Middle-aged Chen Yu sent a video call request to his 18-year-old self. The video was quickly connected, and 18-year-old Chen Yu's face appeared on the phone screen.

For a while, neither of them spoke. They both looked at each other, as if they wanted to see how much the other had changed during this time.

Middle-aged Chen Yu noticed that the skin color of his 18-year-old self in the video had become darker, but his energy was better than before, and his eyes looked sparkling.

The 18-year-old Chen Yu noticed that the middle-aged Chen Yu's calm temperament was more calm than before. He also noticed that the bookshelf behind the middle-aged Chen Yu looked more majestic and the living conditions seemed to be better than those in the previous time and space.

"Have you encountered any difficulties recently?"

18-year-old Chen Yu asked aloud.

Middle-aged Chen Yu's mind flashed back to some of the things he had experienced since he came to this time and space, and he couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that I shouldn't have let you watch that video last time, and made you realize it so early.

Jiang Wenwen is desperate. It's my fault. I ruined your yearning for love."

18-year-old Chen Yu frowned slightly, his eyes a little confused, "What do you mean? You used to hope that I would break up with her, but now that I have really broken up with her, you are saying this to me again? What exactly do you want from me?"

Middle-aged Chen Yu smiled bitterly, "I didn't want to do anything to you. I just wanted to say that Jiang Wenwen is Jiang Wenwen. Just because she is not a good match does not mean that all women in the world are not. You cannot go to extremes."

18-year-old Chen Yu was sitting in a hotel room. Hearing what he said 20 years later, his brows furrowed even more tightly and his expression became a little unhappy, "Can we not talk about women? I am interested in falling in love now."

I no longer have any interest, I just want to make money and build a career. When we make enough money and our career is successful, are we still afraid that we won’t have a woman?”

When middle-aged Chen Yu saw his 18-year-old self saying this, he sighed in his heart.

He secretly thought: Sure enough, this guy is no longer interested in falling in love. His idea of ​​women has become that as long as he has money, there will be no shortage of women.

No wonder he will become a famous love prodigal in the future.

After a few seconds of silence, middle-aged Chen Yu decided to tell him the truth, "When I first came to this time and space, 'I' was not married. I had slept with at least hundreds of women. There were women from all over the world. There were many rich people in China, including the young master brother.

, have become 'my' successors, and the whole world knows that 'I' am a prodigal and an unmarried person."

After a pause, his eyes flickered, and he added: "My parents are very disappointed, and my grandma is also very disappointed."

18-year-old Chen Yu: "???"

18-year-old Chen Yu frowned and looked at the middle-aged Chen Yu with a doubtful expression, "Are you telling the truth? I...will become a Neptune in 20 years? Have I slept with hundreds of women?"

Middle-aged Chen Yu nodded silently.

18-year-old Chen Yu's expression became a bit exciting.

Although he does not believe in love and no longer yearns for marriage, at this time, he has not yet reached his ideal of becoming Neptune.

Therefore, he was doubtful about what middle-aged Chen Yu just said.

He was thinking about the possibility of becoming Neptune in the future with his current mentality.

He found that it seemed possible.

If his wealth continues to expand rapidly, and with his current mentality of not wanting to fall in love or get married, he will definitely sleep with many women in the future.

After being silent for a long time, he suddenly asked: "You just said that I will sleep with all kinds of women in the future, not even black people, right?"

When he asked this question, he thought of a woman who was so dark that she could become invisible at night without turning on the lights, and he suddenly felt a little scared.

Under his anxious gaze, the middle-aged Chen Yu on the phone nodded slightly.

18-year-old Chen Yu's face suddenly turned pale.

He couldn't believe that his taste would become so strong in the future.

"Impossible! You lied to me! I can't possibly like black!"

He retorted flatly.

However, middle-aged Chen Yu sighed: "Normally, you don't like the dark, but... you are very curious. One time you were out of curiosity..."

He did not continue what he said, but 18-year-old Chen Yu already understood what he meant.

Try the black one out of curiosity?

He still thought it was impossible and shook his head repeatedly, "Impossible! You lied to me!"

Middle-aged Chen Yu had no interest in arguing with him. He smiled and changed the topic, "Anyway, if you don't want your parents and grandma to be disappointed with you in the future, I hope that when you get married in the future, you will still get married.

If you want to get married and have a son and a half, don’t be too worried about it, think about it carefully!”

18-year-old Chen Yu calmed down and suddenly asked: "Then who do you want me to marry in the future? The Jiang Xiu you like?"

Middle-aged Chen Yu frowned slightly. After more than a year and experiencing a lot of time and space, he has realized one thing - his preferences now are completely different from those of himself 20 years ago. The woman he likes may not be the same as himself 20 years ago.

, and it’s useless for him to force things. Sometimes, it’s counterproductive to force things.

So, after pondering for a moment, he smiled lightly and said, "It's up to you! You can have more contact with Jiang Xiu and see if you like her too. If you really don't like her, I won't force you. What I can tell you is

...Jiang Xiu and Tang Hongjie are both good candidates for wives."

