Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Chapter 721 Elder Huang Visits

In the few days since returning home, Meng Chuan has done nothing and gone nowhere.

I spend every day at home with my family.

My parents are getting older.

Meng Zhili was still practicing martial arts at the Green Gang headquarters, while Meng Zhiqing was already learning to speak.

When he has some free time, Meng Chuan often teases his youngest daughter, Meng Zhiqing.

The little girl is chubby and very lovable.

Every morning she wakes up early, her little hands clutching a rattle drum.

She hummed a tuneless melody, waking Meng Chuan from his bed.

Meng Chuan found joy in it.

Or you can chat with your parents about everyday things and listen to Liu Qian tell you about the interesting things that happened in the village when he wasn't home.

The slight fatigue from returning from Mars has long been dispelled by happiness.

On the afternoon of the third day, the shadow of the old locust tree in the courtyard had just reached the threshold.

Familiar laughter came from outside the door.

"Hey Meng Chuan, are you home? This old man's here to mooch a drink!"

Meng Chuan's heart stirred, and he put down his daughter and got up to go out to greet her.

At the entrance of the courtyard, Old Huang was wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit and carrying an oil paper package in his hand.

A young man wearing glasses followed behind, carrying two boxes of exquisitely packaged pastries.

"I was wondering why my right eyelid had been twitching all morning! Turns out..."

Meng Chuan looked at Old Huang with a half-smile, but still came out to greet him.

"If you can't speak properly, you should read more books. You're a PhD graduate, after all!"

Old Huang's smiling face immediately turned gloomy.

But he didn't mind at all and went inside on his own initiative.

He was still muttering to himself:

"I heard you, this 'national hero,' have gone home, and I was worried you'd be bored, so I brought some snacks to go with your drinks."

Very few people know that Meng Chuan went to Mars.

However, Old Huang did not know where Meng Chuan had gone, but at least he knew that Meng Chuan was not at home.

After all, Meng Chuan was a leader of the Green Gang.

When you're not home, you always attract extra attention.

Liu Qian also heard the commotion and came out of the house to greet them, her hands still covered in flour.

"Is that Elder Huang? Please have a seat, I'll make some tea."

Meng Zhiqing was held in her grandmother's arms, staring curiously at Old Huang, pointing her little finger at the oil paper package in his hand, and making "ah ah" noises.

"Is this what a little confidant looks like? He's grown so tall."

Old Huang's slight displeasure at being suddenly rebuked vanished instantly.

He put down the oil paper package and reached out to tease the child:

"Come here, let great-grandfather give you a hug."

Meng Zhi was not shy at all. She stretched out her little hand and jumped into his arms, which made everyone laugh.

The group sat down in the main room, and Liu Qian brought over a cup of brewed Biluochun tea, along with freshly fried peanuts and broad beans.

Old Huang took a sip of tea, his eyes glancing at the empty wine jar on the table, and deliberately sighed:

"The drinks we had at your place last time weren't enough. I've been craving them for days, so I specially got some Peking duck from Beijing today. You're not going to be stingy with it, are you?"

"Come on! With your alcohol tolerance, you'd just be wasting your time!"

Meng Chuan said this, but still got up and carried a jar of wine out of the inner room.

These are all vintage wines that Fifth Master treasured back then, and Meng Chuan really couldn't bear to drink them normally.

Of course, Meng Chuan doesn't like drinking either.

But since Elder Huang is coming, Meng Chuan will definitely have to entertain him.

"That's pretty much it."

Old Huang's eyes lit up, and he also took the initiative to open the oil paper package.

I must say, the Peking duck in Beijing is truly exceptional.

It was obviously airlifted over along with Mr. Huang right after it came out of the oven.

It was still a little warm.

After a few drinks, Old Huang started to talk more.

First, they talked about the recent economic situation, and then he asked about the progress of Meng Chuan's Mars project.

Seeing that the casual conversation was almost over, Liu Qian thoughtfully made an excuse and walked away with her daughter.

Old Huang then picked up a piece of roast duck and put it in his mouth, saying slowly:

"By the way, I heard recently that you're looking for some rare items, something like parts for a large tunnel boring machine?"

