Super God: Myriad Worlds Drifting Bottle

"Mm, okay."

"Next, take the money I made from my little side ventures before, add this to it, and invest it. Black Star, keep a close eye on the industries we've invested in. I want to achieve the greatest profit in the shortest time possible, then invest in real estate, then grow bigger and stronger and create glory once more."

"Yes."

"Oh, right. How long do you think we'll have to develop before we're capable of recruiting scientists and setting up a laboratory? I'm not asking for top-tier, just something reasonably decent."

Faced with that question, Black Star fell silent for a rare few minutes.

Only streams of data flowed across the screen.

Not until half an hour later.

"Estimated time: three to four years."

"Good."

One year later.

Han Fei began to become famous.

As an outstanding university student and a well-known young entrepreneur, he became famous.

The anniversary celebration.

The grand auditorium.

Below, a dense mass of students looked up.

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

The emcee spoke in a standard newsreader tone, gesturing toward the center with his hand.

"Han Fei, Zhao Xin."

"They are, since the founding of Juxia University, the fastest to achieve success and fame, yet never forget their original aspirations..."

"...In just one short year, they have already founded Black Star Company, and in the light industry sector..."

"..."

"And now, let us invite our Twin Stars to the stage to speak."

Han Fei went onstage in a black formal suit.

Zhao Xin followed closely behind him.

"Ahem. Seniors, juniors, hello, everyone. I never imagined I would be standing here today, but... (a bowl of motivational chicken soup)... you can do it too."

"I'm Zhao Xin. In the past, I was just a..."

The two finished speaking one after another.

The applause from below was lukewarm.

"If I may ask, what are your plans next?"

Han Fei smiled and exchanged a glance with Zhao Xin.

"Real estate."

The emcee let out a soft cry of surprise.

The next day.

News appeared across all major outlets.

"The Wolf Is Coming."

"Clownish Behavior."

"Wait and See."

And other such headlines.

On the eighth floor of the office building.

Han Fei sat in a chair. Beside him, Zhao Xin stretched speechlessly. "These media people sure know how to talk."

"Heh, that's normal. As long as our Public Relations Department responds in time, there's no need to care."

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

"Then we'll smash them."

"Fine. You're still as confident as ever."

Han Fei smiled.

Over the past year, he had fished up bottles every single day without ever stopping, and he had fished out quite a few good things too. Mere business competition was nothing worth mentioning.

He was confident he could topple them within two years.

Then he would use that as a tentacle to meddle in other industries, forming a spider-like web.

After Zhao Xin left.

Han Fei turned on the computer.

A black stream of light flashed past.

"Black Star, begin the laboratory acquisitions. Start targeting scientists..."

"And also, gather information on those real estate developers. Forced demolitions and the like—I imagine they've done plenty of that."

Years of Development

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

He unlocked it.

Then walked inside.

Han Fei headed straight for a certain room. After opening several different kinds of locks, he arrived in a basement with a strong sci-fi style.

It covered several hundred square meters.

Many things were placed inside.

Broken Mecha, damaged Laser Guns, half-ruined Magic Wands, Secret Techniques with only a single page left...

In short, they were the kind of things that were useful, but also seemed kind of useless.

Commonly known as chicken ribs.

However, as a technological civilization, what it was best at was analysis. Han Fei had been desperately making money and accumulating capital precisely so he could gain the ability to analyze and produce these things.

"The real estate industry can provide a large amount of funding for scientific research, but time is still a little tight. Maybe after some time, once I've taken up a certain share, I can leak a few things appropriately and cooperate with the state."

Han Fei looked at the half-wrecked Mecha and muttered to himself.

"But these are still too weak. This is a world where technology leads to godhood. If I can't obtain truly decisive power, then at most, these things will only let a few more people survive when the time comes. They won't have much effect on the overall situation."

Thinking of this, Han Fei felt somewhat irritated.

But there was nothing he could do about it. For now, this was all he could manage.

His Golden Finger still needed three more years before it could evolve again.

It should be ready around September of 2012.

"I'll first do what I can."

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

Over the next two years, Han Fei was like the male lead of an urban novel, cheating his way forward the whole time.

In business, he always anticipated his enemies' moves and seized opportunities firmly. His assets grew at a ferocious pace. When he faced the combined suppression of the real estate tycoons, military forces suddenly stepped in to relieve the pressure.

As for those underhanded methods, the moment orders were given, inspectors would show up at their doors the very next second with evidence in hand.

In just two short years, Han Fei became a famous real estate magnate.

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

Who knew how many people now made their living under him?

On this day.

"Big news! Big news! Black Star Group has announced its entry into the medical industry and will invest one billion..."

"Internationally renowned scientists..."

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

"According to rumors, the internationally renowned enterprise Angel International has had contact with Black Star Group. Does this mean the two major groups are about to cooperate and join forces?"

Black Star Building.

The office.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"The media really never changes."

Zhao Xin scratched his head, his face full of speechlessness.

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

Han Fei smiled and looked at Zhao Xin, who was dressed in a black suit but still couldn't hide that loser aura of his, and felt a little emotional.

It had been three years, yet Zhao Xin seemed to have barely changed at all.

If he had to say something, it was probably that Zhao Xin had become a bit more rational and was no longer so brainlessly reckless.

"Brother Fei, Brother Fei?"

"Hm?"

"I'm asking you a question. Do we have a mole in the group? Otherwise, how did it leak out so quickly?"

Han Fei waved his hand. "Relax, no. Black Star already told me. It was some mid-level people on Angel International's side who did it on purpose. They wanted to cause fluctuations in the stock market and make money off the price difference, that's all. Don't worry about it."

"Black Star had been checked? Good."

Over the past two years, Han Fei had already told Zhao Xin some of what he could tell him.

Black Star, for example, and some of the things he had fished out.

Of course, he naturally had not mentioned the core secrets.

It was not a matter of trust. It was that as long as he said it, when the angels descended in the future, that bug called the Eye of Insight would uncover it.

If too many secrets were directly exposed before the angels, Han Fei felt he might die when the time came.

Besides, Black Star had been maintaining strict vigilance against Deno all this time.

"All right, if there's nothing else for me, I'm going to go drill my people."

"Mm."

Over the past two years, although Zhao Xin had worked hard to help, often studying overtime—what he studied was economics and management—and working extra hours, he still could not quite keep up. The only thing he had any real talent for was fighting, so later he simply went to manage the Security Department. In his words, this was the necessary armed force to protect the two brothers, and it had to be trained well.

If he did not often rely on the Security Department to crack down on the little gangsters of Juxia City, Han Fei might have believed him~

Watching him leave, Han Fei stretched lazily.

His muscled body was revealed.

These past few years.

Aside from his various plans, Han Fei had naturally not neglected himself either.

He had also gotten some helpful things out of the drift bottles.

For example.