The warehouse bosses had just issued the command: all meat vehicles must be pressed down, unload the cargo as fast as possible, and are absolutely not allowed to leave.
As soon as he left the Logistics Park, Mu Rufeng floored the accelerator, speeding wildly towards the highway.
In just over ten seconds, plenty of Security Guards in patrol vehicles were chasing after Mu Rufeng.
Soon after, many more cars followed suit, all in pursuit of Mu Rufeng.
By the time several minutes had passed and the warehouse general manager received the news, he intended to suppress the situation, but to his discovery, the truck had already vanished without a trace.
Mu Rufeng was leisurely riding the Fiery Fire War Machine.
One after another, the pursuing vehicles raced past him.
They had absolutely no idea that the very owner of the truck they were trying to track was him.
"Master, where are we going now?" Ma Qiu asked.
"Back to Qingshan City, after getting off the highway, head straight for the mines," Mu Rufeng said.
"Okay, Master." Without delay, Ma Qiu headed towards the highway toll station.
Mu Rufeng took out his phone and dialed Zhou Dalong’s number.
It rang for quite a while before being answered.
"Why are you still calling? I’m busy here; unload the goods quickly and roll back."
Zhou Dalong’s voice betrayed his exceedingly bad mood.
"Team Leader, I drove the car out," Mu Rufeng said.
"You got out—Huh? You drove out?" Zhou Dalong suddenly caught on.
"Yeah, still got more than half the load. The warehouse manager saw I was a Contractor and wanted to swindle me. I bluffed them with a toy grenade and then drove out," Mu Rufeng explained.
"More than half? Ha-ha, good, very good! Hurry back, put the pedal to the metal. Use Ghost Guile for the highway trip in the truck; don’t worry about the fuel cost, I’ll reimburse you," Zhou Dalong shouted excitedly.
"Do you have any soul banknotes on you? I’ll send you some money. Oh right, do you have a Heaven and Earth Bank Card?" Zhou Dalong asked hastily, thinking of something.
"XXXX," Mu Rufeng promptly reported his bank card number.
Free soul banknotes, why not take them?
"Alright, I’ll also cover your previous highway tolls."
Soon the soul banknotes arrived, a full thirty thousand, which surprised Mu Rufeng a bit.
But then again, the highway tolls alone were already more than eight thousand.
After hanging up, Mu Rufeng lay back on his seat, propped up his legs, and continued watching the news.
News about Wangxi’s Choice’s real-world outlets being blown up was everywhere, virtually the only topic.
Naturally, Crimson Preferred was helping fan the flames behind the scenes.
This had led Wangxi’s Choice into a deadly crisis.
At the same time, because the real-world channels of Wangxi’s Choice had been destroyed, it also stopped the gradual decline in the stock price of Crimson Preferred.
Subsequently, a massive amount of capital flowed into the market, and the stock price of Crimson Preferred began to climb again.
Needless to say, this infusion of capital was a strategy of Xu He and others.
With the stock price rising, the stockholders saw hope, the hope of making money, and started frantically buying shares of Crimson Preferred again.
And with the rise in the share price of Crimson Preferred, those who were shorting the stock were seen to change their complexion drastically.
If the stock price fell, they would make a huge profit, but if it went up, they would have to continue pouring in money, or else they would end up losing everything, down to their underwear.
"What do we do now, what do we do? President Chen?" An eighth-level Ghost King and boss was panicking, having invested all his assets into it.
"Why all the panic, how’s the setup going?" Chen Shan said with a cold voice.
"President Chen, the real-world channels have been destroyed. Re-establishment will take at least five days."
"Five days? Five days and the dish will have gone cold," a Ghost Emperor exclaimed angrily, sending an assistant flying with a slap.
"Useless, truly useless! The people selected by your convention are really something, letting the real-world channels be destroyed," another Ghost Emperor scolded, pointing at Loronia of the convention.
"You talking to me ?" Loronia responded coldly, glancing at the Ghost Emperor.
"Hmph," the Ghost Emperor snorted and said no more.
"Five days it is then. The most important thing now is to get through this difficult time, and we must get that sum of money," Chen Shan said gravely.
"Only when that money is in hand can we last this month," Chen Shan continued.
"Useless, you haven’t answered me. Is the thing I asked you to set up ready?" Chen Shan addressed the assistant.
"President Chen, it’s ready, it’s all set up," the assistant replied, climbing up and nodding continuously.
"As long as it’s ready. I’ll go there myself; prepare as much ’meat’ as possible. If I say the channel isn’t broken, then it isn’t broken. Sun Xiaotian, you handle the stock matter, make sure the plate is stable," Chen Shan instructed before pushing open the office door and walking out.
"Don’t worry, I’ll stabilize it," Sun Xiaotian responded as he watched Chen Shan leave.
Chen Shan’s approach was rather straightforward. So our real-world channel is blown up?
Fine, I’ll continue the live broadcast, taking ’meat’ out from the channel.
As for how to do the live broadcast? Easy. Just set up a similar-looking space with items that seem like teleportation portals.
Then have a few Contractors continuously throw the previously harvested flesh through it.
This way, it could temporarily stabilize the internet public, and the stock price would stop dropping again.
Even if it couldn’t continue to decrease, at least it would prevent any further rises.