Meng Chuan immediately knew that the important matter had arrived.

This old man never visits unless he has a reason.

But Meng Chuan really didn't expect that Old Huang would bring up this matter first.

Yingdie is currently in full charge of this matter.

It was supposed to be top secret, how did it become common knowledge?

Meng Chuan's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said:

"You old codger, you're really well-informed."

Meng Chuan paused for a moment, then simply admitted it:

"That's right. The company is thinking about doing some new research and development recently, and is trying to build a more advanced tunnel boring machine. As you know, this kind of thing is highly technical, and we haven't dealt with it before. We can only find some parts to study and see what's going on."

Meng Chuan's words were half true and half false.

The Green Gang was indeed looking for spare parts, but it was definitely not for the purpose of developing a tunnel boring machine.

Instead, they wanted to repair the tunnel boring machine located beneath the Green Gang headquarters and transport it to Mars.

However, if this matter were to be made public, it would involve too many implications, so the only excuse is to use research and development as a pretext.

"Doing research and development is a good thing!"

Old Huang's eyes lit up, he put down his wine glass, and his tone became more serious:

"Our country's tunnel boring machines are absolutely crucial national assets. The reputation of being an infrastructure powerhouse largely depends on them. If you can make something of them, it will be a great thing for the country and its people!"

Old Huang took a sip of wine, and his face gradually flushed.

But he said it with great pride:

"What parts do you need? If they're hard to find on the market, just let me know. The country is currently encouraging technological innovation. If it's really for research and development, let alone a few parts, it's not impossible to find experts to advise you."

Meng Chuan felt a warmth in his heart.

He knew the weight of Old Huang's words.

With his words, the Green Gang's search for spare parts became legitimate.

"Thank you so much."

Meng Chuan raised his glass:

"Come, let me toast you. When we achieve results in our research, I'll be the first to share the good news with you."

"I have to drink this."

Old Huang clinked glasses with him and drank it all in one gulp:

"But let's be honest, don't try to fool me. With your current wealth, you don't need to resort to shady methods. If you're really in trouble, just say so, don't keep it to yourself."

"Don't worry, I, Meng Chuan, would never do such a thing."

Meng Chuan said with a smile.

What Meng Chuan is about to do is not some crooked or evil thing.

Now that "observers" have appeared, how far away is the day when aliens will descend upon Earth?

Meng Chuan must establish an arms factory on Mars as soon as possible to secretly develop more advanced weapons.

An observer's promise is never as reassuring as "holding the truth in one's hands."

Even if it's not for an arms factory, it could be for building a shelter underground on Mars.

What if one day Earth really faces an extinction crisis?

The Martian subsurface could also preserve the seeds of human civilization.

With Meng Chuan's promise, Old Huang felt even more at ease.

Indeed, with Meng Chuan's current net worth of hundreds of billions, he would never do the kind of thing that Meng Chuan fears.

He was actually just here to sound out Meng Chuan's opinion.

Now that he has received Meng Chuan's promise, he can report back.

Next, it's time to drink heartily.

Old Huang put down his chopsticks and picked up his wine glass:

"I got drunk at your place last time, so I'm getting my revenge today! Kid, dare to fight me one-on-one?"

Have you ever won?

This marks the third time I've drunk at Meng Chuan's house.

He didn't even know how he got back the first two times.

"Damn it! I joined the army at fifteen, I've been through piles of corpses, do you think I'm afraid of a mere kid like you when it comes to drinking? Come on!"

Old Huang immediately started shouting at the top of his lungs.

Actually, when it comes to drinking, Mr. Huang has hardly ever lost.

Especially among the younger generation, he rarely encounters a worthy opponent.

Until he met Meng Chuan.

"A good man never mentions his bravery."

Meng Chuan was quick to speak his mind:

"But you'd better take it easy and not drink too much, or your granddaughter Feng Chenchen will scold me."

"She dares!"

Old Huang blew his beard and glared, saying:

"Whoever falls down first today admits defeat! I'll go first..."