18-year-old Chen Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, "What? Tang Hongjie? You like her now too?"

Middle-aged Chen Yu did not deny it, but smiled and nodded.

18-year-old Chen Yu raised his head and pinched his eyebrows. His mind was a little confused by the middle-aged Chen Yu.

After thinking about it, he decided not to talk about relationships, "What about career? Who do you think you can trust in career? Who are trustworthy?"

Middle-aged Chen Yu: "Cen Rou can be trusted."

After a pause, several of his cronies from the previous time and space flashed through his mind.

He added: "Hou Jingmin and Han Bifei should be trustworthy."

In the last time and space, Hou Jingmin was arranged by "Chen Yu" to be the person in charge of Huizhou Mansion. It was "Chen Yu" who specially arranged to be here in Huizhou Mansion to help take care of the family's confidants.

Han Bifei is "Chen Yu"'s right-hand man in handling all kinds of unattractive matters.

"Cen Rou? Hou Jingmin? Han Bifei?"

18-year-old Chen Yu is a little confused because he has only met Cen Rou once. The girl seems to be still in middle school. As for whether it is junior high school? Or high school, he doesn't know yet.

As for the names Hou Jingmin and Han Bifei, he had no impression of them at all, and he didn't remember knowing them at all.

With a calm expression, middle-aged Chen Yu briefly talked about Cen Rou's work ability and attitude, as well as the information and specialties of Hou Jingmin and Han Bifei.

After saying this, he glanced at the rain that was still falling outside the window.

"That's enough gossip for now! I have recently collected some medical patents and drug formulas, and the information has been sorted out. Now that our contact signal is good, I will transmit them to you as soon as possible. One of them is a drug for preventing Alzheimer's disease.

You hurry up and produce the formula and give it to grandma, and you can take care of the rest."

When 18-year-old Chen Yu heard about medical patents and drug formulas, his eyes suddenly lit up and he subconsciously sat upright, "Okay! Very good! Then you can quickly pass it on to me. By the way, is there a lot of information? If there is too much information, do you remember

Send it to me several times. The memory of our phone is not large. If you send too many at once, the phone may not be able to store it."

The middle-aged Chen Yu smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry! I have already considered your concerns, so I came to the study room early tonight to contact you. I am ready to spend one night to slowly transmit those things to you.

Patents and formulas, only one kind of patent or formula is transmitted at a time. Every time you receive one, you must quickly transfer it to the computer. We must cooperate well."

18-year-old Chen Yu nodded repeatedly, "Okay! Okay! Let's start now?"

Middle-aged Chen Yu hummed, "Then I'll hang up first."

18-year-old Chen Yu gave him an OK gesture.

After the video call ended, middle-aged Chen Yu began to connect the Qianyu mobile phone in his hand to the laptop in front of him with a data cable.

Then, copy the information one by one from the computer and send it to your 18-year-old self one by one.

Every time they send a piece of information, they communicate on WeChat.

He wants to confirm whether his 18-year-old self has transferred the information he just received to his computer.

Time passed quietly, and middle-aged Chen Yu, who kept sending information repeatedly, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It would be great if the function of this Qianyu mobile phone was more powerful, even if it had 20g of memory!

When he was regretting that Qianyu's mobile phone didn't work well and the memory was too small, the 18-year-old Chen Yu opposite him also had the same regret.

The difference is that, limited by the technology and vision of the times, 18-year-old Chen Yu regrets that the memory of Qianyu's mobile phone is much smaller than that of the iPhone he has been using recently. His iPhone has 1g of memory.

The middle-aged Chen Yu has become accustomed to mobile phone memory often having 50g, or even 200g, 500g. In comparison, the memory of Qianyu mobile phone is really pitiful.

——If I could send the current mobile phone technology to my 18-year-old self, I should be able to dominate the world in the mobile phone industry very soon, right?

Well, compared to stock trading, if I could quickly occupy the market in the mobile phone industry 20 years ago and become number one in the world, then even if I was not the richest man in China, the country’s support and protection for me would definitely be much greater, right?

These thoughts flashed through middle-aged Chen Yu's mind.

Narrowing his eyes, he picked up another cell phone and dialed Cen Rou's number.

"Brother Yu, what's the matter?"

Cen Rou's voice came.

Chen Yu: "Xiaorou, give you three hours to help me collect all the mobile phone production technologies, hardware, and software in the past twenty years as quickly as possible. I want them all. I think except for the most cutting-edge technologies,

Other outdated technologies should not be difficult to collect now, so hurry up and give it a try! Remember, you must send me all the information you collected after three hours."

Cen Rou: "???"

Cen Rou must have a question mark on her forehead at this time.

Chen Yu had previously asked her to purchase various medical patents and drug formulas in large quantities. Now she probably knew what he wanted to do, and she could barely understand it.

But tonight he suddenly asked her to collect mobile phone technology from the past 20 years, without the latest technology, and he had to collect it within 3 hours.
To be continued...