Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Although Meng Chuan did not have a private jet, the Green Gang did.

However, Meng Chuan rarely travels by private jet.

But this situation was urgent, and Meng Chuan had to go to the capital as soon as possible.

As the private jet passed through the clouds, Meng Chuan gazed at the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the window, his fingertips still trembling slightly.

The scene in the monitoring room was etched into his mind like a branding iron.

He had considered that the observer's purpose was certainly not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

But Meng Chuan never expected things to have gotten this bad.

"Master, we'll be in the capital in half an hour."

Yingdie handed over a glass of warm water:

"Old Huang has already informed them that he's waiting for you at home."

Meng Chuan took the water glass but didn't drink it; he just nodded.

He knew that the conversation that followed would determine the future of civilization on Earth.

When the special plane landed at the western suburbs airport, a black sedan with a special license plate was already waiting on the tarmac.

The driver was Old Huang's personal bodyguard. When he saw Meng Chuan, he simply saluted and then drove off silently.

Outside the car window, the street scenes of Beijing rushed past, from bustling commercial districts to quiet hutongs, finally stopping in front of an inconspicuous courtyard house.

The vermilion gate was wide open, and Old Huang was standing under the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, playing with two walnuts in his hands.

He was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, his hair was neatly combed, but there was a hint of seriousness hidden in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Since he met Meng Chuan, Meng Chuan had never taken the initiative to contact him.

The fact that they came by private jet this time is no small matter.

"You've finally arrived, kid."

Seeing Meng Chuan enter the courtyard, Old Huang put down the walnuts, looked Meng Chuan up and down, and suddenly his face hardened:

"What? You come to see this old man empty-handed? Last time I visited you, I brought a whole roast duck from Quanjude, and you can't even bring a jar of good wine?"

Old Huang has truly fallen in love with the rare vintage wines in Meng Chuan's house.

Although he always lost to Meng Chuan when they drank together.

But he always longed for the good wine from Meng Chuan's family.

Meng Chuan knew Huang Lao's temperament; what seemed like a complaint was actually an attempt to ease the tension.

He forced a smile:

"Old man, if you're still in the mood for a drink later, feel free to take any wine you want from my place."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Old Huang's face vanished instantly.

He's lived most of his life; what storms hasn't he weathered?

He understood the gravity in Meng Chuan's words immediately.

"Come with me."

Old Huang turned and left, his steps quickening slightly.

After passing through the covered walkway, the two entered a quaint study.

The study was simply furnished, with a mahogany desk, several bookshelves filled with ancient books, and a faint scent of sandalwood burning in a bronze incense burner in the corner.

It must be said that Mr. Huang's daily life is quite leisurely, and he knows how to enjoy it.

Old Huang closed the door, turned to look at Meng Chuan, and the casualness in his eyes was gone:

"Tell me, what happened? Even if the sky were to fall, you wouldn't be making this face."

It's hard to say about others, but Old Huang knows Meng Chuan quite well.

This guy is now the world's richest man.

No matter how wealthy or ancient a family may be, none are as rich as Meng Chuan.

Although Meng Chuan has spent trillions of yuan on rocket companies, Fuxing University in China, and especially the Dream City for Entrepreneurship, he spends money like water.

However, Meng Chuan's wealth did not decrease at all; on the contrary, it increased.

The current market valuation of Rocket Company alone has reached 10 trillion US dollars.

Okay, I know. The rocket company is wholly owned by Meng Chuan.

Although many American politicians and tycoons want to invest, they have been unable to get involved.

The fact that Meng Chuan managed to keep such a coveted rocket company from falling into the hands of anyone demonstrates his significant global influence.

In China, Meng Chuan has a plaque above his door that reads "National Hero," and who would dare to say a word against him?

Old Huang couldn't imagine what else could trouble Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan didn't say anything, but directly took out his tablet and opened the video transmitted by the death row inmate.

At first, Mr. Huang just frowned, thinking it was a scene from a science fiction movie.

But when the transparent creature in the picture speaks, saying things like "enslaving the Earth," "mining stardust titanium crystals," and "one-year deadline," it's a different story.

The color drained from his face, and the walnut in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud" and rolled under the desk.

The video ended, and the study was deathly silent, with only the sandalwood incense still rising from the bronze incense burner.

Old Huang stared at the black screen of the tablet for a long time before finally raising his head, his voice trembling slightly:

"This...this was synthesized by you using AI? You're trying to fool this old man, aren't you?"

The development of AI today is so rapid that it has almost reached an unprecedented level.

Many videos on Douyin (TikTok) are now difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

If anyone else had shown this video, Mr. Huang would definitely not have had this expression.

However, this video was produced by Meng Chuan.

His heart was trembling.

He desperately hoped it was fake.

It was a gimmick deliberately created by Meng Chuan for some purpose.

After all, the content of this scene is truly mind-blowing.

Aliens, invasion, enslavement... how could these plots, which only appear in science fiction novels, possibly actually happen?

Meng Chuan slowly shook his head, the bloodshot veins in his eyes particularly glaring:

"Mr. Huang, I also hope so. But it's true."

Meng Chuan paused, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping:

"To find out their background, I sent over a hundred death row inmates and dozens of animals. This is from a rhinoceros's perspective, take a look!"

Meng Chuan clicked on the rhino video again.

However, this video provides very little information.

Its only purpose is to corroborate the furnishings of this laboratory.

And the image of a transparent alien.

Old Huang suddenly closed his eyes, leaned against the bookshelf, and his chest heaved violently.

He had lived for nearly eighty years, experienced turmoil and witnessed rises, but never before had he felt such a bone-chilling cold.

"Stardust Titanium Crystal...Cosmic Ronin..."

He muttered to himself, his fingers gripping the hem of his clothes tightly:

"Who else knows about these things?"

Old Huang's tone was more solemn than ever before.

"Apart from me, there are almost none."

Meng Chuan said solemnly.

But if you listen carefully to Meng Chuan's choice of words, you'll understand.

Meng Chuan used the word "almost".

That means there must still be some.

However, given the gravity of the matter, Meng Chuan chose to conceal the existence of Yingdie.

Old Huang naturally understood the implication in Meng Chuan's words.

Meng Chuan's reluctance to reveal it must stem from his concerns.

Therefore, Master Huang did not pursue the matter further.

Instead, he sighed and emphasized:

"Right now, only you and I know about this. Now, get ready, I'm going to take you to see someone."

This matter is far too significant; it concerns the safety of all humanity.

Old Master Huang cannot make the decision.

Needless to say, Meng Chuan knew who Old Huang was referring to.

Meng Chuan came to see Elder Huang with the intention of meeting the person above him.

Because if Meng Chuan wants to unite global forces, he cannot bypass that person.

"Okay, I'll wait for you here."