At this moment, Yang Bingzhong’s wrist watch vibrated slightly.
The buyer of the Alien Ore Extract had sent him a message.
Taking a few deep breaths, Yang Bingzhong waved his hand, instructing everyone to standby where they were.
After waiting approximately two minutes, Yang Bingzhong watched a technologically advanced battle airship quickly ascend into the sky, disappearing into the night. He exhaled a murky breath with a stern face, "Drive all the vehicles into the town."
Just now, he had lied to the buyer with significant influence.
He simply said that a minor accident occurred, the goods had not arrived today, and were still in Starfire Town; he would find a way next.
There were still 25 days before the Pu Cha, plenty of time to assure the buyer.
The buyer, although somewhat angry, only said this would not set a precedent.
Tang Shuying and the others exchanged glances, none attempting to escape, only fearfully getting into the vehicles and following into the town.
To escape from a Fifth Level War Artist was too difficult.
Moreover, even if ten people each choose a different direction to scatter and escape, the few who might survive would have no purpose.
With Yang Bingzhong’s means, he could inevitably issue an official warrant with the Business Association’s stamp here in Chromium Carbon Town directly against them.
By then, everyone here would have no way out, so it might be better to give up struggling and await disposition.
After all, they truly did not know what had happened.
They also felt no guilt.
Yang Bingzhong asked them to escort the convoy, and they did so wholeheartedly.
After crossing 1,500 kilometers, going through dozens of skirmishes, rushing forwards with tight urgency, and dealing with several crises due to hastening, they managed to arrive at Chromium Carbon Town on time, hoping to claim credit, only to be hit hard.
Up front, Yang Bingzhong’s spider tank continued advancing with a clattering sound, while a swarm of flying battle machines circled everyone.
Tang Shuying, driving Ren Zhong’s Qingfeng Heavy Truck with a stiff body, looked fearfully and sadly at the spider tank in front, remaining silent with tears streaming down her face.
As for Yang Bingzhong, he was now speaking with Ren Zhong, who was lying in the top floor office, watching the market in a dream space, with a mixture of complex emotions.
Ren Zhong: "General Manager Yang, I’ve cleared my holdings here. My initial investment of 6.2 million has turned into 23.6034 million, and I’ve captured roughly a 280.7% increase. How about over on your side?"
Yang Bingzhong: "My size is too large, even though I split it into countless ultra-small and medium-small orders, I’ve only liquidated less than half."
"Hmm, no hurry. The long-term trend looks promising, and surely someone will take over."
"Are you certain it’ll fall next, Ren Zhong? Approximately how long? How much can it rise before that?"
Ren Zhong laughed heartily, "General Manager Yang, are you worried about selling too early and missing out on profit? Don’t worry, my judgment is always accurate. No need to panic. After yours are out, we’ll observe a bit, and it’ll still be time for you to short. Ah, just a pity that I can’t short, regrettable!"
Yang Bingzhong: "..."
He almost couldn’t resist confessing the truth to Ren Zhong.
You feel confident, but I’ve placed a short order worth twenty billion on the other side already!
But eventually, he held back.
After all, this was a sly move to bypass Ren Zhong’s 10% commission, akin to using Ren Zhong’s information while also stealing his share.
Speaking of it would harm the relationship.
Shouldn’t... cause a big issue, right?
Entering Chromium Carbon Town, Yang Bingzhong retracted the flight machines.
Tang Shuying and others followed him obediently, not daring to speak or exchange whispers.
They arrived at the submarine building of Starfire Resources.
Yang Bingzhong turned around, calling the bodyguards on night watch to come over, first deactivating everyone’s equipment, then injecting the Armored Soldiers with a Gene Inhibitor to limit their abilities, locking them all in a high-strength alloy dungeon beneath the submarine building workshop.
As he was leaving, Yang Bingzhong casually glanced at Tang Shuying, his former lover, seeing her eyes filled with despair nearly giving up hope. He sighed, "Tang Shuying, I actually know you aren’t really suspicious. You don’t have the guts. But the goods in the convoy are significant, if lost, as the person responsible and the driver of that vehicle, you must take responsibility."
Tang Shuying wiped away tears from the corner of her eyes, "General Manager Yang, it’s my fault. I’ve disappointed you, whether in life or death, I have no complaints."
Yang Bingzhong waved his hand, "Don’t always talk about life and death. After all, you were once my woman, and I do have some feelings for you. You should actually thank Ren Zhong, if not for his infatuation with your body, I might have killed you today. So, tomorrow I will invite a Telekinesis Master to conduct a psychological examination on you all. Once it’s determined you aren’t suspicious, I’ll naturally spare you. Afterwards, just continue to please Ren Zhong."