Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The announcement for War VII has just been released on various platforms.

The phrase "a daily reward of 10,000 yuan and a compensation of 1 million yuan for sacrifice" crashed into the boiling public opinion field like a boulder.

The comment section was instantly flooded with a dense barrage of messages.

Some were amazed by Meng Chuan's writing, while countless others typed their words with tears in their eyes.

We don't want money, we just want to contribute! I'm a truck driver, I've been driving long-haul routes for ten years, I know Wuhan well, and I can leave right now!

[I have the Yuzhou gas! Just filled up my truck with gas and am ready to be dispatched anytime! My family is very supportive!]

My dad is a retired driver, and he insisted that I sign him up, saying he missed the SARS outbreak and he absolutely had to make up for it this time!

More and more names are scrolling across the screen.

There are individual drivers, logistics company owners, and even self-employed individuals driving vans.

They're all eagerly waiting for a way to contact them.

Zhan Qi stared at the backend data, his hands trembling. In chaotic times, there is never a shortage of heroes.

Just as we were about to arrange for someone to do the statistics, the glass door of the office was suddenly pushed open.

A group of people in military uniforms walked in with neat steps.

They were all wearing masks, so their faces couldn't be seen.

The leading officer gave Zhan Qi a standard military salute:

"Upon receiving orders from higher command, the entire army was mobilized to support the transportation of medical supplies. We brought two hundred military trucks and three hundred officers and soldiers, ready to be deployed."

Zhan Qi stood frozen in place, as the deafening roar of engines came from outside the window.

He ran to the window and saw that a long line of green military vehicles had formed on the road outside the factory area.

The red star on the front of the car shone brightly in the sunlight.

A soldier wearing a mask stood next to each military vehicle.

His upright figure was like a steel spear.

"Good, good, good! With you all, China has nothing to worry about!"

Zhan Qi said, moved.

Although Zhan Qi grew up abroad.

But at this moment, he truly felt the sense of security that comes from soldiers.

A sense of responsibility from the motherland.

"Here, this is our route. These are all hospitals in urgent need of help. We must ensure we arrive on time."

As he spoke, Zhan Qi immediately began to assign transport routes with the leading officer.

Based on the urgency of the situation, priority will be given to delivering supplies to hospitals in urgent need.

Meanwhile, the military also issued a statement.

One of the sentences was particularly striking.

"Please rest assured, people. Protecting the people is our sacred duty. Soldiers only care about responsibility, not reward."

This is a voice from the motherland, instantly touching the entire internet.

This is the most lovable and reliable group of people.

They are always there whenever the people need them.

In this world, there are no heroes who fall from the sky.

They were just a group of ordinary people in military uniforms, who shielded themselves from all danger.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Xu Jiu leaned against the hospital bed, watching the footage of military vehicles rushing to the rescue on his phone.

Touched, she took out her phone.

Half an hour later, a notice bearing a red seal appeared on the homepage of her company's official website:

"I, Xu Jiu, voluntarily donate 5 million yuan for the transportation and allocation of medical supplies. This donation is entirely at Meng Chuan's discretion and requires no public disclosure."

When it comes to charity, all donations must be made transparently and publicly disclosed.

They may even be subject to regulation.

The reason for this is to prevent people from embezzling the donations or abusing their power for personal gain.

However, in Meng Chuan's case, the phrase "no need for public announcement" represents Xu Jiu's absolute trust in Meng Chuan.

Within ten minutes of the announcement, celebrities in the entertainment industry followed suit.

Some donated their earnings, while others auctioned off their personal belongings.

Even ordinary citizens spontaneously expressed their willingness to donate money to Meng Chuan.

And they all stated that "no public announcement is required".

Because the manpower and resources that Mengchuan has devoted to the fight against the "new pneumonia" are already astronomical figures.

No matter how much money is given to Meng Chuan, it cannot make up for Meng Chuan's personal deficit.

