Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

In his office at the Black House, Trump irritably loosened his tie.

He has a mountain of pandemic reports piled up on his desk, and he can't even keep up with them all.

The U.S. military stationed in North Korea has a severe shortage of ventilators.

The masks provided to Japanese and South Korean personnel can only last for 72 hours.

If supplies are not replenished, it could trigger a mutiny among the soldiers.

And what caused even more headaches for Trump were the urgent reports coming from various states—

The screen scrolled through emails from state governors pleading for help, as protests had erupted in New Zealand for three consecutive days.

Tens of thousands of people held signs that read "We want masks" and "Recall the incompetent president" and surrounded the state capitol building.

There has even been a trend of medical staff going on strike at hospitals in Los Angeles.

Without protective suits, they couldn't risk their lives to save others.

"These damn governors, all they do is beg!"

Trump slammed a document marked "urgent" onto the table.

A few drops of cola spilled from the glass:

"Tell them that the federal government is doing its best!"

The chief of staff, standing to the side, handed over the latest procurement list with a grim expression:

“Mr. President, the price in Mengchuan is still 600 times higher. This week we only dared to purchase 100,000 masks and 200 ventilators, which is not enough to distribute. Moreover, the Ministry of Finance just sent a warning that if we continue to buy like this, the special fund for epidemic prevention and control will run out next month.”

"Bottoming out? Then let Congress allocate more funds!"

Trump raised his voice, then, as if remembering something, his eyes flickered as he said:

"By the way, how are things going with the channels in those third-party countries? Any news from Moses?"

After all, Trump is a businessman.

Merchants are best at exploiting loopholes.

Meng Chuan's price to the United States is too high.

Then the only option is to take a roundabout approach and purchase directly from third-party countries.

This is currently the only way that Trump can think of to alleviate the crisis.

"There's been progress."

The chief of staff quickly opened his notebook:

"Moscow has already bought two batches of supplies from Meng Chuan at 10 times the price, totaling 5 million masks and 1,000 ventilators. They are willing to resell them to us at 20 times the price, but they require us to keep it a secret."

A smug look appeared on Trump's face:

"Hmph, there are still some smart people. Tell them we'll take the whole shipment, money is no object! As long as the public sees the supplies, my approval rating will stay stable."

As Trump spoke, his expression turned somewhat unfriendly again:

"Hmph! Moses dares to take advantage of my misfortune and demand 20 times the price. I'll deal with them properly later."

The advisors beside Trump were speechless.

However, he dared not reveal the slightest bit of his feelings in front of Trump.

However, at this moment, Meng Chuan was at home.

Zhan Qi is on the phone with Meng Chuan:

“Young Master, Moses is knowingly committing a crime.”

What Trump didn't know was that the Blood Gang, which was supported by the Shengke family, actually had its headquarters in Mosaic.

Although the United States is also one of the Bloods' strongholds.

However, ever since the Shengkesi family was wiped out by Meng Chuan.

The Blood Gang is leaderless, and most of its main forces have returned to Moses.

After all, this is a paradise for drug dealers.

The Blood Gang has now been infiltrated and controlled by the Green Gang.

Therefore, the methods used by the United States are secretive.

However, the intelligence from Moses had already been intercepted by the Green Gang.

"Don't rush. Once they've completed the transaction and caught them red-handed, we'll announce a 100-fold increase in the import price of all medical supplies to Mosaic, including orders already under contract. All of them will be executed at the new price."

If Trump could think of a solution, how could Meng Chuan not have thought of one?

Following the original historical trajectory, the United States is strangling the country with its chips.

Many domestic mobile phone manufacturers use similar methods to deal with this.

This led the United States to intensify its sanctions.

These are all things that the Chinese have already done. If Trump wants to take this path, how could Meng Chuan not have a way to deal with it?

Perhaps Meng Chuan cannot immediately grasp the United States.

But Meng Chuan knew Moses' situation all too well.

The healthcare system is already fragile, and the number of confirmed cases in the country is surging every day.

Mosaic is currently relying entirely on supplies imported from Mengchuan; if the supply is cut off, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The United States and Mexico completed the deal the very next day.

However, Moses, who made a tenfold profit, hadn't even had a chance to enjoy the money yet.

Meng Chuan then issued another announcement on his social media.

Effective immediately, the import price of medical supplies to Mogok will increase by 100 times.

It was just a short line of text, with no further explanation.

Therefore, many people are completely confused when they see this.

However, only family members know their own affairs.

When the news reached Mosaic City, the president was holding a cabinet meeting.

When the Foreign Minister read out the announcement issued by Meng Chuan with trembling hands, the conference room fell silent instantly.

The head of the Ministry of Health stood up, his face ashen:

“Mr. President, we cannot lose Monchuan's supplies! Currently, 80% of the ventilators in the country are purchased from him. If the price increases by 100 times, our medical budget simply cannot handle it. Moreover, just yesterday three hospitals suspended operations due to a shortage of masks. If this continues…”

"enough!"

The president slammed his hand on the table, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"Those damn Americans! They promised to keep it a secret! Now Meng Chuan definitely knows we're the ones pulling the strings behind the scenes!"

He paced restlessly, then suddenly stopped:

"Arrange it for me immediately. I want to call Meng Chuan myself."

If it weren't for the current epidemic prevention and control period...

He wished he could fly directly to the Dragon Kingdom to find Meng Chuan.

"Mr. Meng Chuan, is there some misunderstanding between us?"

On the phone, the President of Mosaic was very cautious.

He didn't dare sit down at that moment, but stood up to talk to Meng Chuan on the phone.

You know best whether it's a misunderstanding or not.

Meng Chuan said coldly.

Meng Chuan has put it this way; even a fool would know that things have definitely been exposed.

“Mr. Meng Chuan, that was truly a misunderstanding. The resale of those supplies was decided without authorization by our subordinates, and I have dismissed them all. Could you perhaps adjust the prices back? We are willing to compensate for all losses, no matter the amount!”

If Moses' country were stronger, he wouldn't be so humble.

Almost all international trade has now been halted.

Many domestic enterprises are also almost at a standstill.

In this situation, increasing expenditures by 100 times would be like adding fuel to the fire.

Meng Chuan leaned back on the sofa, slowly sipping his tea.

"Misunderstanding? Mr. President, my intelligence department has even intercepted your bank transfer notes, which say 'purchased on behalf of the United States.' Is this a misunderstanding?"

"Business is all about integrity. Is it fair that you take my cheap goods while helping my competitors against me?"

The president turned pale.

He simply laid his cards on the table:

“Mr. Meng Chuan, we have no choice! The United States is threatening us with the trade agreement. If we don’t help them purchase cars, they will impose additional tariffs on our automobiles. You know, the automobile industry is our pillar industry, and we really can’t afford to have anything go wrong.”

"So you're just shifting the blame onto me?"

Meng Chuan put down his teacup, his eyes sharpening:

"Let me make it clear to you, 100 times the price is already giving you room to maneuver. If there is a next time, let alone 100 times, even 600 times would be considered cheap."

Meng Chuan then hung up the phone.