

"Besides saying that, can you say anything else?"

"I'll even drink for Brother Chuan."

Jiang Zhenyu proudly raised his chin:

"At the last academic conference, I single-handedly drank six professors under the table. Can you compete with my drinking capacity?"

"I……"

Just as Meng Jixiang was about to boast about his achievements at the celebration banquet, Jiang Zhenyu beat him to it.

"What do you mean, 'I'? I'm a Nobel laureate, what did I say?"

Jiang Zhenyu had an arrogant look on his face.

Meng Chuan watched from the sidelines, thoroughly amused. Jiang Zhenyu's lovable antics hadn't changed even now.

Just as Meng Chuan was about to smooth things over, Meng Jixiang suddenly slapped his thigh:

"Fine! You win! But we need two best men, right? I'll be the vice-best man!"

Jiang Zhenyu raised an eyebrow:

"There's no such thing as a deputy best man. Either you be a flower girl and go with Zhili."

"Me, a 1.8-meter-tall superstar, as a flower girl? Why don't you let me be a bridesmaid?"

Meng Jixiang almost jumped up.

"That won't do. I'm a Nobel laureate, and I couldn't date during my studies. Now I'm a postdoctoral fellow and still single. I'm just hoping to be Meng's best man and flirt with the bridesmaids. I have no interest in men."

Jiang Zhenyu also became anxious.

There's no room for negotiation.

Meng Jixiang rolled his eyes at Jiang Zhenyu, then turned and grabbed Meng Chuan's arm:

"Brother! Tell me the truth! I wore a suit and applied Moss for this wedding! It's not too much to ask to be a groomsman, is it?"

"I am a Nobel laureate."

Jiang Zhenyu slowly emphasized his identity from the side.

Meng Jixiang instantly lost his temper, clutching his chest as if about to collapse:

"Okay, okay, you win! Nobel laureates are amazing... oh no, the Nobel Prize is really amazing, my brother is a Nobel laureate too."

Meng Jixiang quickly changed his tune.

Because Meng Chuan and Jiang Zhenyu jointly won the Nobel Prize.

To deny Jiang Zhenyu is to deny Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan couldn't get a word in edgewise in front of these two clowns.

Just then, Zhang Mei's voice suddenly came from downstairs:

"Xiao Chuan! Come down quickly! We have a guest!"

The three of them looked down together.

The first one to enter was Wang Zheng from Pinduoduo.

Alone, carrying a large box, the packaging of which looked like expensive tea and tonics.

Wang Zheng, holding the gifts, looked as if someone was chasing him.

Slightly flustered.

However, everyone quickly understood.

Behind Wang Zheng's Rolls-Royce was a stretched Lincoln.

Zhang Erming got out of the Lincoln.

He was also carrying a large box of things.

"Wang Zheng, you shameless bastard, we agreed to come together, but you ran ahead of me."

Zhang Erming rushed into the courtyard, slightly out of breath.

"Who told you to dawdle? President Meng, where is President Meng? I arrived first, I came to congratulate you."

Wang Zheng entered the courtyard and roared.

"Mr. Meng, don't trust that Wang Zheng guy. He cut me off on the way; I should have been the one who got here first."

Zhang Erming was chasing after him.

These two are celebrities, both big and small.

He's been on quite a few TV interviews.

Judging from the interview, he was dressed like a successful person.

Turns out he's such a goofball in private too.

This left Jiang Zhenyu and Meng Jixiang completely dumbfounded.

"You guys better take it easy. You're not young anymore, don't strain your backs."

Meng Chuan said irritably from upstairs.

Meng Chuan's voice also attracted the attention of the two.

When the two saw Meng Chuan, it was like elementary school students going to the cafeteria with their lunchboxes.

They began to swarm towards the stairwell.

Only then did Meng Jixiang remember that he was still live-streaming. He took out his phone and saw that the chat was already flooded with comments.

[Help! Isn't Jiang Zhenyu the most conspicuous figure among Nobel laureates?]

[Every sentence he says is about being a Nobel laureate; it's like reciting a menu!]

[Hahaha, these two are arguing like they're fighting over cabbage at a market! One's using the Golden Melody Award as a shield, the other's using the Nobel Prize as a sword of Damocles! It's hilarious!]

Just as I was watching, the comments section was suddenly ignited by another scene, and the tone of the discussion took a sharp turn for the worse—

[Holy crap! Isn't that Wang Zheng? The Pinduoduo boss is running like Usain Bolt while carrying a box?!]

[Zhang Erming is even more outrageous! He chased after people in a suit like he was catching a thief, his tie was even crooked—was he afraid of being late with his gift?]

[I get it! The friendship between these big shots is indeed maintained by vying to send each other congratulatory gifts.]

[Wang Zheng was shouting "I was here first," and then Zhang Erming yelled "Cut me off!" Are they really the two people I know?]

[Upstairs, two clowns are arguing over who's the best man; downstairs, two big shots are fighting for the center position. I suggest we just open a 'Meng Chuan Wedding Comedy Show Branch Venue']

Some netizens have already taken screenshots and created comparison images:

On the left is Jiang Zhenyu holding up a sign that reads "Nobel Laureate" with a serious expression.

In the middle is Meng Jixiang, standing with his hands on his hips, looking very pleased with himself, and above his head is the sign: "1.8-meter-tall superstar".

On the right are Wang Zheng and Zhang Erming running frantically while carrying boxes.

The caption read, "On how to make your presence felt at Meng Chuan's wedding: in academia, certificates; in the entertainment industry, money; and in the business world, speed."

What's even worse is that some people are spamming the comments section:

[Meng Jixiang, you should turn off your live stream now! If you keep going, your aloof persona as a Nobel laureate and your elite persona as a billionaire will all crumble on camera!]