My Super Black Technology Empire

　　 Ye Fan drove the Ferrari on the road, there was a roar of engines all the way.

　　 He didn't close the roof, kept the open top, and galloped away under the envy of passers-by.

　　 "The dream I have always been, it is so easy to realize." Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh, touching the steering wheel in his hand.

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

　　 A supercar, I don’t know how many men’s dreams are, and its high price has discouraged many people. After all, this kind of car, if you can't afford it when you are born, you can't afford it in your life.

　　 But he did not expect that after a month, he had already made a lot of money through 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 his car in front and behind, hundreds of 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 the credit of the system, who makes him lucky?

　　 The system was in a huge crowd, but he chose him as an ordinary person. Besides luck, Ye Fan didn't know what reason there was.

　　 Some rich second-generation sons and elders, isn’t it just luck?

　　 Ye Fan is just a little luckier than others.

　　 But Ye Fan knows very well that no matter how lucky it is, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, all he has to do is to exchange the system's technology as soon as possible, and make the real thing at ease.

　　Only the things that I have made are truly my own, not a pile of technical solutions as thick as the Xinhua dictionary. If the technology is not made in kind, it is always just technology.

　　 When Ye Fan was in a lot of thoughts, the destination was already near.

　　 On this road, Ferrari was very fast, and the car next to it was also very polite, and sometimes even gave way.

　　Although it is the peak time for get off work hours, Ye Fan still arrived at the agreed hotel entrance as scheduled, even half an hour earlier.

Parked the car in the underground parking lot and took the elevator to the door of the hotel. Ye Fan didn't know where he was in the restaurant. If nothing else, he should be able to see his old classmates at the door. You know.

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

　　 When I was in college, my classmates boasted more than once, and I must ask everyone to come and take a meal tomorrow. As a result, this one will be three years later.

　　 For three years, it is not long to say that it is long, and it is not too short to say that it is short. The former classmates have now gone all over the world and started their own lives and have their own life trajectories.

　　 It's already very difficult to squeeze time out of busy schedule.

　　 It was already five and forty. The afterglow of the sunset filled this busy city. The surrounding high-rise buildings were covered with a faint layer of gold. The traffic on the road was endless.

　　On the sidewalk, some office workers finally finished their day's fatigue and rushed to their warm little home to give their tired souls sustenance.

　　 "Boom boom boom..."

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

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

　　 As expected.

About ten seconds later, an explosively modified red-labeled Civic stopped at the entrance of the hotel. The body was basically red, and a large rear wing was installed. Although the owner has tried to imitate the GTR, but in terms of model and texture , Still a lot worse.

　　 The car door opened slowly, and the owner was quite deliberate. He modified the scissor door and borderless windows. At this time, a beautiful girl came out of the car and said hello to Ye Fan.

　　 Ye Fan naturally knew her. He walked over and laughed and said, "Hehe, isn't this our Banhua? It seems like a good mix, and there is a sports car to pick up her."

"A ghostly sports car specializes in picking up you. You don't know what my financial situation is." The beautiful girl smiled: "This is our classmate Yuanhua. It's not going well, we came together. "

　　 This beautiful girl is named Jiang Mengmeng. As the name suggests, she not only sells cuteness, but also looks very beautiful. Ye Fan has chased her for a long time, but she finally declined her gracefully.

　　 She wore a light blue dress with a sweet look, which made people look as cute as an elf in the forest.

　　Under her beautiful appearance, she is a very hardworking girl. Because of her poor family, she would do part-time jobs every weekend to earn money when she was a student, and she never asked her family for any pocket money.

　　 She also studies hard and earnestly. Every time the school scholarship is announced, her list will definitely be on it.

　　 In her words, "Life is all about hard work. Everyone is the first time to be a human. Why should I be worse than others?"

　　 This is a girl who is determined to work hard to become a saint.

In the past three years, because Ye Fan finally dropped out of the order, the two did not have deep contact. They only knew that she was working in the neighboring Maoming City, and she was still preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. She was in ~www. readwn.com~Write some novels or something.

　　 "Why, I haven't seen you for two years, why are you so much older?" Jiang Mengmeng stared at Ye Fan for a while and asked.

　　 "It's okay, it's just a bit busy recently." Ye Fan said casually~www.readwn.com~Not only is it a bit busy recently, but it's so busy!

　　 If I hadn't used to run a lot, go to the gym from time to time, and have a good physique, I might have died suddenly.

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

After graduating, he chose to stay in this city, Jiangcheng, unlike the local Ye Fan. Some relatives in his family opened a small-scale company here. Relying on his relationship, he got mixed up all the way. The position of the manager is 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.

　　 "It's been a long time, Ye Tiandi! Why don't you let me pick you up? It would be a waste of money to take a taxi." Yuan Hua smiled faintly at Ye Fan and said.

Everyone came from the middle school age when "Zhetian" was popular, and there was only him in the school called Ye Fan. It happened that he was a man of the school at the time, so it was true that between word of mouth. The nickname "Ye Tiandi".

　　 Of course, Ye Fan just laughed at these nicknames. After all, it was just a joke among his classmates. To compare, he didn't deserve the shoes for the real Emperor Ye Tian.

　　 But now Yuanhua mentions this nickname, which is more of a contempt and sarcasm. Were you not a man of the school back then? How come you get mixed up like this?

　　 For this situation, Ye Fan didn't bother to care too much, but just dealt with a few words casually.

　　 After chatting for a few words, Yuan Hua drove his explosively modified Civic sports car and drove into the underground parking lot amid the roar of the engine.