Resurrection Empire

Tang Shuying was not overjoyed, just mixed with feelings as she looked at Yang Bingzhong, "Mr. Yang..."

"I've already done my utmost; don't expect more. Following Ren Zhong is like following me. If you truly show your full charm in bed every day and keep things fresh with Ren Zhong, he naturally won't tire of you easily."

Tang Shuying finally lowered her head helplessly, "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your mercy."

"Hmm."

Tonight, Mr. Yang was destined to be filled with mixed emotions, every second feeling like riding a roller coaster.

He hurried back to his own bedroom first.

Meanwhile, the bodyguard team had placed the Qingfeng Heavy Truck into the detector, beginning a thorough examination of the vehicle.

Entering the hibernation space, Yang Bingzhong checked the black box of the Qingfeng Heavy Truck online.

The data recorded in the black box was comprehensive, with travel routes, images from omnidirectional cameras placed at the four corners above the cabin, and every operation data record of the driver.

After reviewing this information, Yang Bingzhong was puzzled.

Although the entire convoy's journey today was occasionally thrilling, there was nothing unusual throughout the process.

Tang Shuying, the driver, indeed never touched the truck's cargo compartment.

The operation records in the black box were as normal as could be.

It's worth noting that when he modified the Qingfeng Heavy Truck, he had additionally upgraded this black box.

As long as anyone tried to manipulate the vehicle through the automatic control system, nothing could escape unnoticed.

Also, theoretically, nobody could rely on pre-arranging anything with the Qingfeng Heavy Truck to commit theft from inside.

There were eight vehicles in the entire convoy. Only one would be loaded with cargo; the others were decoys.

All the vehicles had undergone camouflage modifications, nearly identical in appearance and interior.

He also assigned drivers and vehicles on the spot; nobody could have known in advance which one he was going to drive.

Moreover, even if someone familiar with the vehicles could broadly distinguish which belonged to whom, it should have been the one he inserted that got targeted.

After all, from a psychological perspective, the most dangerous place is the safest place, so the possibility of those two vehicles carrying actual cargo is naturally higher.

Also, how did the goods disappear?

Is it possible that someone secretly intercepted it along the way?

Yang Bingzhong found this unrealistic too.

Because the convoy's route was planned last-minute as the convoy was about to set off by him.

The convoy moves forward a bit, then only the new route appears; even Tang Shuying didn't know where they would pass five minutes later.

The black box also showed no signs of any data infiltration.

The convoy's route and his Plan were perfectly in sync, with no record of deviation from the path.

According to the omnidirectional camera surveillance, the convoy didn't interact with anyone along the way, only encountering Ruined Beasts.

The possibility of someone in the convoy collaborating with outsiders for an ambush theft can be completely ruled out.

Then the question arises.

Where exactly did the Alien Ore go?

Was it stolen by a ghost?

Yang Bingzhong racked his brains over this, unable to fathom it.

During this time, he also took a look at the stock market.

Very well, both accounts had completed the liquidation, with the final reclaimed funds amounting to 3.871 billion.

The large sell orders from the private equity side caused a slight dip in stock prices, resulting in a lower transaction price, but it was still acceptable.

Afterwards, Yang Bingzhong pondered a bit, calculated again, and half-jokingly asked Ren Zhong.

"Should we place a short order now?"

Ren Zhong only replied with one word, "Go."

With a slightly painful feeling, Yang Bingzhong placed two short orders.

One was for 5.13 billion after maxing out the leverage, from his own account.

The other was an additional order with five times the leverage, amounting to 14.225 billion on the private equity side.

The private equity manager thought he was completely insane and couldn't help but try to dissuade him.

Mr. Yang laughed heartily.

People laugh at me for being crazed, I laugh because they can't see through.

When others are greedy, I am fearful; when others are fearful, I am greedy!

"Do it! Just do it! Follow my lead! Our conversations are all archived, don't make any assumptions, don't gamble with your own career."

The private equity manager gritted his teeth, but was also excited, his face flushed with warmth, "Alright! If you're going crazy, Mr. Yang, I'll gamble my career and go crazy with you! I've placed it!"

"Good! We'll hit it big this time, I'll reward you well later!"

Subsequently, Mr. Yang immediately forgot about the stock market matter and once again tried to unravel every detail of the convoy like Sherlock Holmes to find some clue.

Until two in the morning, he finally gave up.

He couldn't do it.