Resurrection Empire

Yang Bingzhong stood tall with his hands behind his back, looking down at everyone.

The energy transmission within the Spider Tank and all flying machines simultaneously activated.

A buzzing hum filled the air around.

He slowly raised his hand high.

In the next moment, the main cannon of the Spider Tank was about to unleash a deadly strike.

But at that moment, Ren Zhong's urgent alert rang through Yang Bingzhong's communication device.

Today, Yang Bingzhong had granted Ren Zhong the highest communication privileges.

Ren Zhong's voice could automatically play in his mind.

"Mr. Yang, clear out the stocks. Do it now, sell everything, don't even leave any base positions."

Buzz!

The main cannon of the Spider Tank powered down.

The poised Yang Bingzhong immediately lowered his flag and halted his advance.

Disregarding everyone else, he swiftly completed two operations.

Firstly, he listed sell orders through an automated trading mechanism on his own account.

Secondly, he contacted the private equity manager and instructed them to immediately start liquidating holdings. He asked them not to question the reason, exhibit any hesitation, or make any personal judgments. Simultaneously, on the side of the private equity fund, their account, which had been scaled up to 20 billion for margin trading, instantly issued short sell orders.

It's no surprise, given it's Source Star; the financial system is incredibly advanced. An enormous operation involving over 20 billion in funds was thoroughly executed in just thirty seconds.

Afterward, because of the sheer volume of orders on Yang Bingzhong's side, it couldn't be settled immediately, requiring at least ten minutes to half an hour to be fully processed.

Yet, Yang Bingzhong could roughly estimate his wave of profits.

After a slow afternoon ascent, the total rise of the interstellar shipbuilding stock had just exceeded the entry price by 281.4%.

So, following the usual pattern, after his sell orders are going out, he could broadly capture a 280% gain.

The stocks worth 300 million on his personal account would convert into 1.14 billion.

Minus the 114 million automatically allocated to Ren Zhong by the system as a dividend, he could retain 1.026 billion.

As for the private equity side, the private equity fund's share of profits was much lower, calculated on a daily management fee basis, with an annual management fee rate of only 2%. Over a short 12-day cycle, the commission was nearly negligible.

The 750 million value of shares held initially would convert into a return of 2.85 billion.

Combined, it equated to using 210 million in funds to earn back 3.876 billion in less than half a month!

And that's not all!

Next, he also had a spectacular maneuver in the short-selling mechanism.

With 20 billion capital in play, even a 20% dip could fetch him a 4 billion profit.

If luck favored a 30% drop?

Hahaha!

Watching as his sell orders and short sell orders steadily filled, imagining the frenzy-faced simpletons enthusiastically taking over the shares represented by those cold numbers, and calculating the potential profits, a slight smile naturally crept onto Yang Bingzhong's lips.

The subtlety of taking profits lay in the immense sense of accomplishment when you secure substantial gains from your holdings, akin to the thrill of going all-in at the gambling table and walking away with all the chips.

Amidst such an emotional surge, Yang Bingzhong almost forgot about the rage caused by losing the Alien Ore Extract.

The reason was simple; he was on the verge of earning back the losses from the Alien Ore fiasco.

Furthermore, with every passing second, he was poised to earn even more!

Ren Zhong thought his short order would be delayed, unaware that he was already prepared with 20 billion on the opposite end!

I seamlessly connected!

My operation was ultimate!

I am that strong!

Taking a deep breath, Yang Bingzhong found his gaze softening involuntarily when he looked at Tang Shuying and others again.

"I'll deal with you later."

Suppressing the twisted excitement within, Yang Bingzhong spoke coldly.

Meanwhile, he completely shut down the main cannon power output of the Spider Tank.

The reason was simple; when clearing the interstellar shipbuilding stocks, he recalled Ren Zhong's words from that afternoon.

Ren Zhong had mentioned her specifically.

Tang Shuying still had value.

Even if the Alien Ore could not be retrieved and the losses were severe, as long as Ren Zhong remained, there was a chance to make amends.

Moreover, having calmed down again, Yang Bingzhong, well-versed in micro-expression and body language analysis, meticulously analyzed all of Tang Shuying's responses.

He could determine that Tang Shuying, the pilot, did not know the exact whereabouts of the Alien Ore.

Killing her would only be out of anger; it was better to spare her life and later bring in a Telekinesis Master for a psychological assessment, potentially uncovering some clues.

Contemplating this, Yang Bingzhong secretly felt relieved.

It was indeed wise to keep her alive.