Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 525 Don't rush, let me finish this cup of coffee before buying at the bottom.

On the limit-down board of Jiangning Pharmaceutical, the layers upon layers of dense sell orders piled up like a mountain, resembling a wall of despairing sighs.

What's even more suffocating is that every second, new, blood-soaked, tear-stained orders are flooding in, desperately trying to jump off this sinking behemoth to escape.

All shareholders, whether retail or institutional, had only one thought in their minds: escape! Escape at all costs!

"Tsk tsk," Yang Bin picked up the steaming freshly ground coffee that Lin Wei had just brought in, blew on it leisurely, took a small sip, but stared sharply at the screen: "Look, another hundred thousand sell orders have flooded in... These people are really scared out of their wits."

He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were commenting on a lively event that had nothing to do with him.

Before he finished speaking, his free left hand deftly typed a few commands on the keyboard, and a buy order of up to 50 million silently disappeared into the surging torrent of sell orders.

Because the panic selling was so overwhelming, their buying was like fish entering the ocean, without any resistance.

In just over ten minutes, the two of them devoured a bargain worth more than 100 million yuan in a way that was almost imperceptible!

The heavy limit down board didn't even cause a ripple. The total number of sell orders not only didn't decrease, but continued to increase under the desperate selling pressure!

The reason is simple: the panic selling pressure is like a flood breaking through a dam. Their seemingly huge buying volume is insignificant in the face of this massive amount of shares rushing to the bottom, like trying to scoop water from Niagara Falls.

Thus, an extremely absurd drama unfolded in the trading room:

Outside the walls lies a financial inferno of catastrophe and devastation, where countless fortunes have been reduced to ashes in the flames of panic.

Inside the walls, Shen Jun and Yang Bin felt as if they were in an elegant tea room.

They leisurely savored the pastries Lin Wei had carefully prepared, occasionally sipping a cup of fragrant coffee, their fingertips dancing lightly on the keyboard, as if browsing a dazzling online supermarket, calmly sweeping those "bloodstained chips"—marked with despair and trampled beyond recognition—into their "shopping carts," one by one, box by box.

This kind of "shopping spree" that allows them to strategize and stroll leisurely in the eye of the storm not only brings them huge expectations of wealth, but also fosters an unprecedented sense of psychological superiority, as if they are in control of the whole situation.

They are predators in the storm, waiting for their prey to exhaust their last bit of strength in panic.

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at the same time.

The conference room on the top floor of the Jiangning Pharmaceutical headquarters building.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, leaden-gray clouds hung low and rolled, as if they were about to crush this building, a symbol of wealth and technology, at any moment.

Indoors, the air was so stagnant it felt almost solid, making it suffocating.

Deathly silence, absolute deathly silence, so profound that even the sound of a pin dropping would be amplified infinitely.

An Qi sat upright in the main seat, her face, which had once captivated all and was hailed as the "flower of unparalleled beauty," now seemed to be covered with ice that had never melted.

Beneath the ice, those once bright and beautiful eyes now held a chillingly sharp edge, coldly sweeping over the people standing below with their heads bowed.

"And the result?" An Qi spoke slowly, her voice not loud, but like a poisoned icicle, piercing precisely into everyone's eardrums, carrying a chilling intent. "Still not out?"

The dozen or so executives standing on either side of the oval conference table all had their heads bowed, their backs stiff as iron, and their shirts were already soaked with cold sweat, which silently slid down their temples and necks, but none of them dared to raise their hands to wipe away even a single drop.

The immense pressure made it almost impossible for them to breathe, and the air was thick with the smell of fear.

"The company poured a full 1.4 billion yuan into research and development, exhausting the hard work and tireless efforts of countless people," An Qi's voice suddenly rose a notch, like ice being struck by a heavy hammer, cracking with dangerous lines, "and this is the kind of deadly result you repay us with?!"

Her fingers clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her face so dark it seemed to drip ink: "If the final cross-testing report confirms that the drug formulation itself has a fatal flaw..."

She paused deliberately, her gaze like a cold blade, slowly and precisely sweeping across each pale face: "Then, today, it won't be as simple as just letting you pack your bags and get out."

The chilling announcement was like a death knell tolling.

"All those responsible should go directly to the police station to turn themselves in."

An Qi's lips curled into a cold smile, and her words fell like ice beads: "One by one, I will reserve a good place for you in prison."

"Boom!" An invisible hammer slammed down!

Several R&D department managers swayed violently, almost losing their balance, their legs trembling uncontrollably, their eyes filled with despair.

At Jiangning Pharmaceutical, everyone knows about President An's ruthless methods.

This woman, known for her iron fist and ruthlessness, was able to protect her vast fortune in this dangerous place not because of her stunningly beautiful face, but because of the chilling decisiveness and ruthlessness ingrained in her bones.

Her words are ironclad rules, never to be broken!

The oppressive atmosphere in the conference room had reached a critical point, as if a single spark could trigger a devastating explosion.

Those usually high-spirited and commanding executives were now like lambs to the slaughter, silent and trembling, even suppressing their breathing carefully, for fear that the slightest sound would provoke the devastating wrath of the high and mighty "Ice Queen".

"Tap, tap, tap..."

An Qi's nails, painted with dark red nail polish, now resembled bloodstained claws, tapping slowly and clearly on the smooth, expensive mahogany desk.

That monotonous and cold voice sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silence, like a countdown to death, each syllable striking the already overburdened hearts of those below.

She was waiting. Waiting for that final, ultimate cross-validation report from an authoritative third-party laboratory.

That was Jiangning Pharmaceutical's last lifeline, the only rope hanging over the abyss, and the last lifeline for everyone in this conference room...

An Qi leaned back slightly, gracefully resting in the high-backed chair, and closed her eyes, as if she were taking a nap.

However, the tangible, chilling aura emanating from her body did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, it pressed down heavily on everyone's heads like an invisible cold current, making it extremely difficult for them to even breathe.

Time, in the suffocating silence and the deathly "thump-thump" of the clock, tormented by each passing second.

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