Richest Man: Getting 7 Billion Red Pockets To Start With

Chapter 126 Earthquake Prediction Device; Meeting A Good Friend!

After Lin Fan left the library, he returned to his dormitory.

At this moment, the dormitory was empty and very quiet.

[Do you wish to claim the earthquake prediction device and its manufacturing principles?]

"Yes!" Lin Fan said.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, a completely black rectangular machine about one cubic meter in size appeared in front of him.

This was an earthquake forecaster!

There was a huge stack of information on top of the earthquake forecaster.

At the top of the information, there were nine big words—'The Principle Behind the Construction of the Earthquake Prediction Device.'

Lin Fan first sized up the black machine and muttered, "This is the earthquake prediction device, right? It looks like a box."

Then, he picked up the documents and quickly flipped through them.

About three minutes later, he had memorized all the information about the building principles of the earthquake prediction device in his mind.

"I can predict earthquakes five days before they happen? That's not bad."

Predict earthquakes five days before they happened?

Not bad?

If an earthquake expert heard this, they would probably scream.

One had to know that with today's science and technology, it was still impossible to predict an earthquake five minutes before it happened, let alone five days!

Lin Fan yawned, then lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

He did not sleep last night. Even though he had Violent Aesthetics and his body had been strengthened, he was still a little sleepy.

...

In the physics laboratory.

Swish!

Muffled sounds rose and fell.

It only stopped after a long time.

Wang Guohai looked at the data on the computer screen and could not help but smile.

"Let's sort out this data, and we should be able to publish several SCI papers!" Zhong Wenting said excitedly.

"Yes." Wang Guohai nodded.

"Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and get to work!" Zhong Wenting said.

...

Lin Fan's sleep was very comfortable.

When a beam of hot sunlight fell on his face, he slowly opened his eyes.

Lin Fan lay on the bed and rested for a while.

Ding! Ding!

At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

12:00 PM!

The red packets were here!

[Ding! Congratulations, you've received ten yuan.]

[Ding! Congratulations, you've received 1,999 yuan.]

...

[Ding! Congratulations, you've received 50,000 yuan.]

[Ding! Congratulations, you've received one yuan.]

Today, Lin Fan had earned a total of 72,121 yuan.

Lin Fan did not care about the amount of money. He put his phone back into his pocket.

Then, he slowly walked out.

Not long after Lin Fan left, Zheng Jinbao, Ma Zhong, and Song Yi walked in.

"What is this?" Ma Zhong pointed at the earthquake prediction device and said.

"If only it was a little higher, it would be perfect as a table," Song Yi said.

Zheng Jinbao also took a few curious glances, but he quickly focused his attention on his computer.

...

Before 12 o'clock, the school cafeteria was filled with long queues.

Lin Fan did not want to squeeze in with the others, so he drove his Lamborghini to the nearby restaurant.please visit

Crystal shrimp dumplings, simple stir-fried vegetables, squab soup, stir-fried yellow beef...

A simple and affordable lunch of 600 yuan made Lin Fan very satisfied.

After the meal, Lin Fan walked out of the restaurant and prepared to return to school.

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared not far away.

"Zhang Song!" Lin Fan shouted.

Zhang Song was Lin Fan's good friend in high school.

The reason why Lin Fan attended the high school reunion was that Zhang Song was one of the people he wanted to meet.

Although the man not far away was taller, darker, and thinner than the Zhang Song he knew in high school...

Lin Fan was sure that it was his good friend, Zhang Song.

The man not far away had obviously heard someone calling him and could not help but turn around.

He said in an uncertain tone, "Are you... Lin Fan?"

Lin Fan saw that he recognized him and said happily, "Hahaha! It's me. I didn't expect that we would meet here."

Zhang Song was also very happy to see his high school friend. He said, "I didn't expect this either!"

"When did you arrive in Jiangbei?" Lin Fan asked.

"I've always been in Jiangbei," Zhang Song said.

"What? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've been in Jiangbei all this time! By the way, our class had a party in Jiangbei not long ago!" Lin Fan said.

Zhang Song said, "Oh... Is that so?"

In fact, he knew about the gathering.

However, he had not been happy all these years, so he did not attend.

Lin Fan said, "I went to the last gathering because I wanted to see a few friends, but all of you didn't go. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone."

At this time, Zhang Song's mobile phone rang urgently.

"What's wrong, Huiling?" Zhang Song answered the phone.

Huiling, whose full name was Zhang Huiling, was Zhang Song's sister.

"Mom fell to the ground, and her head is bleeding..." A flustered voice came from the phone.

"What? I'll be right back!" Zhang Song said anxiously.

Lin Fan, who was standing at the side, heard the contents of the phone call clearly. He hurriedly said, "My car's just next door. I'll send you back."

"Thanks," Zhang Song said.

Then, Lin Fan opened the door of the Lamborghini and quickly got in.

Zhang Song was slightly stunned.

He did not expect Lin Fan to drive a supercar.

"Hurry up and get on," Lin Fan said.

Only then did Zhang Song react and quickly get in.

If it was not for the phone call just now, Zhang Song would definitely have asked about the supercar out of curiosity.

However, at this moment, other than feeling a little surprised, he was more worried.

After Lin Fan asked Zhang Song for the exact location, he stepped on the gas.

Suddenly, the entire Lamborghini dashed out like a lightning bolt, speeding through the middle of the road.

Soon, Lin Fan arrived at the factory in Jiangbei City.

The factory was an old factory with decades of history. Therefore, it looked a little old on the whole.

Zhang Song's home was in the factory's staff compound.

Bang!

Zhang Song quickly rushed into the house and asked anxiously, "How's Mom?"

The woman, whose head was wrapped in gauze, said in a hoarse voice with a trace of blood oozing out, "I'm fine. It's just a small scratch."

Then, she said in a slightly reproachful tone, "Huiling, why are you so agitated?"

Zhang Huiling's eyes were a little red. Clearly, she was really frightened.

At this moment, the woman finally saw Lin Fan behind Zhang Song and said, "This is..."

"I was Zhang Song's high school classmate. We were very good friends!" Lin Fan said.

"So you're Lil Song's friend. Please take a seat. The house is a little messy. Please don't mind it. I'll go get you some tea." After the woman finished speaking, she limped toward the coffee table.

"Mom, I'll get some water," said Zhang Huiling.

Obviously, this family was very hospitable.