Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The diplomats in the conference hall eventually couldn't hold on any longer, and one by one they lowered their heads and slunk away with the staff.

As you walk through the corridor, you can see some documents scattered around.

These were all left behind by the island nation diplomats who were thrown out of the venue earlier.

Those paper documents served as a cruel joke, reminding them that today's "coup" was nothing but a self-humiliating spectacle from beginning to end.

The huge venue quickly emptied, leaving only Meng Chuan and Ying Die.

Yingdie pushed the wheelchair, her brows slightly furrowed:

"My lord, I'm afraid they won't let this go easily, especially the island nation and the United States. They might secretly sabotage us."

Yingdie's worries were not unfounded.

The United States has long harbored resentment at being completely overtaken by China.

Island nations are known for their tendency to forget past mistakes and learn from them.

Meng Chuan leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes:

"It would be best if they could let it go peacefully, but if they dare to pull any tricks, I wouldn't mind playing along."

A murderous glint appeared in Meng Chuan's eyes.

The pulse rifle is now in mass production at the arsenal on Mars.

The observer's "predator" armor has also made progress in deciphering it.

Hacking the mothership is difficult, but hacking the battle armor is much easier.

Once the armor is put into use, the Green Gang's million members will be a million divine soldiers.

Even those observers who are merely energy beings are comparable to ancient martial artists when they put on armor.

Not to mention the Green Gang members, who were all soldiers.

At that time, Meng Chuan would be confident in dealing with not only an island nation, but even if several countries joined forces.

"The Green Gang is indeed not afraid of them now."

Yingdie felt relieved, her tone filled with pride.

Having followed Meng Chuan for so many years, watching the Green Gang grow from an underground force into a power capable of protecting the Earth, she felt more proud than anyone else.

Just then, the old man entered the meeting room with his secretary, his face full of approval:

"Meng Chuan, well done! You've brought honor to our nation! That's satisfying!"

Such straightforward praise, which conveys a sense of catharsis, is especially rare when it comes from an elderly person.

Meng Chuan smiled somewhat embarrassedly:

"Sir, please forgive my crudeness. I am not knowledgeable in diplomacy, and what I said just now may have been too vulgar."

"Being a little vulgar is good!"

The old man waved his hand, his tone firm:

“In times of chaos, harsh measures are necessary. The threat of extraterrestrial civilizations is right here. If Earthlings continue to scheme against each other out of selfishness, disaster will come sooner or later.”

The old man suddenly looked worried and said:

"Perhaps the old rules should be broken, and you are the only one who can break them and then rebuild them."

Meng Chuan was stunned.

He didn't expect the old man to have such high expectations of him, and even tacitly allow him to reconstruct new rules.

This trust moved him more than any honor.

The old man, seeing his expression, knew he understood what he meant, and then changed the subject:

"Oh, right, there's something else I need to discuss with you. There's a lot of demand online right now—many people who watched your fight with the aliens learned about ancient martial arts and Qi cultivation, and they all want to practice ancient martial arts to become stronger. Have you considered making the methods of practicing ancient martial arts public?"

In fact, the Dragon Kingdom has had legends of ancient martial arts since ancient times.

However, with the arrival of the new era, fewer and fewer people are practicing ancient martial arts.

Even now, ancient martial arts have become a legend.

Many people don't even believe that ancient martial arts really exist.

Until they saw Meng Chuan, who almost killed "Zero" with a small knife.

In particular, they witnessed Meng Chuan's full head of black hair turning white at a visible rate.

Only then did everyone truly believe that ancient martial arts had always existed.

However, that's something that ordinary people can no longer access.

Meng Chuan's heart sank, and he subconsciously said:

"Sir, as the saying goes, Confucian scholars use their words to disrupt the law, and knights use their martial arts to break the law! Once ancient martial arts are made public, everyone can practice Qi. If someone uses force to cause trouble, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Practicing martial arts requires martial ethics.

If the power of ancient martial arts falls into the hands of someone with evil intentions, it is more dangerous than any weapon.

"I understand your concerns, but have you considered the other side of the story?"

The old man sat on the chair next to him and said slowly:

"Technology and weapons are certainly important, but isn't strong individual strength also a means of protecting the Earth? If it weren't for you ancient martial arts practitioners, could we have won the alien invasion with just technology and weapons?"

The old man paused, his gaze becoming distant:

"As for undermining the foundation of the nation—the very meaning of the existence of a nation is to enable people to live better and safer lives. Human society did not have nations in the beginning, and it may not need nations in the future."

"If making ancient martial arts public can make more people stronger and make Earth's civilization more stable, what's wrong with accelerating the demise of nation-states?"

Meng Chuan was completely stunned.

He had never considered the level of "national extinction"; the old man's vision was far broader than he imagined.

"Of course, I'm not asking you to reveal all your cultivation techniques immediately."

The old man added:

"We can start by selecting some basic breathing techniques and promoting them in schools or communities to help ordinary people improve their health. As for advanced techniques, we can entrust them to the Green Gang to select people with upright character to practice—after all, you and the Green Gang are the most trustworthy people."

Meng Chuan remained silent for a moment, and his concerns gradually dissipated.

Yes! Perhaps he should change some of his preconceived notions.

Humans cannot focus their attention solely on Earth.

It's time to turn our long-term gaze to the vast expanse of space.

Earth's civilization is about to enter the era of space colonization, starting today.

If everyone could practice ancient martial arts and become stronger, everyone would have the power to protect themselves.

When Earth faces extraterrestrial threats, it will have more confidence in self-defense.

"I understand."

Meng Chuan nodded, his eyes hardening.

"I will have Zhan Tang organize the basic techniques and promote them in conjunction with the education department of the Dragon Kingdom. The advanced techniques will be managed by the Green Gang and will only be taught to those who are upright and willing to contribute to protecting the Earth."

"it is good!"

The old man patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction:

"If this is accomplished, you will be a hero of human civilization, and your merits will be immeasurable."

The old man stood up and checked the time:

"Then I won't disturb your rest any longer. Focus on recovering from your injuries. There's no rush to promote Mars and ancient martial arts; you'll be in charge of that."

After the old man left, the venue fell silent again.

Yingdie looked at Meng Chuan, her tone filled with expectation:

"Husband, are we really going to reveal our ancient martial arts?"

"Ah."

Meng Chuan looked up at the window; the sunlight was perfect.

"I used to think that ancient martial arts were a secret of the Green Gang, but now I understand that true power is not for monopolizing, but for protecting. Only when more people become stronger can the earth be truly safe."

He turned his wheelchair and walked towards the ward:

"Let's go back and send a message to Zhan Yi and the others, telling them to speed up the disassembly of the armor and the organization of the cultivation techniques—we'll be busy from now on."

Yingdie pushed the wheelchair and followed behind him.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the two of them, as if heralding a new beginning.

This is not only a new beginning for the Green Gang, but also a new beginning for Earth's civilization.