Resurrection Empire

"Yang, your lesson is well taken."

"Alright, go get some rest."

Ren Zhong brushed past Tang Shuying as he walked out the door and down the stairs.

Ten seconds later, a text message from Tang Shuying appeared on his communicator.

"Yang Bingzhong gave me five million to upgrade my equipment. Jiang Kai was also there and got three million. You haven't been notified, right?"

Ren Zhong replied with a message, "As expected, the plan remains unchanged."

Everything was just as he anticipated; Yang Bingzhong's mindset had drastically shifted.

Ren Zhong would no longer be responsible for the convoy escort.

The escort team was reduced to just Tang Shuying and Jiang Kai.

On the previous timeline, Yang Bingzhong let Ren Zhong oversee the convoy not because of his strength, but because of his cunning in handling affairs.

If a fierce battle truly erupted, Ren Zhong, who was only a Second Level Mechanical Warrior in Yang Bingzhong's eyes, wouldn't have been of much use.

But this time, Ren Zhong's miraculous skill in stock trading was too astonishing to ignore.

In Yang Bingzhong's mind, Ren Zhong's importance perhaps even surpassed that of Alien Ore.

If Ren Zhong was also sent to escort the convoy, and something really happened, it would all be over.

Yang Bingzhong understood the principle of not putting all eggs in one basket.

However, this was precisely the effect Ren Zhong desired.

It was still 3 PM on the 65th day, and once again, countless people came to witness the relocation of Starfire Resources.

The Anti-gravity Engine inside the submarine structure began preheating right on schedule, producing a low, rumbling sound like muffled thunder.

Twenty thousand wastelanders passed through the White Wall guards once more, appearing outside the gates of Starfire Resources.

But compared to the previous tense standoff, this time the expressions on the wastelanders' faces showed less anxiety, replaced by hints of joy and anticipation.

Ma Dafu had already begun spreading new rumors related to the Starfire Resource Recycling Company in the town.

The wastelanders were filled with expectation, gathered to bid farewell to the evil dragon that had roosted in the town for sixteen years.

Ren Zhong, donned in Blue Armor, still stood high with his hands behind his back on the wall, overlooking the people below.

Meanwhile, he was busy beyond belief.

He sent messages to five people simultaneously, it was insane.

...

"Brother Wang, by 6 PM this afternoon, I'll first transfer the initial payment for the recycling company equipment to you. You can have the suppliers start preparing the goods."

Wang Zhaofu: "Got it!"

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"Teacher Ma, hold off for now, don't contact me for sparring. I'm afraid of revealing my strength."

Ma Xiaoling: "That's such a pity."

"We'll have plenty of opportunities to spar slowly another day."

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"Old Ma, regarding the people I'm taking, I'll explain to you in detail later. It's inconvenient now. Don't ask. I can't sum it up in a few words."

"Ren Zhong, don't joke with me!"

"I'm not joking. Trust me, what I do is rock-solid. I'll give you a big surprise later."

...

"Qingmeng, starting tomorrow, consider offering a 50% discount on military supplies in the mall. I'll personally subsidize the wastelanders. Yes, a 50% subsidy."

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"Hahahahaha! Yang, you're right. This Ma Dafu is pathetic and useless! What can he do? He has to cooperate with us in our act obediently. Otherwise, the wastelanders below would immediately riot, and at least half would die before the census."

Yang Bingzhong: "Of course. Ren Zhong, your idea of a new company coming in is a fine one, indeed a strategy Ma Dafu has no choice but to accept. Look at these wastelanders, thinking their dawn has come, tsk tsk. By the way, come straight to my office later; we can chat about Starship Shipbuilding on the way. Are you still confident it can continue to rise for eighteen consecutive days?"

Ren Zhong: "According to my theory, it's pretty much certain!"

From day 60 to day 65, many stories had unfolded in the stock market, leaving Yang Bingzhong feeling as if he were on a roller coaster.

Ren Zhong, however, hardly paid detailed attention throughout.

He had already completed all his arrangements.

He didn't even remember every little detail from when Starship Shipbuilding rose to its eventual fall.

He could only be sure that, driven by ever-increasing desires, Yang Bingzhong had been led into a trap of his own making.

As the company relocation drew near, Yang's concern was neither about the company nor the convoy assigned to Tang Shuying, but all about Starship Shipbuilding.

This showed that Yang Bingzhong's mind was completely dominated by stocks!

No small setbacks in between could reverse Yang Bingzhong's fate.

Now, as long as Ren Zhong didn't explicitly force him to stop, even just slightly changing the narrative, Yang's express to the eighteenth level of hell couldn't be stopped.

His foot was welded to the gas pedal.

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