Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

While Meng Chuan was worried about whether Trump could withstand the immense pressure.

At this time, the US Congress was also embroiled in a heated debate over this matter.

It concerns the transfer of Rothschild family assets to Meng Chuan.

The members of parliament sat solemnly in their seats, and the air in the meeting room seemed to freeze.

A senior legislator was the first to stand up, his expression serious and his voice clearly showing dissatisfaction:

"Mr. President, we must make our stance clear on this matter! The Rothschild family controls numerous key industries, many of which are related to our national security. To transfer all of these assets to a foreigner is utterly absurd!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of agreement arose from the crowd.

Another member of parliament from the same party as Trump also stood up, his eyes filled with worry:

"Mr. President, I understand that the national treasury is under pressure right now, but of these 50 trillion dollars in assets, 20 trillion goes into the treasury, while the remaining 30 trillion goes into Trump's pocket. This is undoubtedly causing 30 trillion dollars of wealth to evaporate from American society out of thin air! The impact on our national economy is immeasurable!"

His words struck like a hammer blow, resonating with everyone present.

Immediately, dissenting voices rose and fell, like a surging tide that almost overwhelmed the entire conference room.

Some of these lawmakers were motivated by considerations of national interests, while others were worried about the potential loss of their own interests.

After all, if this wealth were to go directly into the US treasury, they wouldn't get any benefit from it.

However, Trump, seated calmly in the main seat, listened quietly to everyone's remarks before slowly rising to his feet, his gaze sweeping across the room with piercing intensity.

"Gentlemen! Every word you utter is pushing the United States toward bankruptcy!"

Trump's aura is fully unleashed:

"Fifty trillion! That's no small number—believe me, no one understands numbers better than me! Twenty trillion of that goes directly into the national treasury, and yet you're all here crying and wailing?"

A member of parliament wearing gold-rimmed glasses was about to speak when Trump raised his hand to interrupt him:

"Shut up, Nancy! Let me finish! You lot don't have policies in your heads, you only have votes! You only have the checks that lobbying groups shove into your heads!"

The air in the conference room froze instantly.

Because they all know that Trump is unlike any previous president.

"As for national security?"

Trump suddenly sneered, pulled a stack of documents from his suit pocket, and threw them on the table, scattering the papers all over the floor.

"Those lousy Rothschild factories and rotten banks have long been emptied out by those Wall Street swindlers! What do you think they still have? Nuclear bomb codes? Don't be ridiculous! Whether Meng Chuan takes them or not, these things will be divided up by the Morgan kids sooner or later—they donated a lot of campaign funds to you, didn't they?"

The King has absolutely no subtlety.

Directly unleash full firepower:

"Thirty trillion into Meng Chuan's pocket? That's better than it going into the Swiss bank accounts of those old nobles in Europe! Do you know how big the fiscal deficit is right now? Two trillion! If we wait another six months, we won't even be able to pay our military expenses—then China and Russia will laugh at us, and you'll be satisfied?"

A legislator from the Rust Belt attempted to defend himself:

"Mr. President, the people will not accept foreigners taking it..."

"The people? The people are barely able to afford gasoline now!"

Trump whirled around, placed his hands on his desk, and leaned forward like a bull poised to pounce.

"Let me tell you what people want—they want jobs! They want tax cuts! They want us to give them money every month!"

"If our finances can secure those twenty trillion dollars, it would be enough to allow every American to go home with $10,000 every year—believe me, that's a hundred times more reliable than your 'Green New Deal'!"

Many people were left red-faced and embarrassed by Trump's criticism.

But Trump raised his voice again, startling even his secretary in the hallway.

"You're objecting? Because the money won't end up in your pockets! Because the lobbying firm hasn't given you new instructions! But let me tell you—"

Trump slammed his hand on the table:

"I'll sign this executive order today! Anyone who tries to stop me is an enemy of the United States!"

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and signed his name in a flamboyant manner on the prepared document. The sound of the pen tip cutting through the paper was particularly jarring in the quiet conference room.

The King is really going all out.

Because he absolutely needs to get those 20 trillion.

Only then can they possibly win the final votes.

As Meng Chuan said, if he can't become president.

What would the troubles that followed have to do with him?

"King, this is dictatorship. You will be impeached, removed from office, and sent to prison."

Members of parliament from opposing parties began to roar in protest.

But Trump remained completely unfazed.

"Impeach me? You just wait and see!"

Trump threw his pen on the table, stood up, and said:

"I'm going to give a speech in Pennsylvania tonight! The coal miners and steelworkers will cheer for me—they know who pays them, not a bunch of useless wimps like you who just shout slogans!"

With that, Trump strode out of the conference room, the door closing behind him, leaving behind a room full of bewildered congressmen.

Three hours later, at a campaign rally in Pittsburgh, Trump stood on a stage made from a truck, waving a copy of the presidential order to tens of thousands of people.

The setting sun cast a long shadow over him, and his voice carried throughout the square through the loudspeakers:

“My friends! Those Washington elites say we can’t give you money—they’re wrong!”

A deafening cheer erupted from the audience, and someone held up a sign that read "10K FOR EVERYONE".

"I assure you, if I am re-elected, your accounts will have an extra $10,000 by the early morning of the day after the announcement! This is not charity, it is what you deserve!"

It has to be said that Trump really understands human nature.

If the government can truly generate 20 trillion in tax revenue.

Even if each person receives $10,000, that would only amount to around 3 trillion.

Trump can afford to pay this amount.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted excitedly:

"We believe you!"

Trump immediately pointed at the man, his smile stretching to his ears:

"See that? This is what a real American is like! Unlike those liars in Congress who just say 'impossible'—but I'm telling you, in America, nothing is impossible!"

Polls that night showed that Trump's support in swing states surged by seven percentage points.

Meanwhile, members of Congress were still meeting overnight, with some proposing to initiate impeachment proceedings and others drafting statements of opposition.

But many more people are secretly calculating:

If $10,000 were actually distributed, how many more votes would I get in my district?

The final result was...

If they oppose Mongols inheriting the throne, it means they oppose giving money to Americans.

In reality, the public doesn't care who the president is.

Rather, it's about who can bring tangible benefits to the people.

In other words, if their party members continue to oppose it.

That would likely provoke public outrage, lose public support, and lose votes.

Then, Trump will really have to be re-elected.

Therefore, the old man, with a gloomy expression, said to his campaign team in front of him:

“Although we all know that the harm outweighs the benefits, if we want to win votes, we must also promise to give money. However, without 20 trillion in tax revenue, we cannot afford to give money.”

Old Baitou said helplessly:

"Therefore, if we want to win, we must also promise Meng Chuan that he will inherit the throne. Only then will I have the confidence to promise the people that I will give them money."

Everyone present fell silent...