Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The air in the meeting room felt frozen, and the US representative looked grim.

The representatives from the various countries of Oregon exchanged glances, but none of them dared to speak first.

Meng Chuan's three conditions all hit their weak points.

But ironically, they didn't even have a grounds to refute it.

Meng Chuan leaned back in his wheelchair, looking at the group of silent diplomats before him, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"What? Weren't you all quite enthusiastic when you were shouting 'protect all mankind'? Now that it's time to actually take action, you've all gone silent?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a series of slaps, landing hard on everyone's face.

A representative from the small island nation of Oceania opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But the US representative next to him stopped him with a look.

They knew very well that if they spoke up now, Meng Chuan would label them as "selfish and self-serving."

If this gets out, the people of this country will probably be the first to object.

“You keep saying that Stardust is ‘Earth’s treasure’ and that technology sharing is for ‘the future of all mankind’.”

Meng Chuan spoke slowly, his tone full of disappointment:

"But when it really comes down to you providing manpower, technology, and resources, you start calculating your own gains and losses."

"We are worried about soldiers dying, about core technologies being leaked, and about military power going out of control."

"Your so-called 'all of humanity' is nothing but a pretext to satisfy your own selfish desires."

Meng Chuan ruthlessly laid bare the little schemes of everyone present.

This was in previous diplomatic settings.

Even if their selfish motives are obvious, everyone will still abide by certain rules and maintain a minimum level of decorum.

But for Meng Chuan, dignity is nonexistent.

The reprimands were even more blatant.

The US representative took a deep breath and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Mr. Meng Chuan, your demands are too harsh. Sending troops to garrison Mars is too risky, sharing core technologies will affect the national security of various countries, and handing over military power to the defense center... This is simply not in line with international practice!"

"International practice?"

Meng Chuan scoffed:

"When the observer's mechs were about to break through the Martian defenses, why didn't anyone talk to me about 'international practices'?"

"When my men risked their lives to stop the aliens, why didn't anyone talk to me about the 'too much risk'?"

"Now that you want technology, you suddenly remember 'international practices'?"

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose:

“I’m telling you, when it comes to ‘global security,’ so-called ‘international norms’ are utterly worthless!”

“If you can’t be great and selfless, then don’t pretend to be noble by wearing the cloak of ‘all mankind’.”

"Protecting the Earth is never about shouting slogans; it's about real sacrifices."

"If you dare not sacrifice, my Green Gang dares; if you can't do it, I, Meng Chuan, will!"

"I can waive your demands, but if you're unwilling to make any sacrifices, then don't try to take advantage of my Green Gang with your dirty tricks."

Every word Meng Chuan spoke resonated deeply.

It was like a heavy hammer blow, leaving all the diplomats speechless.

Yes, the Green Gang has already demonstrated their resolve through their actions.

Twenty-seven brothers remained on Mars forever.

Meng Chuan himself had lost all his cultivation and his hair had turned completely white.

Prince Fu exhausted decades of his cultivation...

The Green Gang has sacrificed so much; is it too much to ask other countries to show some sincerity now?

Everyone knows perfectly well that this is not excessive.

But they dared not gamble.

They dared not openly "hand over" themselves, leaving their lives in the hands of the Green Gang.

Meng Chuan paused for a moment, then spoke again:

"From today onwards, the Green Gang will not participate in the political manipulation of any country, nor will it get involved in geopolitical games."

Meng Chuan's gaze became incredibly firm:

"We have only one mission—to protect the Earth and resist alien invasion. But I must warn you, the fact that the Green Gang does not participate in politics does not mean that we are afraid of politics."

Meng Chuan's gaze swept over everyone present, his tone as cold as winter:

"You'd better put away your dirty thoughts—don't think about scheming against the Green Gang, don't think about getting your hands on the Stardust or the mothership's technology, and don't even think about using the Green Gang as a pawn."

"If you dare to lay a finger on my Green Gang, no matter which country you represent or which regime you belong to, my Green Gang has the courage and the ability to chop off your hands and let you know what the bottom line is!"

This blatant warning, made without any attempt at concealment, was met with no rebuttal from any diplomat.

They knew very well that Meng Chuan wasn't exaggerating.

The Green Gang today has the support of people all over the world and the strength to fight against extraterrestrial threats.

If Meng Chuan were truly angered, overthrowing a regime would be a matter of minutes.

Meng Chuan glanced at the clock on the wall and waved his hand impatiently:

"That's all I have to say. I think I've made everything clear. If you're willing to consider it, go back and discuss it with your government; if you're not willing to consider it, please leave—don't waste my time here."

He gestured to the shadow butterfly:

"see a visitor out."

Yingdie immediately moved from behind Meng Chuan to stand beside him.

He raised his head and made a gesture of invitation:

"Everyone, please!"

Yingdie wasn't shy at all.

To Yingdie, these people dared to be so aggressive towards Meng Chuan.

She wished she could chop their heads off like she was cutting melons and vegetables.

If this weren't a public place, Yingdie would have even wanted to use a broom to chase them out.

All the representatives looked at each other in bewilderment.

All the journalists and media personnel present were somewhat at a loss.

They originally thought this "negotiation" would result in a famous scene where Meng Chuan single-handedly confronts a group of scholars.

At least it was a back-and-forth debate.

In the end, it was just a one-man show by Meng Chuan.

Diplomatic representatives from all countries didn't even have a chance to speak in front of Meng Chuan.

When the US representative spoke, he was thoroughly humiliated by Meng Chuan.

Before the girl from the island nation could even speak, Meng Chuan threw her out alive.

That's too... domineering.

But for some reason, Meng Chuan's domineering attitude felt... damn satisfying.

Because even the media from the countries where some of the diplomatic representatives were present were well aware of this.

Today's so-called "negotiations" are simply a result of their country's regime coveting alien technology.

If these technologies were truly made public, they could indeed increase the overall strength of the entire planet by ten times, or even more.

However, based on their understanding of the regimes of various countries...

If the overall strength of these countries has truly increased.

It may not necessarily be a blessing for the Earth.

They will not use their strength to improve Earth's self-defense capabilities.

Instead, it will become a tool for various regimes to satisfy their own desires and oppress the weak.

Perhaps only when those technologies are in the hands of the Green Gang can the Earth be made safer...