Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The millet porridge in the ward was steaming warm, and Meng Chuan drank it sip by sip.

Looking at Liu Qian's gentle profile, the guilt in my heart lessened slightly.

For the next few days, he obediently followed the doctor's advice and rested.

Every day, I drink the chicken soup that Zhang Mei cooks and listen to Liu Qian talk about her family.

Chen Yiyi would occasionally bring photos of the children to visit him.

Or perhaps Shadow Butterfly and Blood Rakshasa would take turns caring for him.

Meng Chuan actually quite enjoyed this feeling.

However, when several women are in the same frame, Meng Chuan still feels a sense of unease.

I'm worried that they might start fighting at any time.

Although they were in a friendly and cheerful mood in front of Meng Chuan, they kept chatting and laughing.

But Meng Chuan felt something was off.

That morning, Meng Chuan sat in a wheelchair by the window, and Chen Yiyi helped him fix his hair.

Her fingers brushed against his snow-white hair, Chen Yiyi's voice tinged with heartache:

"Old Hua said that this hair... is probably never going back to normal."

Meng Chuan raised his hand and touched his hair, smiling nonchalantly:

"It's better to be pale than to never wake up."

Meng Chuan always seemed indifferent to matters of physical health and cultivation.

Only Meng Chuan himself knew that he tried countless times every night to mobilize the Qi within his body.

But his dantian remained empty, without even a faint trace of qi.

The fact that one has lost all one's cultivation is still very painful.

"Can you get out of bed and walk a few steps now?"

Chen Yiyi held onto Meng Chuan's arm, her eyes full of concern:

"Old Hua said that we can try walking around today, instead of just sitting all the time."

Meng Chuan nodded and slowly stood up with Chen Yiyi's help.

My feet felt unsteady when they landed, and I was panting after just a couple of steps.

Liu Qian quickly helped him up and scolded him playfully:

"Slow down, what's the rush?"

Just then, the ward door was pushed open, and Yingdie walked in, her expression somewhat serious:

“My lord, the old man has arrived, accompanied by several guards. He says he has something important to discuss with you.”

Meng Chuan paused for a moment, then sat back in his wheelchair and straightened his clothes:

"Let them in."

Soon, the elderly man entered the ward accompanied by his guard.

He was dressed in casual clothes and looked a little tired, but he smiled when he saw Meng Chuan:

"Meng Chuan, how are you feeling? You can sit up now, that's good."

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I'm much better now."

Meng Chuan bowed slightly, gesturing for Chen Yiyi to bring over a chair.

After the old man sat down, he first remarked a few words:

"What you did on Mars is known throughout the country and even the world. The Dragon Kingdom has awarded you its highest achievement award. Once you are in better health, we will hold an award ceremony—you deserve this honor, and you deserve the title of 'Earth Hero' even more."

Meng Chuan shook his head:

"I just did what I was supposed to do. The sacrifices of my brothers deserve to be remembered more than mine."

The old man sighed and said:

"That's right, we're already planning to build the Twenty-Eight Heroes Hall. Old Zhou, Xiao Dao and the others deserve to be praised forever."

Meng Chuan led twenty-seven Green Gang disciples and observers in a fierce battle.

Including Meng Chuan, there are exactly twenty-eight people.

There are growing calls online for building temples for heroes.

"I thank you on behalf of my fallen brothers..."

Meng Chuan said, moved.

Their sacrifices have not been forgotten, and this is the best reward for the Green Gang, for Meng Chuan, and for the brothers.

"It's nothing to thank me for; compared to your greatness, it's just a small favor."

The old man then changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat indignant:

"I've come to see you today because there's another thorny issue. These past few days, envoys from various countries have been contacting me daily, and the topic has always been the same—the Stardust."

Meng Chuan's eyes instantly turned cold.

"They all know the speed of Stardust—it takes just over half an hour to get from Mars to Earth, a speed that far exceeds that of any current spacecraft."

The old man's voice carried a hint of helplessness:

“Countries all want the technical parameters of Stardust. Some even say that Stardust is ‘the common treasure of the earth’ and demand that China contribute it so that all countries can study it together.”

The old man paused, then looked at Meng Chuan:

"The Stardust is yours, and I have no right to make decisions for you. I've been trying to negotiate these past few days, but they've been pressing hard, even threatening to join forces to put pressure on us if the Dragon Kingdom doesn't give in."

In fact, the old man wanted to come and see Meng Chuan as soon as he heard that Meng Chuan had woken up.

However, since Meng Chuan fell into a coma more than a month ago, various countries have been visiting him every day.

The elderly were also extremely busy.

Meng Chuan gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly, his smile vanished completely, and his tone was as cold as ice:

"Pressure? On what grounds do they have to?"

Recalling the scenes on Mars, the Green Gang members even used their own flesh and blood as weapons to fight the mechs to the death.

He left his young life forever on Mars.

Even Meng Chuan almost died, but Prince Fu exhausted his cultivation to save him.

The Green Gang risked their lives, only to be met not with unity and solidarity, but with the eagerness of these countries to divide up their "victories."

Where were they while I was risking my life on Mars?

Meng Chuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling anger:

"Zero hasn't been found yet, the threat to Earth is still there, and instead of thinking about how to defend against aliens, they're thinking about stealing my things? They've spoiled me!"

Chen Yiyi stood next to Meng Chuan, gently patting his back, afraid that he would get emotional and hurt himself.

The old man looked at Meng Chuan, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes—this kind of toughness was what a Dragon Guard General should be like.

"What are you going to do?"

The old man asked.

No one has the right to make this decision for Meng Chuan.

We must listen to Meng Chuan on this matter.

Meng Chuan raised his head, his eyes filled with determination:

"Tell them that if they want the Stardust technology, they can come to me themselves."

He pointed to his chest, his tone tinged with sarcasm:

“I’ll wait in this ward. If you have the guts, stand in front of me and talk to me.”

Meng Chuan paused, his voice growing even colder:

"If you don't have the guts to come, then shut up behind my back. Go back to where you came from."

The old man nodded, a weight lifted from his heart.

"Okay, I'll reply to them as you said."

He stood up and patted Meng Chuan on the shoulder:

"Take good care of your injury and don't let these things upset you. With me here, no one can force you to do anything you don't want to do."

After the old man left, the ward became quiet.

Chen Yiyi sat down next to Meng Chuan and held his cold hand:

"Don't be angry, those foreigners have always been like this."

Chen Yiyi has also lived abroad for more than ten years.

I have some understanding of the nature of foreigners.

Looking at the sunlight outside the window, Meng Chuan's anger gradually subsided, leaving only a trace of weariness.

"I just didn't expect human greed to develop so quickly. When I left my will, I said I hoped everyone would work together, but now it seems I was too naive."

"Not everyone is like that."

Chen Yiyi gently comforted him:

"There are still many people online supporting you, saying that Stardust is yours and no one else has the right to claim it. Scientists on Mars are also working hard to crack the mothership, and Bi Wang and the others are still guarding it... There will always be people who remember your kindness."

Meng Chuan turned his head and looked into Chen Yiyi's gentle eyes, feeling a warmth in his heart.

Meng Chuan held her hand and whispered:

"Yes, you guys are still here."

Just then, Yingdie rushed in, holding her phone.

Chen Yiyi blushed and quickly pulled her hand away from Meng Chuan's.

But Yingdie turned a blind eye to this:

"My lord, the internet is in an uproar! The old man's secretary just leaked your words to the media. Now, envoys from many countries are saying they want to come and see you in person!"