Resurrection Empire

Hell and paradise are only separated by a fine line.

If you endure, the sky is the limit, and once you enter the whirlpool, you transform into a dragon.

If you can't endure, you fall into slavery, never to rise again.

As an experienced stockholder, Yang Bingzhong certainly understands this principle.

It's just that he hasn't invested much; even if it all goes down the drain, it's just twenty million, which he can afford to lose.

Moreover, he feels that his odds of winning are high.

He simply considers it a different way to test Ren Zhong's capability.

He hasn't realized yet that he is slowly, personally opening his own Pandora's Box.

...

Day 52, morning.

Ren Zhong once again stands in the maintenance port of the automatic machine gun tower on the high wall of Starfire Town, wearing his Assassin's Creed costume.

Below, eight "volunteer recruitment vehicles" of the Mengdu Group are neatly parked.

The wastelanders are still queuing.

This time the line seems shorter than last time, "only" half a kilometer long.

There are some changes in the expressions of the wastelanders boarding the vehicles.

Some are hesitant, while there is a bit of unnecessary expectation.

Of course, the Mengdu Group still needs to fill 500 slots, at worst they can lower the selection standards.

Next to him, Ma Xiaoling looks at Ren Zhong with annoyance, "I say, are you crazy? You're injured like this and still running around to watch the fun. Aren't you afraid of aggravating the injury?"

Ren Zhong ignores her.

Captain Ma never really has a clear sense of the situation.

Although on the surface he looks miserable, he's nearly recovered, yet this real suspect has no right to say anything.

"Sun Miao is leaving."

Ma Xiaoling: "What..."

Before Ren Zhong finishes speaking, chaos erupts below, and the Black Armored Soldier along with Sun Miao almost fly out of the town gate in tandem with his words.

The filthy, untidy Brother Sun is still in the same stance, still raising his hand.

But the scene slightly changes; Sun Miao doesn't lazily wave goodbye but clutches his right hand tightly into a fist.

His right fist is raised high towards the sky and then violently smashed onto his left chest.

Even from dozens of meters away, watching Sun Miao's back, Ren Zhong seems to hear a loud boom in his ears.

Immediately, Sun Miao says nothing, accelerates forward, heading straight for the distant Floating Island.

Ma Xiaoling looks completely confused, "What! Really leaving! Seriously, there's no med..."

Boom!

She's startled by the loud noise beside her.

She turns her head and sees Ren Zhong also furiously pounding his right fist into his own left chest, his gaze determined, his expression solemn.

Ma Xiaoling scratches her head and asks, "What are you doing? Self-harm?"

Ren Zhong releases his hand, shaking his head, "We are offering our hearts for our dreams!"

Ma Xiaoling: "What is your dream?"

"To save... the wastelanders."

Ma Xiaoling is silent for a moment, "I thank you on behalf of my dad."

Ren Zhong shakes his head.

In fact, he would prefer to hear Ma Xiaoling say, "I thank you on behalf of all who suffer."

But of course, no thanks are needed.

"You don't need to worry about the doctor; Sun Miao has it arranged."

...

Day 52, evening, Ju Qingmeng's master bedroom.

Boss Yang and Ren Gushen, the master and servant duo, begin their daily stock market discussion.

But at this moment, Yang Bingzhong is a bit dejected, while Ren Zhong looks at his boss with a slightly disappointed and angry gaze.

"Boss Yang, you were hasty."

Yang Bingzhong: "Alas, yes. I really didn't think it could still go down, sold too soon."

This afternoon, the crystal chip stock that Ren Zhong had instructed Yang Bingzhong to short last night began to plummet, with the stock price being halved and touching the ground in just six hours.

With five times leverage, Yang Bingzhong was in ecstasy, watching the stock index in the office all the way, his heart pounding.

When the stock price fell to 70% of the short-selling level, Yang Bingzhong calculated and saw nearly 30 million in profit within reach, gritted his teeth, and chose to liquidate, taking the profit safely.

His mindset was very reasonable.

You know, although the profit from Starfire Resources is high, netting thirty million in one day is a taste he had never imagined.

If he could earn that much every day, within a year, it would be 10.95 billion!

Even more money than he made with Alien Ore!

Twice as much!

Remember, he had been painstakingly planning for Alien Ore for over a decade, constantly on edge, and it took him over ten years to wait for the day to rise above the clouds.

Under Ren Zhong's guidance, making money from the stock market was so easy and enjoyable.

Ren Zhong previously taught Yang Bingzhong to buy Tianzhang Technology, helping him understand Ren Gushen's prowess in predicting rises.

This time, Ren Zhong taught Yang Bingzhong to short sell, letting him understand the magical ability to foresee declines.

At the moment the transaction was completed, Yang Bingzhong was so excited he couldn't contain himself and felt deeply fortunate about his decision to go all in and leverage last night.