Resurrection Empire

The excess secretion of adrenaline and dopamine constantly stimulated his soul every moment.

Even more terrifying is that the Source Star stock market operates 24 hours a day, all year round.

This is an abyss that can devour the soul.

The terrifying vortex keeps accelerating, and the suction keeps magnifying.

Yang Bingzhong is fully aware of this.

He used to know how to guard against it.

But now, thinking he had found the secret to wealth, he completely opened his heart to the stock market.

His joys and sorrows depended on it.

Therefore, even if there was a slight drop, he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Ren Zhong gave him a stabilizing pill.

Ren Zhong told Yang Bingzhong to calm down, this was just the beginning.

On the 63rd day, there was another small dip.

Yang Bingzhong became even more flustered, repeatedly asking Ren Zhong whether the Interstellar Shipbuilding had peaked and if he should cash out in time to ensure safety. After all, he had already made so much, and it's wise to call it quits while ahead.

Ren Zhong continued to advise him to hold steady.

At that time, Ren Zhong said, "This is a psychological struggle between the big brokers and small investors like Mr. Yang and me. The real takeoff is yet to come. Tens of trillions of Contribution Points may seem daunting, but Mr. Yang, you need to know that the capital movements you see now are all preparation for the interstellar era. In the vastness of the starry sky, there are higher civilizations waiting to engage in interstellar trade with us, so what do these Contribution Points mean? They're just a drop in the ocean."

Yang Bingzhong was reassured again.

On the 64th day, the market rose, surged!

This surge not only covered the losses of the previous two days but also gained an extra stretch upwards.

Mr. Yang now felt at ease, grinning from ear to ear, and he couldn't help but admire Ren Zhong's strategic calculations while wiping a cold sweat secretly.

Ren Zhong laughed, "Mr. Yang, you only dealt with private equity before, never played with big trades, so you're a bit inexperienced. Don't be nervous, you're fine. Once you get used to it. Seasoned investors in the stock market don't even look at their accounts usually; they only respond when receiving risk warnings from analysts like us. We're professionals. Besides, we're talking a mere ten billion or so."

Yang Bingzhong discreetly wiped away sweat, "Ren Zhong, you're right, sorry to have made a fuss, but this isn't my field. If it weren't for meeting you, I wouldn't touch the stock market again."

Even as he spoke, Mr. Yang secretly laughed at Ren Zhong.

You think I only have ten billion in there.

You're underestimating me.

Including the accounts on the private equity side, the funds I hold have reached nearly forty billion, okay!

How could I not be nervous?

You're trading stocks with my account, you can be an outsider watching the scene, but I can't do that.

As you said, this is human nature.

Yesterday, I restrained myself from cashing out, already overcoming human nature, okay!

The time returned to 3 p.m. on the 65th day, at that moment Ren Zhong was also in a mental conflict.

Because he wasn't sure whether the Interstellar Shipbuilding would plummet today or tomorrow.

After some thought, he decided not to rush to cash out and to accompany Mr. Yang for the last stretch.

Below, Ma Dafu, standing at the forefront of Starfire Town's many townspeople, began his performance again.

Unlike last time's hysteria, this time old Ma turned into a contained anger.

He did not accuse Yang Bingzhong, as that would conflict with his lie.

He just stood there quietly, anger hidden in his eyes, but with no outlet for it.

Ren Zhong gave old Ma a thumbs up.

The acting is truly brilliant, attention to detail is thorough.

"Ren Zhong, please step aside, I need to talk privately with Mr. Yang."

Ma Dafu said loudly from below.

It is somewhat intriguing, every time something significant happens in Starfire Town, Ma Fatty, who should keep a distance from the wastelanders as a privilege class, always stands at the forefront as their spokesperson. No wonder the whole town's citizens decided to backstab him, it made sense.

Ren Zhong sighed, "Mayor Ma, Mr. Yang has delegated the communication on the relocation to me. At this point, Mayor Ma, you should ask the wastelanders to go back. Mr. Yang promised there would be a new company, so there definitely will be."

Ma Dafu fell silent, ceaselessly gritting his teeth, wanting to speak but holding back.

Simultaneously, he privately transmitted to Ren Zhong, "You know that's lying. I cooperated with your lie as you requested. Ren Zhong, at this point, just tell me your plan directly, don't torment my old bones anymore."

Ren Zhong transmitted back, "Old Ma."