Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Meng Chuan was drinking, and he also wanted to beat Meng Chuan.

Old Huang is definitely overthinking it.

With Meng Chuan's current level of ancient martial arts cultivation, alcohol has little effect on him.

They drank until late at night, and Meng Chuan's expression remained normal, but Old Huang had already been carried back by the driver he brought with him.

However, Meng Chuan did indeed enjoy the drinks today.

Because the tunnel boring machine issue has been resolved.

After seeing Elder Huang off, Meng Chuan immediately went to his study.

He turned on his personal computer and called Yingdie.

Yingdie was too impatient.

Because she also knew about the observers, she was even more eager to resolve the issue of the tunnel boring machine.

That's when the relevant authorities discovered it.

Of course, the intelligence agencies of the Dragon Kingdom are quite capable.

Meng Chuan never doubted this.

Meng Chuan and Ying Die talked for a long time.

The issue of spare parts has now been perfectly resolved.

However, Meng Chuan thought that since it was supposed to be research and development, he had to make it look like it was.

Therefore, Meng Chuan had Ying Die establish a tunnel boring machine R&D center in the City of Entrepreneurship.

It exists as a startup.

This way, we can legitimately pursue the development of parts and do so without any pretext.

Besides being able to deceive people, they might actually be able to figure out some tunnel boring machine technology suitable for the Martian environment.

Earth's tunnel boring machines may not work well in the soft Martian soil; if we really want to develop them, we must adapt to local conditions.

After ending his call with Yingdie, Meng Chuan remained seated quietly in his study.

The tunnel boring machine issue has been resolved, but the observer's suggestion remains on my mind.

Over the next few days, Meng Chuan spent time with his family while pondering the matter repeatedly.

Observers need data on "civilization development", "social structure", "cosmic understanding", and so on.

These things are simple in some ways, but complex in others, they touch upon the very foundations of civilization.

Providing data directly? That's too general, and observers might not be satisfied.

Giving us references? That seems less "lively" or lacks sincerity.

Meng Chuan even considered whether he should find some historians and sociologists to organize the data.

But then I thought it was inappropriate—observers want "sharing," and if there's a layer between them, their requirements might not be met.

"It's best to let them see for themselves."

Meng Chuan thought to himself.

Since the observer is the "recorder," what they observe firsthand is certainly more valuable than secondhand information.

Who should we send?

Ordinary people wouldn't be able to do this; if the existence of the observer were revealed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

own people?

He couldn't bear to part with either his brothers from the Green Gang or the assassins from the Thousand-Faced Asura Hall.

These people are his foundation; he can't take this risk.

“We need to find some… insignificant people who can represent the ‘sample’.”

Meng Chuan's gaze darkened.

The observers want data on civilizations, not specific individuals.

If we can find some people with complex backgrounds and marginal identities, we can both meet the observer's needs and minimize the risks...

Meng Chuan thought of Deadpool.

Those tools kept by conglomerates, without any identity, only knowing how to kill.

Their very existence carries the gray marks of society.

Their personalities and behavioral patterns are also "unique" enough to make them perfect "samples".

Moreover, once such a person disappears, no one will investigate further.

Meng Chuan only stopped thinking when Liu Qian brought in a bowl of hangover soup.

Meng Chuan wasn't actually drunk, but Liu Qian was still very worried about him.

……

The next day, Meng Chuan personally drove to the underground headquarters of Fuxing University.

The headquarters remained heavily guarded. After passing through layers of hidden doors, Meng Chuan entered the council hall.

Prince Fu is looking at a report.

"Boss."

Prince Fu rose and bowed, his gaze falling on his face:

You look like you have something on your mind!

"I do need to speak with you."

Meng Chuan sat down and got straight to the point:

"I need a few people, alive. Preferably... Deadpool."

Prince Fu was taken aback:

"Deadpool? What does the troupe leader want to do?"

While the Green Gang does train Deadpool, it's mostly for carrying out extreme missions.

Meng Chuan's sudden request for this left him somewhat bewildered.

"Don't worry about its purpose."

Meng Chuan did not want to reveal the observer's identity:

"Ideally, they should be kept by American conglomerates. Is it possible to capture them alive?"

Prince Fu frowned. He didn't want to use his own, but wanted to capture someone else alive. He knew without a doubt that this assassin wouldn't survive in Meng Chuan's hands.

"Capturing Deadpool alive is not easy. Those people are all outlaws; they either complete their mission or die. There are very few survivors."

Prince Fu pondered for a moment, then suddenly said:

"However... we have a prison company in the United States. As you know, most prisons in the United States are privately contracted, and our Green Gang Group is considered a considerable oligarch in the private prison sector in the United States."

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow:

"what do you mean……"

"There are quite a few death row inmates inside."

Prince Fu looked up at him:

"Drug dealers, gangsters, and even some are pawns discarded by conglomerates."

"Among these people, quite a few are skilled and ruthless."

"If we just need a 'living sample,' it doesn't necessarily have to be Deadpool. Finding a few heinous death row inmates that nobody would bother with is much easier than catching Deadpool."

Meng Chuan suddenly understood.

Yes, death row inmates!

These people have been abandoned by society.

Even if they disappear, it will only be considered as "serving their full sentence" or "an accident in prison".

Moreover, their diverse experiences and personalities perfectly reflect different aspects of society, making them more valuable "samples" than a single Deadpool.

"That's it."

Meng Chuan slapped the table:

"Have someone investigate, pick a few with complicated backgrounds, preferably those who know a bit about combat and have some brains. But they can't be researchers. Make sure they're clean and don't leave any loose ends."

Meng Chuan was still wary of the observers.

Sincerity is essential to gain the observer's satisfaction.

But we can't let them know too much about humans.

Meng Chuan always felt that these observers had ulterior motives.

It's definitely not as simple as just observation.

But regardless of whether it is true or not, it's always good to have a backup plan.

"clear."

Prince Fu nodded:

"I'll contact the person in charge in the US right away. I should get back to you in about a week."

With this major concern resolved, Meng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He got up and walked to the window, looking at his disciples sweating profusely in the training ground at headquarters.

My gaze fell on a familiar figure in the corner.

Meng Zhili was practicing boxing with the instructor, and his movements were quite skillful and he seemed much more composed than when I last saw him.

"Zhili has made great progress lately."

Prince Fu walked up to Meng Chuan and said with a smile:

"This child is hardworking and quick to learn; he will definitely be a good helper to you in the future."

A slight smile appeared on Meng Chuan's lips.

Yes, my son is growing up, the Mars mission is progressing, and even the observer's dilemma is starting to take shape.

Although the road ahead is still shrouded in mist, as long as we keep going step by step, we will eventually find our way.

The observer gave Meng Chuan two years, but Meng Chuan couldn't possibly wait until two years later.

We must respond to the observers as soon as possible and obtain from them the technology that can advance our civilization.

Some positive signs are emerging...