Entrepreneurs are not to be outdone, with real estate tycoons donating their logistics parks as transit hubs.

Internet giants are using their open platforms to support the allocation of computing power and resources.

In an instant, those with money contributed money, and those with strength contributed strength.

Funds flowed into the accounts of Hongda Medical and Hongda Pharmaceutical like snowflakes, with the numbers jumping wildly in the hundreds of millions.

When Meng Chuan received Zhan Qi's report, he was at home watching the video.

Meng Chuan can monitor the production workshops of Hongda Medical and Hongda Pharmaceutical.

Meng Chuan didn't understand the workings of the production workshop, but at least he could check if production was proceeding normally.

Are workers working excessive overtime?

If Meng Chuan discovers that someone has been working for ten consecutive hours, he will force the worker to take a break via video.

At this moment, listening to Zhan Qi's report, it was learned that the accounts of Hongda Medical and Hongda Pharmaceutical had received as much as 10 billion yuan in unexplained funds.

"Close all accounts immediately! Quickly!"

Meng Chuan said urgently.

He was simply fulfilling a social responsibility.

Because he has acquired so much social wealth, he should contribute his efforts.

What kind of future is this?

Are they profiting from the national crisis?

Zhan Qi was stunned:

"Young Master, this is, after all, a token of everyone's goodwill..."

"Except for Xu Jiu's 500 million, all other funds shall be returned to their original source!"

Meng Chuan said firmly:

“Every penny I, Meng Chuan, earn comes from this society. Now that the people are in trouble, it is only right for me to contribute. Tell everyone that there will be enough supplies and enough transportation, and I, Meng Chuan, will bear all the expenses! As long as everyone is at ease and believes in our country and people, we will definitely overcome everything.”

When Meng Chuan's words reached the internet after the battle, it coincided with the trending topic of military vehicles lining up to march out to war.

The two news items collided, and the comment section instantly exploded.

Those passionate words seemed to carry body heat, shining brightly on the screen—

[I cried. General Meng said, "Every penny earned comes from society," and the soldier said, "We only recognize responsibility, not reward." This is the backbone of the Chinese people!]

When it comes to charity, I only believe in Meng Chuan.

[Located in Quanzhou, I just received a shipment of epidemic prevention supplies delivered by a military truck. The soldiers finished unloading and were eating steamed buns by the truck. When I asked if they needed hot water, they waved their hands and said, "No, we're in a hurry." These aren't soldiers, they're our own brothers!]

A deliveryman's comment, accompanied by a selfie, was pushed to the top of the list:

In the photo, he is wearing two masks, and there is a mark from the brim of his hat on his forehead.

Yesterday, when I delivered boxed meals to the makeshift hospital, a nurse bowed to me through the glass and said, "Thank you, sir." At that moment, I felt that every inch of road the wheels had traveled was worthwhile.

The next morning, the Daily's commentary was published on time.

The title was boldly proclaimed: "Ordinary People's Integrity, Backbone of the Nation."

The article states:

When the announcement of "10,000 donations per day" met with soldiers who "would not accept a penny," and when billions in donations met with the insistence on "returning them to their original source," we witnessed the most fundamental values ​​of the Chinese people—in the face of crisis, no one stands idly by. Meng Chuan, with the strength of a company, shouldered social responsibility; soldiers, with their steely bodies, built a solid line of defense for life; and the people, with their every drop of strength, gathered into a mighty river—this is the image of unity and solidarity. The virus may disrupt transportation, but it cannot sever the mutual support of "you protect me, I help you travel." When spring returns, we should remember: it wasn't the virus that retreated on its own, but countless Chinese people who kept it outside our borders.

The article included a composite image:

On the left is a long line of military vehicles, on the right is the production line of Hongda Pharmaceutical, and in the middle is a snapshot of an ordinary citizen handing a mask to a volunteer.

There is a line of smaller print at the bottom:

There are no superheroes, only ordinary people who step forward.