nucmednet Chapter 542 Meng Chuan's Dry Rice Mode
Chapter 542 Meng Chuan's Dry Rice Mode
An order for thirty tomahawk steaks caused quite a stir in the kitchen of the Western restaurant.
The food was served rather slowly as a result.
Meng Chuan, however, paid no attention to the strange looks he was receiving and wolfed down his food.
Elon Ma finally arrived when the table was piled high with twenty-one cleanly gnawed beef bones.
Elon Ma has been staying nearby these days in order to see Meng Chuan, and has not returned to his state.
Ever since he learned Meng Chuan's true identity, he has become extremely reserved.
He had previously mustered the courage to call Meng Chuan.
Unfortunately, Meng Chuan was on Shura Island, where there was no signal at the time, so the phone call could not be made.
But Elon Ma firmly believed that Meng Chuan would contact him, so he waited silently near the headquarters of the Green Gang.
The moment Elon Ma stepped into the restaurant, he spotted Meng Chuan immediately.
It wasn't because he had particularly sharp eyesight; it was simply that Meng Chuan's entourage was too conspicuous.
The table was piled high with beef bones, and the surprised and curious gazes of the diners around were drawn to it like a tide, making it hard to ignore.
What's even more astonishing is Meng Chuan's eating habits—in this upscale Western restaurant where everyone properly uses knives and forks to cut their steaks, he actually grabbed the steak with his bare hands and ate it with gusto.
Their bold and unrestrained demeanor transformed a high-end, sophisticated Western restaurant into a buffet-style dining experience.
Fortunately, most of the diners in the restaurant are elites who consider themselves to be of high status.
Out of a sense of chivalry or concern for their own image, no one took out their phone to take pictures.
Otherwise, Meng Chuan's unique eating habits would definitely make headlines in major media outlets.
"Mr. Meng, you are truly unique and have really broadened my horizons."
Elon Ma sat down opposite Meng Chuan, his words carrying a hint of teasing and amazement, and were quite meaningful.
He originally wanted to address Meng Chuan as "Young Master Meng", but after much deliberation, he changed his mind.
Considering the status and position of the two individuals, the more formal "President Meng" was ultimately chosen.
As for the "surprise," it includes both the unexpectedness of Meng Chuan's mysterious identity and the astonishment at Meng Chuan's astonishing appetite.
With so many tomahawk steaks, even an African hyena would be stuffed to death.
"Want some? There's more!"
Without looking up, Meng Chuan, his mouth full of steak, mumbled a greeting.
But his hands didn't stop moving at all; he continued to eat heartily.
"No, I'll just have a little wine."
Elon Ma waved his hand and poured himself a glass of red wine.
She gently swirled the wine in her glass, but her gaze remained fixed on Meng Chuan.
"looking for me?"
Meng Chuan asked directly, without any unnecessary pleasantries, revealing his straightforward and decisive personality.
Elon Ma looked troubled and sighed, saying:
"There are indeed some troublesome issues. Our rocket company's launch process is being hampered at every turn, with air traffic control, environmental departments, water taxation... a whole bunch of departments are holding us back, and the launch speed is being dragged down to the bone."
At this point, Elon Ma's tone was full of helplessness and frustration.
It turns out that every time a rocket company launches a rocket, it has to close the airspace and adjust the flight path.
This series of complex tasks is inherently tedious.
Unfortunately, as a private company, rocket companies are not subject to the relevant laws and regulations of the Federal Aviation Administration.
Each application takes a long time to be approved, and you have to be mindful of the other person's attitude.
The environmental department is even more troublesome, with inspections every few days and constant demands for rectification.
There is also a tax levied on water.
Rockets use a lot of water to cool them down during launch, and just applying for water and discharge permits is a lot of work.
The inefficiency of these departments drove Elonma to the brink of collapse.
He has also called on government departments to reduce regulation.
However, his influence in Congress was limited, and no one paid any attention to him.
At the banquet hosted by Meng Chuan, Elon Ma saw many members of Congress in attendance.
Perhaps one word from Meng Chuan to Congress is more effective than a hundred words from him.
"Don't worry about this. Isn't this year a presidential election? We'll just wait until Obama leaves office."
Meng Chuan said casually as he ate his steak.
It was as if it were some trivial matter.
"Just change it?"
Elon looked at Meng Chuan with a puzzled expression, his eyes full of confusion.
How can such a big deal be discussed so lightly?
Who knows who the new president will be, and how can we be sure that he will relax the supervision?
Meng Chuan put down his steak, wiped his hands, and said slowly:
"Pay more attention to Trump when you have free time; he'll be announcing his candidacy soon."
These words were ambiguous and shrouded in mystery.
"Trump? I know him. Are you sure... he can be elected?"
Elon asked incredulously.
Even professional forecasting agencies wouldn't dare to guarantee such an election result, and he really didn't understand why Meng Chuan was so certain.
"I'm sure he'll be elected."
Meng Chuan's eyes were firm, but he didn't offer any further explanation.
He can't exactly claim that he traveled from another time and witnessed the future firsthand, can he?
Moreover, there's no need to say much; maintaining this mystery will only make Elon Ma more in awe of himself.
Elon Ma smiled wryly, inwardly wondering what was going on.
If someone else had said this, he would have absolutely no idea.
But hearing it from Meng Chuan's mouth, for some reason, he found himself starting to believe it.
"Is there anything else? Just say you need money."
Meng Chuan grabbed another piece of steak, eating and asking questions, his words becoming somewhat indistinct.
"We don't lack money; the company has already started to make a profit."
Elon Ma shook his head helplessly.
He came full of anticipation, thinking that Meng Chuan would help him come up with ideas, but he didn't expect that the other party would try to dismiss the matter with just a few words.
This left him feeling empty, stuck in a rut, and extremely uncomfortable.
"Go home if you have nothing else to do. Call me if you need anything. I have guests later."
Meng Chuan said without looking up, his attention completely focused on the steak in front of him.
"Okay, then I won't bother you any longer, Mr. Meng."
Elon Ma hesitated for a moment, then stood up and habitually reached out to shake hands with Meng Chuan.
"My hands are oily, so I won't shake yours."
Meng Chuan shrugged, speaking casually.
Elon Ma awkwardly withdrew his hand, but inwardly he felt a pang of envy for Meng Chuan's carefree and easygoing nature.
Young, wealthy, and down-to-earth.
They are of noble status yet have a long-term vision.
Although many young people across the United States idolize Elon Ma, in his own heart, compared to Meng Chuan, all those accolades pale in comparison.
Whether it's social status or wealth accumulation, Meng Chuan can easily leave him far behind.
What's even more striking is that Meng Chuan is not even twenty years old. How can one not be envious and admire him for achieving such success at such a young age?
When Elon Ma was Meng Chuan's age, he was still holed up in a dilapidated little house, engrossed in coding!
Even after Elon Ma left, Meng Chuan continued eating.
Seeing this, Yingdie ordered ten more tomahawk steaks and two bottles of red wine for him.
This finally allowed Meng Chuan to fill his stomach.
After the waiter cleared the table, Meng Chuan instantly transformed, becoming much more refined.
He sat elegantly opposite Yingdie, picked up his wine glass, swirled it gently, sipped it slowly, and talked with Yingdie about life and ideals in a comfortable and leisurely atmosphere.
It wasn't until the sun was setting and darkness was falling that William hurriedly brought his daughter Alice to the restaurant.
"Young Master Meng Chuan, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"