My Super Black Technology Empire

Ye Fan was driving a Ferrari on the road, and the roar of the engine sounded all the way.

He did not close the roof of the car, maintained the open top, and galloped away under the envious eyes of passersby.

"The dream I've always dreamed of has come true so easily." Ye Fan felt the steering wheel in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.

A month ago, like most people, he was just an ordinary company employee, struggling in society and struggling to get the down payment for the house.

A supercar is the dream of many men, and its high price discourages many people. After all, if you can't afford this kind of car when you are born, then you can't afford it in your life.

But he didn't expect that after a month, he had already made a lot of money with his own efforts and operations, and successfully realized his dream, which also gave Ye Fan an unreal feeling.

He thought it was a dream, however, when he saw the car in front of him and the car behind him, one hundred meters away from his sports car, he knew that this was not a dream, and the dream could not be so real.

Although most of this is due to the system, but who made him lucky?

In the vast crowd of people, the system chose an ordinary person like him. Apart from luck, Ye Fan didn't know any other reason.

Some rich second-generation sons and daughters, aren't they just lucky?

He Ye Fan is just a little bit luckier than others.

But Ye Fan knows very well that no matter how lucky he is, there will always be times when the mountains and rivers are exhausted. What he has to do is to exchange the technology of the system as soon as possible, and then he can feel at ease when he makes real objects.

Only the things you make yourself are truly yours, not a bunch of technical solutions as thick as a Xinhua dictionary. If the technology does not make real objects, it is always just technology.

When Ye Fan was in a thousand thoughts, the destination was already in front of him.

Along the way, the Ferrari is very fast, and the car next to it is also polite, sometimes even voluntarily giving way.

Although it was the rush hour, Ye Fan still arrived at the door of the agreed hotel as scheduled, even half an hour earlier.

Parked the car in the underground parking lot and took the elevator to the entrance of the hotel. Ye Fan didn't know where he was in the restaurant. If there was no accident, he should be able to see his old classmates at the entrance. know.

This hotel is not bad. It is called Dinglong Hotel. It is the largest in the area. For Ye Fan now, consumption is not expensive, but he could not afford it when he was a student.

Once in college, my classmates boasted more than once that they must invite everyone to have a meal tomorrow, but this tomorrow will be three years later.

In three years, it is not long or short. The former classmates have now gone to all parts of the world, started their own lives, and have their own life trajectories.

Being able to squeeze time out of a busy schedule is already very difficult.

It was already 5:40, and the afterglow of the sunset filled the busy city. The surrounding high-rise buildings were covered with a faint golden color, and the road was full of vehicles coming and going.

On the sidewalk, some office workers finally ended their day's hard work and went to their warm little homes to give their tired souls a sustenance.

"Boom boom boom..."

The harsh roar of the accelerator sounded at the end of the street, interrupting Ye Fan's thoughts.

Although the sound of this engine has tried very hard to imitate the supercar, it is still not far from the sound of the supercar. It must be some device installed in the exhaust port.

Unsurprisingly.

About ten seconds later, a revamped red-label Civic parked at the entrance of the hotel. The body was basically red, and a large rear wing was added.

Although the owner has tried his best to imitate the GTR, it is still much worse in terms of model and texture.

The car door opened slowly, and the car owner was quite attentive. He modified the scissor door and frameless windows. At this time, a beautiful girl walked out of the car and greeted Ye Fan.

Naturally, Ye Fan knew her, walked over, and said with a teasing: "Yo, isn't this our classmate? It seems to be a good mix, and there is a sports car to pick up and drop off."

"This ghost's sports car is specially used to pick up and drop off. It's not like you don't know my financial situation." The pretty girl also said with a smile, "This is our classmate Yuan Hua, it's not a good way to go, so we came here together. "

This beautiful girl is called Jiang Mengmeng. As her name suggests, she is not only cute, but also very beautiful. Ye Fan had chased after her for a long time, but she was politely rejected by her.

She was wearing a light blue dress, and with her sweet looks, she looked as cute as a elf in the forest.

Under the beautiful appearance, she is a very hard-working girl. Because of her poor family background, during her student days, she would do part-time jobs every weekend to earn money, and she never asked her family for any pocket money.

Moreover, she studies hard and earnestly. Whenever the school's scholarship is announced, her list will definitely be on it.

In her words, "Life is all about fighting, everyone is a human for the first time, why should they be worse than others?"

This is a girl who is determined to strive to become a Saint Seiya.

In the past three years, because Ye Fan finally left the list, the two did not have a deep connection. They only knew that she was working in the next door to Maoming City, and she was still preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. In her spare time, she read and wrote at UU. Some novels or something.

"Why, it's only been two years since I haven't seen him, why are you getting so old?" Jiang Mengmeng stared at Ye Fan for a while and asked.

"It's okay, it's just a little busy recently." Ye Fan said casually, not only was he a little busy recently, but he was so busy!

If it wasn't for the fact that I used to run a lot, go to the gym from time to time to exercise, and have a good physique, I might have died suddenly.

At this time, the window of the cab was also lowered, and Yuan Hua, an old classmate of Ye Fan, was sitting in the driver's seat.

After graduating, he chose to stay in this city, Jiangcheng. Unlike the local Ye Fan, his family had relatives who opened a small-scale company here. Relying on his connections, he managed to get to the head office. The position of manager is also a small achievement before the classmates.

Although they both developed in the same city, because the two had a festival, there was no connection between him and Ye Fan, and Ye Fan only knew a little about him.

"Long time no see, Ye Tiandi! Why don't you let me pick you up, what a waste of money to take a taxi." Yuan Hua smiled lightly at Ye Fan and said.

Everyone came from the middle school days when "Covering the Sky" exploded. In addition, he was the only one in the school called Ye Fan. It happened that he was a man of the school at that time, so he just sat on the ground between word of mouth. Hence the nickname "Ye Tiandi".

Of course, Ye Fan just laughed at these nicknames. After all, it was just a joke among his classmates. In comparison, he didn't deserve to carry shoes for the real Ye Tiandi.

But now Yuanhua's nickname is more of a contempt and sarcasm. Weren't you a man of the school? How did it get mixed up like this?

For this situation, Ye Fan didn't bother to care too much, and just dealt with it casually.

After a few chats, Yuan Hua drove his revamped Civic sports car into the underground parking lot with the roar of the engine.