Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Last night was "thrilling" but also exceptionally exciting.

Meng Chuan used the excuse that his mother was working overtime at school to coax Meng Zhili back home.

When his mother isn't available to sleep with him, he prefers to sleep with his grandmother.

However, with Meng Zhili's interference, Meng Chuan and Liu Qian lost all interest in their relationship and had to finish quickly.

The next morning, Meng Chuan had just finished practicing a set of boxing techniques in the courtyard.

Prince Fu's car quietly stopped in front of his house.

Over the years, although Meng Chuan has mastered the art of Qi cultivation, he still has the habit of practicing a set of boxing moves every morning.

However, due to the "new coronavirus pneumonia", Meng Chuan has rarely sparred with Fu Wang or Zhan Qi.

After all, it's not easy for them to meet during the lockdown.

Therefore, Meng Chuan didn't know whether his strength had increased during this period.

Prince Fu, dressed in a long blue robe and carrying an antique wooden box, greeted Meng Chuan with a cupped hand and a smile:

"Young Master is in high spirits. This set of boxing moves is even more powerful than the last time I saw it."

"Perfect timing! How about a push-hands match with me?"

Meng Chuan looked at Prince Fu with great interest.

It's not appropriate for the two of them to really go all out and have a fight at home.

However, it is very suitable for push hands with small movements.

Upon hearing this, Prince Fu laughed heartily and placed the wooden box on the stone table under the eaves.

With a flick of his wide sleeves, he assumed a Tai Chi starting stance:

"If the young master is in such a good mood, this old servant will gladly oblige. However, if I accidentally go too far, please do not blame me for being too heavy-handed."

Meng Chuan lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body standing like a pine tree on the bluestone slab, and he extended his palm forward in a hollow gesture:

"Uncle Fu, please feel free to make your move."

Before he could finish speaking, Prince Fu had already moved closer.

Her right hand coiled around his wrist like a snake, while her left hand secretly held a counterattack to protect her chest.

Meng Chuan neither dodged nor evaded, but suddenly lowered his forearm, using the opponent's force to spin around, his fingertips brushing against Fu Wang's elbow, creating a slight breeze.

Both of them remained still, with only their hands clasped in mid-air.

The moment their palms touched, Meng Chuan felt a dense force surge like a tide, seemingly gentle yet containing immense power.

He grounded his feet, focused his energy in his dantian, and with a twist of his waist and abdomen, he dissipated most of the pushing force.

At the same time, his right hand gripped Fu Wang's pulse point like an iron clamp.

This move, combining strength and gentleness, is a new technique he developed by incorporating military combat skills.

This is what Meng Chuan learned through videos during his time staying at home.

A hint of surprise flashed in Prince Fu's eyes, and his left hand suddenly changed its move.

He transformed his palm into fingers and lightly tapped Meng Chuan's wrist.

Meng Chuan felt a tingling numbness in his forearm and quickly withdrew his hand, taking half a step back. Faint red marks had appeared on his fingertips.

"Uncle Fu's 'dislocating tendons and bones' technique has become increasingly refined."

He flicked his wrist, his eyes gleaming with even stronger fighting spirit.

"The young master has actually learned to 'learn from others's strengths and make up for his own weaknesses,' which is a true transformation."

Prince Fu chuckled softly, rolling up his sleeves.

Back then, Meng Chuan could only be beaten by Prince Fu.

Now he's on par with him.

Meng Chuan's growth far exceeded Prince Fu's expectations.

This also left Prince Fu with many feelings.

Indeed, when faced with talent, hard work is truly worthless.

Just as the two were still eager to try their luck, Zhang Mei suddenly came out.

The two quickly stopped.

"Has Mr. Fu arrived? Have you had breakfast?"

Zhang Mei had already seen Prince Fu in a video.

At that time, Meng Chuan was at Haihu Manor, and Prince Fu even knelt down in front of Meng Chuan and called him Young Master.

Later, after Meng Chuan returned to his hometown to develop his career, Prince Fu visited his home several times.

Although Prince Fu treated Meng Chuan and Meng Chuan's parents with utmost respect.

But Zhang Mei dared not presume upon Prince Fu.

After all, Prince Fu is already over sixty years old.

He's older than her.

She could only choose to discuss things separately with her son.

"Madam, you're too kind. I was just..."

"Come on! Let's eat and chat."

Prince Fu was about to refuse.

But Meng Chuan interrupted him.

How could Prince Fu dare to refuse the young master's order?

Meanwhile, in the restaurant, Liu Qian, dressed elegantly, was feeding Meng Zhili breakfast.

Meng Jianguo got drunk last night and hasn't gotten out of bed yet.

"Young Madam, Young Master."

As soon as Prince Fu entered, he respectfully addressed Liu Qian and Meng Zhili.

"Grandpa Fu, come and have breakfast! My mom made soy milk, it's so delicious."

Meng Zhili and Prince Fu were also very familiar with each other, and Meng immediately greeted him warmly.

Because after Meng Zhili turned three, Meng Chuan took him to the Green Gang headquarters several times.

This was also something that Prince Fu strongly requested.

Because Meng Chuan is a martial arts prodigy unseen for a thousand years.

Prince Fu was eager to know whether Meng Chuan's son would inherit Meng Chuan's talent.

If Meng Zhili could be like Meng Chuan, oh no! Even just half as good.

As long as Meng Zhili lays a solid foundation from a young age.

The Green Gang will surely gain another formidable general in the future.

As it turned out, Meng Zhili did have some talent.

But it's definitely not as exaggerated as Meng Chuan's.

Moreover, the child is still young and it is difficult for him to sit still and concentrate on meditation.

He can only begin systematic training in his specific talents after he turns six.

Only then can it be truly identified.

Of course, Liu Qian's approval is still required for this.

"Thank you, young master, thank you, young mistress."

Prince Fu expressed his gratitude once again.

"You're welcome, please have a seat."

Liu Qian hurriedly got up and even personally served Prince Fu a bowl.

Prince Fu accepted it with trepidation.

Although Liu Qian did not know the specific identity of Prince Fu.

But apart from Meng Chuan, everyone had to bow to him, including Ye Xiao, his "personal bodyguard".

This shows the extent of Prince Fu's status in the Green Gang.

"You guys take your time eating, I'll take the kids out for a walk."

After Prince Fu sat down, Liu Qian immediately made an excuse and left with her child.

Because Liu Qian knew that Prince Fu would never visit without a reason.

Considering Meng Chuan's absent-mindedness last night, Liu Qian could guess that Prince Fu and Meng Chuan must have something to discuss.

It's definitely not appropriate for a woman like her to be here.

"Young Master, may I ask why you summoned this old servant here?"

Prince Fu took a sip of soy milk and asked the question.

“King Bi has exposed Rothschild’s true colors.”

As Meng Chuan spoke, he placed his phone in front of Prince Fu.

Then he ate his breakfast by himself.

Prince Fu took the phone, and his pupils dilated when he saw the information on it.

The further he looked, the more alarmed he became.

Once these shady accounts are exposed, they will surely cause global upheaval.

Because this involves more than half of the countries.

Many of them are high-ranking generals or key figures in those countries.

They include politicians and businessmen, as well as many well-known so-called scientists.

These announcements will undoubtedly provoke public outrage.

At least tens of thousands of high-ranking officials in countries around the world have lost their jobs.

Even presidents and prime ministers have to resign when faced with public outrage.

They might even end up in jail.

Will these powerful figures who lost their jobs as a result let Rothschild off the hook?

"Young Master, be careful! If this matter is not handled properly, even our Green Gang will suffer a severe blow!"

"So I'd like to hear your opinion!"

"I……"