Chapter 304 I really want to bankrupt that heartless boss!

It gathered many world-renowned tech giants and their core R&D and manufacturing centers, including companies that possessed top-tier lithography machine technology.

"Let you taste the feeling of having your hard work destroyed in an instant as well."

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Jing's eyes. In the coordinate input field, he precisely typed in the latitude and longitude coordinates of the area's center.

Then, his finger placed itself on the intensity slider without hesitation and dragged it straight to the far right end, representing the maximum destructive power—Level 7.

"I'm sending you a thorough, earth-shaking experience!"

His fingertip pressed the confirm button.

"Hum..."

The earthquake inducer in his hand emitted an extremely faint hum, and the coordinate and intensity indicators on the screen instantly turned red and flashed once.

Immediately after, the entire device transformed into a subtle silver stream of light, flickering in the air like a firefly before vanishing completely, as if it had never existed.

Jiang Jing looked at his empty palm and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

He lay back comfortably on the soft bed, hands behind his head, a look of anticipation curling the corners of his mouth.

"Alright, the gift has been packed and sent. Now, I'll just wait to see tomorrow's news headlines..."

...

Meanwhile, in Sakura Country, at the XXXX Technology Industry Cluster, outside the core cleanroom of a large electronics enterprise.

It was late at night, but the workshop was still brightly lit.

Two men in their thirties, wearing dust-proof suits and masks, were taking advantage of a short break.

Leaning against the wall in the designated smoking area, they smoked greedily, their faces full of exhaustion and numbness.

"Yamada-senpai, I really... can't hold on much longer." The younger Sato took a deep drag of his cigarette and complained in a hoarse voice.

"The Section Chief called me into his office again today, saying the yield rate of the module I was responsible for last month was 0.5 percentage points lower, and he lectured me for a full half hour!"

"He said things like 'The company doesn't support trash' and 'You need to be worth your salary'..."

"But that was clearly because of an issue with the upstream raw material batch!"

The middle-aged man called Yamada-senpai gave a bitter smile, flicked the ash from his cigarette, his eyes equally dull: "What can we do, Sato-kun."

"Our country is just like this. The lifetime employment system has long existed in name only, and the employment pressure is greater than Mount Fuji."

"I still have a mortgage at home, two children to put through school, and my wife doesn't have a job..."

"Even if the Section Chief points at my nose and calls me an idiot, I can only lower my head and say—'Hai! Sorry to have caused you trouble!'"

"And then come back to work overtime."

He sighed and continued: "One person has to support a whole family. I can't get sick, I can't get angry, and I definitely can't quit. All the pressure has to be swallowed silently."

Sato nodded in empathy, his eyes filled with suppressed resentment and unwillingness.

Gritting his teeth, he cursed in a low voice: "That damn heartless Section Chief! He only knows how to exploit us!"

"He takes all the credit for himself, and when something goes wrong, he pushes it all onto us subordinates!"

"I really want... I really want to let that bastard taste the feeling of going bankrupt and having nowhere to turn, to let him experience what despair is!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with the twisted resentment of long-term oppression.

Yamada, standing beside him, didn't speak; he just silently lit another cigarette, a similar look flashing through his cloudy eyes.

They were like countless screws struggling to survive in this massive social machine, their edges worn away by the heavy pressure of life.

They could only curse their unfair fate and the upper echelons who exploited them in lonely corners, using the most vicious language.

After venting, Sato stubbed out his cigarette butt fiercely in the trash can and took a deep breath, as if trying to press all his negative emotions back into the depths of his heart.

Resignedly, he said: "Let's go, Yamada-senpai. The work still needs to be done, and the overtime still needs to be worked."

Yamada nodded. The two tidied themselves up, put their dust-proof suits back on, and prepared to return to that suffocating cleanroom.

Just as Sato finished speaking and Yamada nodded—

"Hum..."

The ground beneath their feet transmitted a slight vibration without any warning, as if a heavy truck had driven by in the distance.

The two paused, looked at each other, and saw a trace of confusion in each other's eyes.

This was an industrial zone, so heavy vehicles weren't strange, but this vibration...

Before they could react, the slight vibration intensified abruptly in less than a second!

"Rumble—!!!"

It was as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for a thousand years deep underground had suddenly awakened, letting out an angry roar.

The entire earth began to jolt violently and crazily up and down, swaying from side to side.

"Earth... Earthquake!! It's a big earthquake!!" Yamada's face instantly turned pale, and he let out a terrified scream.

"Get down! Get down quickly! Find a sturdy place!" Sato was also scared out of his wits, instinctively roaring according to the steps of earthquake drills, but his body was frozen with extreme fear.

However, the intensity of the vibration far exceeded their imagination.

Level 7! This was a destructive intensity!

The fluorescent lights overhead flickered wildly, then burst with a crackling sound, fragments falling like raindrops.

The walls made a teeth-grinding, warping sound, and large patches of white plaster peeled off, revealing the twisted steel bars inside.

The cleanroom they relied on for a living—the heavy isolation door groaned with a creaking sound amidst the violent shaking, as if it would fall apart in the next second.

In the distance, even more terrifying loud noises came—the collapse of factory buildings, the shattering of glass curtain walls, the various sounds of precision instruments falling from heights and smashing onto the ground.

"My god..." Sato collapsed to the ground, watching the doomsday-like scene before him, his mind blank.

He had just been cursing the Section Chief to go bankrupt and despair, but he hadn't expected that in the blink of an eye, despair would descend upon them all in such a more violent way.

The violent shaking continued, as if there were no end.

The two "corporate slaves" who had just been complaining about the hardships of life could only hold onto a nearby load-bearing pillar for dear life, praying that they could survive safely.

That violent shaking, which lasted only a dozen seconds, felt as long as a century.

When the earth beneath their feet finally stopped jolting, the whole world seemed to have been pressed on mute.

Only deathly silence remained, along with the sporadic, muffled sounds of building debris continuing to collapse under the strain in the distance.

Yamada and Sato, this pair of brothers in misery, crawled out covered in dust from a pile of fallen plasterboards and metal supports.

Their dust-proof suits were already tattered, and their faces and hands were covered in dust and small scratches.

They gasped for air, still shaken, their hearts almost jumping out of their throats.

"Still... still alive..." Sato's voice trembled, filled with the disbelief of surviving a disaster.

"Quick! Get out! It's not safe here!" Yamada, slightly calmer, pulled up the still-weak Sato and stumbled toward the direction of the outside in his memory.

[Thanks to Qingduan-dada for the two milk teas]