Super God: Myriad Worlds Drifting Bottle Chapter 4

"Mm-hmm, okay."

"Next, I'll use the money I made from small ventures before, plus this, to invest. Black Star, keep a close eye on the industries we're investing in. I want to achieve maximum profit in the shortest amount of time, then invest in real estate, make it bigger and stronger, and create new glories."

"Yes."

"By the way, how long do you think it will take before we're capable of recruiting scientists and setting up a laboratory? We don't need top-tier, but something decent."

Facing this question.

Black Star was unusually silent for a few minutes.

Only the data streams on the screen were visible.

It wasn't until half an hour later.

"Estimated time: three to four years."

"Good."

One year later.

Han Fei started to become famous.

As an outstanding university student and a renowned young entrepreneur, he was famous.

School Anniversary Celebration.

The Auditorium.

Below, a vast sea of students looked up.

"Appearing before us are Giant Gorge City's most accomplished young entrepreneurs this year, the Twin Stars of Tomorrow."

The emcee spoke in a standard news announcer's voice, pointing his hand to the center.

"Han Fei, Zhao Xin."

"They are, since the founding of Giant Gorge University, the fastest to achieve fame while staying true to their original aspirations..."

"...In just one year, they have established Black Star Company, in the light industry sector..."

"..."

"Now, we invite our Twin Stars to the stage to speak."

Han Fei walked onto the stage wearing a black tuxedo.

Zhao Xin followed closely behind.

"Ahem, senior students, junior students, hello everyone. Appearing here today is something I never expected, but... (a bowl of chicken soup)... you can too."

"I am Zhao Xin, and in the past, I was just a..."

After they both finished speaking, the applause from below was lukewarm.

"May I be so bold as to ask, what are your next plans?"

Han Fei smiled and exchanged a look with Zhao Xin.

"Real estate."

The emcee let out a surprised gasp.

The next day.

Major news outlets reported.

"The Boy Who Cried Wolf."

"Clown Act."

"We'll wait and see."

And other similar headlines.

On the eighth floor of the office building.

Han Fei sat in his chair, while Zhao Xin beside him stretched lazily, looking speechless. "These media outlets really know how to talk."

"Heh, that's normal. As long as our PR department speaks up in time, we don't need to pay attention."

"Brother Fei, regarding the real estate industry, to be honest, it's already starting to take off. If we jump in now, those big shots probably won't agree."

"Then we'll crush them."

"Alright, you're still as confident as ever."

Han Fei smiled.

Over the past year, he had been collecting bottles every single day without fail, and he had found quite a few good things. Mere commercial competition was nothing to mention.

He was confident he could crush them within two years.

And then, using this as a foothold, he would branch out into other industries, forming a network like a spider's web.

After Zhao Xin left.

Han Fei opened his computer.

A black stream of light flashed.

"Black Star, laboratory acquisitions to begin, scientist targets to begin..."

"Also, gather information on those real estate developers. Forced demolition and such, I bet they've done plenty of that."

Chapter 4: Several Years of Development

After finishing, Han Fei arrived in front of a standalone building.

He unlocked it.

Walking inside.

Han Fei, with clear purpose, headed to a certain room. After opening several locks of different types, he arrived in a very sci-fi-themed basement.

It covered several hundred square meters.

Many things were placed inside.

Broken mechs, damaged laser guns, semi-functional magic wands, secret arts with only one page left...

In short, things that were useful, but also seemed useless.

Commonly known as "chicken ribs."

However, as a technological civilization, their greatest strength was analysis. Han Fei worked desperately to earn money and accumulate capital, all for the ability to analyze and produce.

"The real estate industry can provide a large amount of funding for scientific research. However, time is still a bit tight. Perhaps after some time, once we occupy a certain market share, we can appropriately leak some information and cooperate with the country."

Han Fei looked at the semi-damaged mech and muttered to himself.

"But these are still too weak. This is a world where technology leads to godhood. If we can't obtain truly decisive power, all of this now will at most allow a few more people to survive, and won't have much impact on the overall situation."

Thinking this, Han Fei felt a bit agitated.

But there was nothing he could do. This was all he could manage for now.

His golden finger still needed three years to evolve again.

It should be ready around September of the 12th year.

"Let's just do what I can."

With that thought, Han Fei sealed up the items here and walked out of the house.

Over the next two years.

Han Fei was like the male protagonist in a modern urban novel, cheating his way through everything.

In business, he always anticipated his rivals and seized opportunities, leading to rapid asset growth. When faced with the combined suppression of real estate magnates, military forces suddenly appeared to provide relief.

As for those underhanded tactics, the moment an order was given, the next instant investigators would arrive with evidence.

In just two years, Han Fei became a renowned real estate tycoon.

The Black Star Company he founded had now been renamed the Black Star Group.

There were countless people who lived their lives under him.

On this day.

"Big news! Big news! Black Star Group announces its entry into the medical industry, investing one billion..."

"Renowned international scientists..."

"This year, Black Star Group Chairman Han Fei and Director Zhao Xin are about to graduate from university..."

"Rumor has it that the internationally renowned enterprise, Angel International, has been in contact with Black Star Group. Does this mean the two giants will cooperate for a powerful alliance?"

Black Star Tower.

Office.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"These media outlets are really as usual."

Zhao Xin scratched his head, looking speechless.

"And how did they know we just met with people from Angel International?"

Han Fei smiled, looking at Zhao Xin, who was dressed in a black suit but still couldn't hide his "loser" aura, and felt a bit emotional.

It had been three years, and Zhao Xin didn't seem to have changed much.

If he had to say, perhaps he had become a bit more rational, no longer charging in so blindly.

"Brother Fei, Brother Fei?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm asking you, is there a mole in our group? Otherwise, how did it leak so quickly?"

Han Fei waved his hand, "Don't worry, it's not. Black Star told me everything. It was some people in the middle management of Angel International who did it intentionally, wanting to cause stock market fluctuations to profit from the price difference. Don't mind it."

"Black Star investigated? That's good then."

Over the past two years, Han Fei had told Zhao Xin some of the things he could.

For example, Black Star, and some of the things he had salvaged.

Of course, he hadn't revealed any core secrets.

This wasn't a matter of trust; it was that if he did, the "Eye of Insight" bug would detect it when the angels descended in the future.

With too many secrets directly exposed to the angels, Han Fei felt he might die then.

Moreover, Black Star had been maintaining strict defenses against Deno during this time.

"Alright, if there's nothing else for me, I'll go train my people."

"Mm."

Although Zhao Xin had tried hard to help over the past two years, often working overtime to study (economics and management) and work, he still struggled to keep up. The only area he showed talent in was fighting, so he ended up managing the security department. In his own words, this was necessary military force to protect their two brothers, and it had to be well-trained.

If he didn't constantly use the security department to crack down on the hooligans in Giant Gorge City, Han Fei might have believed him~

Watching him leave, Han Fei stretched.

His muscles flexed.

These past few years.

Aside from various plans, Han Fei hadn't slacked off on himself.

He had also gotten some helpful things from the Drifting Bottle.

For example