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Michael Reyes is your typical college student, caught in the relentless cycle of balancing studies and part-time work. As a second-year mechanical engineering student, his days are packed from dawn till dusk. Mornings are dedicated to lectures and coursework, while afternoons are spent at a part-time job that helps him make ends meet. Evenings are his only respite, though often spent more on studying than sleeping, if he gets the chance to rest at all.

His life is a constant juggle, trying to keep up with demanding academic requirements while also contributing financially to his household. He's a hardworking, average student – not the top of his class, but not at the bottom either. 

But Michael's life takes an unexpected turn when he gains access to a mysterious Technological System. This system offers him a glimpse into future technologies, granting him knowledge and tools far beyond his time. 

When he realized its potential, his first words are.

"I'm going to be rich!"

Follow as Michael build his own business empire rivaling Apple, Microsoft, even Google. 

Disclaimer: 'Building a Business Empire with my Technological System' is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This book may reference real companies and organizations, but these references are for narrative purposes only and are not intended to depict actual conduct or involvement of these entities. The use of these names and references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit these companies or organizations.

Building a Business Empire with my Technological System

As Michael was working in his office, a screen popped up on the display of the monitor.

"What the heck?" Michael read the display and he saw it was an incoming call from an unidentified caller.

Curious, Michael tapped the answer button. The screen flickered for a moment before settling on a chilling image. On his monitor, two men, their faces obscured by black cloth masks, stood ominously. Between them, bound to a plain metal chair, was Dr. Villanueva. His clothes were disheveled, and bruises marred his visible skin. His head lolled forward slightly, an indication of his weakened state.

"Dr. Villanueva!" Michael exclaimed.

One of the masked men leaned forward, his voice distorted slightly by a voice modulator. "Mr. Reyes, we assume we have your full attention now," he said coldly.

Michael's heart pounded in his chest as he responded, "Yes, you do. What do you want?"

The Direct Contact