Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the bustling city of Harmanton.

The Green Gang Group building, however, was brightly lit.

After dawn, the grand auction organized by Meng Chuan will begin.

The staff are making final preparations for the auction.

Meng Chuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling street below, seemingly lost in thought.

Yingdie's figure appeared silently behind Meng Chuan.

Her all-black outfit accentuated her sharp features, and she bowed slightly.

"Master, as you instructed, we have been monitoring Mr. Fitt's movements around the clock, including his residence, company, and several private clubs he frequents. We have not found any suspicious persons contacting him, nor has anyone mentioned anything related to funds to him."

Although Fate has already submitted to Meng Chuan.

However, Meng Chuan still couldn't completely trust him.

King Bi personally stayed by his side.

However, according to Bi Wang's report, no situation was found!

Meng Chuan turned around, his face showing little surprise.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, picking up the cup of tea on the table and taking a sip.

"Unexpected, yet also reasonable."

"what do you mean?"

Yingdie was somewhat puzzled.

"A person who can possess such a thing as a power ring is definitely not an ordinary person."

Meng Chuan put down his teacup and said matter-of-factly:

"The ring represents inheritance and power. Even if the holder is not a top billionaire, he must have a profound background. Mobilizing a few hundred or tens of millions of dollars should not be difficult for him."

Even martial arts masters need money to operate.

The owner of the power ring should still have access to a considerable amount of funds.

Yingdie frowned slightly:

"But if she really has enough funds, wouldn't our plan fall through?"

The main purpose was not to auction the scepter.

The main concern is whether the person bidding for the scepter is actually the owner of the scepter.

Only by forcing her to borrow money from Fate can her identity be confirmed.

Otherwise, even if she won the bid for the scepter, it wouldn't mean she was the owner of the ring.

A faint smile curved at the corners of Meng Chuan's lips:

"Money has its limits, no matter how much you have. Just because she can mobilize tens of millions of dollars doesn't mean she can easily come up with more."

He looked up at Yingdie, his eyes gleaming.

"What we need to do is raise the price of the scepter to a level that she can no longer afford."

"what do you mean……"

"Arrange for someone to infiltrate the bidding pool."

Meng Chuan spoke with certainty:

"Don't rush to bid. Wait until everyone else's enthusiasm has subsided before gradually increasing the price. Make sure to create a lively atmosphere so that everyone feels this scepter is priceless. I want to put her in a dilemma—giving up would be unbearable; continuing to bid would strain her funds."

Shadow Butterfly immediately understood:

"At that point, she'll have no choice but to ask Fate for help?"

"Yes."

Meng Chuan nodded:

“As soon as she goes to Fate, we can immediately pinpoint her location.”

"I understand, Master."

Yingdie bowed and replied:

"It's just that this person is the one..."

Yingdie was somewhat undecided.

If you just randomly pick an unknown person, it will be easy for people to see that Meng Chuan is behind the scheme.

But it's not easy to find a wealthy person with both influence and enough passion for this scepter.

Meng Chuan smiled mysteriously, whispered something in Ying Die's ear, and then said:

"Go."

Yingdie's eyes lit up, and she quickly left.

Soon, the rising sun slowly ascended.

The area outside the Harmanton headquarters building was already bustling with traffic.

A long line of limited-edition luxury cars stretched from the street corner into the distance, as well-dressed tycoons entered one after another, surrounded by bodyguards.

Among them were elderly European nobles with gray hair.

Dressed in a retro formal suit and holding a walking stick, every move exudes the poise of a century-old family.

There were oil tycoons from the Middle East, wearing traditional headscarves.

He was surrounded by a group of respectful attendants, their eyes gleaming with an air of extravagance.

There were also Wall Street financial tycoons, dressed in suits and ties, with shrewd expressions.

He occasionally whispered to those around him, analyzing the value of today's auction items.

Meng Chuan stood in the lounge on the top floor, watching the scene in the auction hall through the camera.

Bi Wang walked to his side and whispered:

"Master, almost everyone has arrived. Checking the list, Iron-Fisted Anna is indeed here."

Meng Chuan nodded slightly.

Her presence doesn't mean anything.

The Mafia organization is now completely in her hands.

After all, Corey, the godfather, is dead, and the Bulls are nowhere to be found.

Although she has not yet officially announced her succession, she is already a figure of undisputed power.

"Is it her?"

Meng Chuan suddenly pointed to a woman in the surveillance footage and asked Bi Wang a question.

She was a woman wearing a smart white suit.

He was around thirty years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a delicate face, yet he exuded an undeniable aura of strength.

She sat alone in a corner, a glass of red wine in front of her, her eyes calmly looking ahead.

It was as if the noise around her had nothing to do with her.

That's why Meng Chuan spotted her at first glance.

That's because there weren't many women present.

Some of them were just companions of wealthy men, merely supporting characters.

She was the only one who participated in the event in her own name.

"good."

Bi Wang affirmed.

Meng Chuan's lips curled up slightly:

"Have Yingdie keep a close eye on her, don't miss her every move. If possible, monitor her cell phone signal."

"Yes."

King Bi immediately withdrew.

It was soon exactly nine o'clock in the morning.

The auction officially began.

Meng Chuan straightened his Zhongshan suit and walked from the lounge to the auction venue.

He then slowly walked onto the auction stage.

The audience fell silent instantly, and all eyes were on Meng Chuan.

Although many people were seeing this Green Gang leader for the first time.

But legends about him have already spread all over the world.

It's fair to say that many of the wealthy people at the event came specifically to see Meng Chuan, this legendary figure.

"Thank you all for gracing this auction hosted by the Green Gang Group."

Meng Chuan's voice, transmitted through the microphone, resonated throughout the venue, neither humble nor arrogant:

"Today's auction items, as you all know, are all treasures from the Rothschild family collection. I hope you all get what you want, and I also hope these treasures find owners who truly understand them."

After a brief opening statement, the auction officially began.

The first item up for auction was a Renaissance oil painting with a starting bid of five million US dollars.

Soon, people in the audience raised their paddles to bid.

"Six million!"

"Seven million!"

"Ten million!"

The price soared, eventually being auctioned off to a nobleman from Italy for 11 million US dollars.

After a successful start, the atmosphere at the scene became even more enthusiastic.

The next few antique porcelain pieces also fetched astonishing prices at auction.

Each time a sign was raised, it was accompanied by a low gasp of surprise.

Meng Chuan stood on the auction stage, calmly watching everything unfold.

He would occasionally introduce the background of the auction items, his words concise yet to the point.

It always manages to perfectly ignite the enthusiasm of the bidders.

This made even those wealthy people who had previously looked down on him start to put aside their contempt.

This young man from the East possessed an indescribable aura.

He possesses both the domineering presence of a powerful figure in the underworld and the shrewdness of a businessman...