Yu Wenhui quit the game and looked at the time. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. He couldn't help but be surprised.
In the copy of the Yangtze Gang, he felt that several years had passed, but he did not expect that time flows so slowly in reality. This kind of technology is far beyond the imagination of people on earth. Yu Wenhui was not even clear that this technology was used to adjust the speed of time.
, or to speed up his thinking speed. Of course, he thinks it is more likely to be the latter. After all, the concept of time is too mysterious, and the technology required is probably an infinite geometric multiple of the latter.
As a programmer with a background in science and engineering, he is more interested in these alien technologies than the full-time Martial God. Although the technology displayed by the full-time Martial God is incredible, it can still peek into the limits. As a science student, Yu Wenhui certainly does not think that alien technology is
They are omnipotent and treat them like gods.
Yu Wenhui soaked two bags of instant noodles and opened some mustard. When the instant noodles were ready, he thought while eating: "It's a pity that those ancient families control these alien technologies too harshly. I, an outsider, must have no chance to come into contact with them."
Such an important secret. It is too selfish for these people to control such advanced technology and only make profits for their families. If it were made public, I don’t know how far the earth’s technology would advance. Maybe they would be able to fly out of the solar system and look for other life.
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While Yu Wenhui was eating noodles, he glanced at his newly purchased mobile phone and found that there were already a bunch of missed calls on it. He was startled, and when he glanced at it, he found that all of them were from Wang Wenjing.
He hesitated for a moment, and regardless of the fact that it was already late at night, he dialed back. Within a few seconds, the caller answered the phone. Wang Wenjing's voice could not be heard as angry, but she was a little lazy and asked: "Why didn't you answer the call?"
my phone?"
Yu Wenhui hesitated for a moment and then decided to tell the truth: "I was too obsessed with playing games and wore a headset, so I didn't listen!" The sound of grinding teeth came from the phone, and Wang Wenjing said angrily: "Forget it this time, you just took the blame for me.
Boyfriend, please forgive your unskilled skills once. If I can't get through next time, I will come to your house."
Yu Wenhui hesitated slightly, feeling that it would be better to be unable to get through next time than to get through the benefits, but he didn't dare to lie. He smiled and asked: "What are you so anxious to see me for that you can't talk about tomorrow?"
Wang Wenjing's tone was actually a little shy, and she hesitated for a while before saying, "I have a few friends who heard that I had a boyfriend and wanted to take a look. They have made an appointment with me to have dinner with me after get off work tomorrow. You must come."
Yu Wenhui nodded repeatedly and said: "I will definitely appear in front of all your best friends with the most brand-new appearance, and I promise not to embarrass you."
Wang Wenjing chuckled and chatted with him for a while. After all, they had to go to work tomorrow, so the two of them didn't dare to grind their teeth too much. They quickly said goodbye politely, made an appointment to go to work together tomorrow, and went to sleep.
Of course Yu Wenhui had a good night's sleep. The dream was all about fighting Wang Wenjing for eighteen rounds, and occasionally Kou Xiaohan flying together. When Xia Yue also appeared in the dream, he was so happy that his penis almost flew away, but then the dream wind
In a sudden turn, seven ladies from Yazhai appeared one after another, and he was frightened to death...
He grabbed his phone and took a look. It was almost time to go to work. He stopped sleeping and complained: "This dream is not in line with the core values of socialism! Why have I fallen so badly recently?"
He played with the two Martial God keys in bed for a while, and after enough time, he got up, washed himself, and changed into neater clothes. Then he called Wang Wenjing and rushed to pick up his girlfriend to go to work.
Wang Wenjing was also a little wilted this morning. She obviously didn't sleep well yesterday. It's unclear whether she was tortured by Yu Wenhui in her dream. She didn't even prepare breakfast for Yu Wenhui, but only brought two boxes of milk.
Yu Wenhui was not particularly picky. He drank some milk and was already very happy. He told his girlfriend a few old driver jokes while driving. Wang Wenjing started to reply a few words, and fell asleep after a while.
Yu Wenhui drove patiently with milk in his mouth. When passing by a relatively prosperous street, he saw a newly opened luxury store and couldn't help but complain: "What the hell! A bag costs thousands of dollars, who can take advantage of it..."
…?”
He blurted out this sentence without thinking about it, but when he drove out of this street, an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he understood why when he quit the game yesterday, he thought about going to work, and he always felt that something was wrong.
He slapped the steering wheel and the horn blared several times, which scared a female white-collar worker who was walking out of the subway on the side of the road and jumped into the trash can. When the female white-collar saw that it was him who was honking the horn randomly, she sent a few words from a distance.
Ju Jing scolded.
Yu Wenhui knew it was his fault and did not fight back because he finally understood something very important...
"I'm already so rich, why do I still have to work in such a crappy class? I have a villa, a luxury car, and a net worth of tens of millions, and I also have a lot of character cards and martial arts cards that can be sold at high prices.
After all these things are done, I will be a rich man after all. If I want to make a living, I can start a business. If I want to be happy, I can eat, drink and have fun. Why do I still think about getting up early in the morning to go to work? Am I stupid? Am I stupid? Am I not?
Silly? Resign later!"
Yu Wenhui is usually conceited and clever, but now he deeply feels that even Zhuge Liang has a Taobao model that belongs to the pig, so why did he ignore such an important thing?
"Now that I'm rich, I want to date two girls, one as my old sister and one as my old godmother... Damn it! No, how can I be so harsh? Let's change the slogan: Now that I'm rich, I'll have a girlfriend.
Britain, Germany, Italy, France, Europe, Africa, South America, Spain..."
Yu Wenhui was suddenly in high spirits. He kept thinking about how to lead a free and unrestrained life along the way. But when he arrived at the company, he parked the car in the parking lot downstairs of the company, woke up Wang Wenjing, and looked at his girlfriend sleeping sleepily.
His face suddenly calmed down, and his overly excited mood also calmed down.
Yu Wenhui suddenly thought clearly. He actually didn't have high pursuits in life. There was no point in spending money and drinking all the time. Now that he had a girlfriend, he wanted to live a normal life for a while, and it would not be too late to slowly transform.
He smiled casually, held his girlfriend's little hand and entered the elevator together, looking particularly transparent. Although Wang Wenjing was still a little shy, she was more accustomed to it than yesterday. After all, their relationship had been made public.
At noon, he had lunch with Wang Wenjing, found an excuse to send his girlfriend back to the company, and ran out to buy a few gifts before returning to the company and waiting quietly for get off work.
Wang Wenjing was much more nervous than Yu Wenhui, and she even came to their department twice in the afternoon. The colleagues in Yu Wenhui's department had already begun to get used to this stinky loser having a girlfriend. In addition to gathering together to mock him every time, they no longer had any provocative mood.
He just joked a few words and then went about his own business.