Chapter 305 I'm bankrupt!! Just let me die!!

The scene along the way was shocking.

The once clean and bright corridors and workshops were now in complete shambles.

Large sections of the ceiling had collapsed, exposing the ghastly pipes.

The walls were cracked, twisted, and deformed.

Scattered documents, shattered computer screens, and... were visible everywhere.

Those expensive precision devices that they usually needed to maintain with great care.

Precision testing instruments were toppled over, their casings shattered, with internal precision components exposed and covered in dust.

Rows of automated robotic arms were twisted into bizarre shapes, and some core chips and optical components had fallen directly out of the cabinets, turning into fragments all over the floor.

At a glance, the scrap rate of the equipment was shockingly high.

Almost none of them remained intact.

The air was filled with dust and the smell of burnt circuit boards, along with a faint... aura of despair.

"It's over... It's all over..." Sato muttered to himself as he looked at the scene before him.

Although he hated this job and the Section Chief who exploited him, he knew the value of this equipment all too well; everything before his eyes meant an incalculable loss.

More and more people crawled out from the ruins in every corner.

Like them, they were all covered in dirt, filled with panic and confusion, running towards the relatively open square within the industrial park like frightened rabbits.

With no one to direct them, the instinct for survival drove them to gather together.

Soon, a dense crowd of people had gathered in the square.

The shaken people looked at each other, confirming each other's safety, and then various sounds erupted like a floodgate opening:

"Baka yaro! How could there be such a big earthquake suddenly?! What is the Meteorological Agency doing?!"

"I was scared to death! I was almost hit by the falling ceiling just now!"

"My phone! My wallet is still inside!"

"Is anyone injured? Quickly check on the people around you!"

"Section Chief! Where is the Section Chief?"

"XXX! Are you alright?!"

Cries, curses, and shouts searching for colleagues and relatives... intertwined, and the scene began to become chaotic.

Yamada and Sato leaned against each other, looking at the colleagues and superiors before them who were as disheveled as they were, their feelings complex to the extreme.

Most people were indeed fine.

Except for a few unlucky ones who were extremely unfortunate—hit by heavy objects or buried too deep to escape in time—most people only suffered fright and some minor injuries.

Sato subconsciously swallowed his saliva and secretly glanced at Yamada beside him.

Lowering his voice, with an expression like he had seen a ghost: "Ya... Yamada-senpai... do... do you still remember what I... just said?"

Yamada's body stiffened slightly, and an extremely strange look appeared on his face as well.

He certainly remembered.

Just less than a minute before the earthquake occurred, Sato was still gnashing his teeth and cursing that black-hearted Section Chief.

Saying — "I really want him to taste what it's like to go bankrupt and have nowhere to turn."

This... this is too fucking coincidental, right?!

It was so coincidental that it made one's spine chill.

The two looked at each other, both seeing deep shock and a hint of indescribable absurdity in each other's eyes.

Could this be the legendary... jinx?

Or had one of their mouths been blessed?!

Just then, a heart-wrenching howl came from the front of the crowd:

"My company! My equipment! It's all over! It's all over!! Wuwuwuwu..."

It was that black-hearted Section Chief who had previously scolded Sato relentlessly, now sitting slumped on the ground.

Grabbing his hair with both hands, looking at the distant factory workshops that had already become ruins and wreckage, he was crying like a two-hundred-pound child.

His image of being dressed in a suit and leather shoes was long gone; his hair was disheveled, his face covered in dust and tears, snot and tears smeared all over his face, acting like a madman.

"It's over! The loan hasn't been paid off yet! Insurance can't cover this much! I'm bankrupt! I'm really going bankrupt!"

"Let me die! Just let me die!!" The Section Chief wailed while suddenly scrambling up, making a move to dash towards a sharp piece of concrete debris nearby!

"Section Chief! Don't!"

"Stop him! Quickly, stop him!"

Several quick-reacting employees nearby hurriedly scrambled to grab him and hold him tight.

It wasn't that they cared much about this superior who usually exploited them, but rather they were forced by reality.

If the boss died now, who would they ask for their unpaid wages and severance pay?

Although, looking at the boss in such a miserable state now, he probably couldn't come up with much money, but it was still better than losing everything!

The Section Chief was stopped by the crowd, slumped powerlessly to the ground, and continued to wail loudly, his crying filled with genuine despair and collapse.

Similar scenes were constantly playing out across the entire technology industrial cluster.

Countless corporate bosses, company presidents, and factory managers watched as the industries they had invested huge sums of money in and painstakingly managed for years vanished into thin air in just over ten seconds.

Watching those precision devices, which were more valuable than their own lives, turn into a pile of scrap metal, they all beat their chests and stamped their feet, wailing to the heavens.

Especially those company heads who owned top-tier equipment like lithography machines; after initially understanding the tragic state of the core areas, many of them simply went black before their eyes and fainted on the spot.

The loss of this equipment was not just their personal bankruptcy, but a severe blow to the foundation of the country's high-end manufacturing industry.

When the news reached the high-level government of Sakura Country, officials in relevant departments also basically went black before their eyes upon receiving the preliminary loss report, their blood pressure soaring, feeling as if their hearts were dripping blood.

This loss was too heavy!

"Heart-wrenching" was not enough to describe it.

And Jiang Jing, who caused all of this, was currently lying on a luxurious large bed in the Imperial Capital Hotel, sleeping incredibly soundly.

A faint smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth, looking forward to how the news tomorrow morning would report this sudden disaster.

...

The next morning, Jiang Jing woke up feeling refreshed, feeling that he had slept exceptionally well last night.

He leisurely enjoyed the sumptuous breakfast delivered by the hotel, while opening his phone, beginning to browse international news with great interest.

Sure enough, the front-page headlines of major news websites and social platforms were firmly occupied by the same message —

[Breaking! A 7.0 magnitude earthquake occurred in the Kansai region of Sakura Country, causing heavy losses in the XXXX technology industrial cluster!]

[Nightmare for precision manufacturing! Strong earthquake severely hits the core area of Sakura Country's semiconductor and electronics industry!]

[Natural disaster! Sakura Country's top lithography machines suspected to be destroyed in the earthquake, losses incalculable!]