932: Chapter 927 Aren't you afraid of choking to death?

"Young man, you understand this too?"

The Fat Boss beside him stopped, aggressively pushing Shen Yan's hand away.

"Understand my foot! This is scrap glass! It's already been sold to me!"

Shen Yan slowly took a handkerchief from his pocket and deliberately wiped his hands.

"Thirty thousand units, I'll take them all."

"I'll offer ten million."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The roaring crusher even seemed to hiccup in shock.

The Fat Boss's mouth dropped open, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

The wine bottle in Feng Dehai's hand clattered to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"How... how much?"

"Ten million."

Shen Yan's tone was as flat as if he were buying two cabbages at the market.

"Moreover, I'll add another five million to hire you as a warehousing consultant for the Shenyan Group."

"You know best how to maintain and transport these tubes."

Feng Dehai was trembling all over.

He stared at Shen Yan, his lips moving for a long time without uttering a word, then suddenly he plopped down onto his knees.

"Boss... Thank you... Thank you!"

This wasn't a business deal; it was salvation, saving the obsession he had held for twenty years.

The Fat Boss's eyes darted, and greed instantly overpowered his shock.

"Wait! I already paid a deposit for this batch! It's mine now!"

"You want to buy it? Fine, twenty million! Not one penny less!"

A classic case of holding out for a higher price.

Chen Guangke, standing behind, rolled up his sleeves, ready to rush forward.

Shen Yan raised his hand to stop him.

He turned his head to look at the insatiably greedy Fat Boss, took out his phone, and played a recording.

"...This batch of copper cables was stolen from the National Grid construction site last time. Burn off the insulation, and no one will recognize it..."

The Fat Boss's face instantly turned pale, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

This was a recording of his conversation with the fence dealer last week!

"In two minutes, a vehicle from the Economic Crime Investigation Detachment will pass by here."

Shen Yan put away his phone, his voice not loud, but sounding like the decree of an executioner.

"Do you want to take the deposit and run, or do you want to go inside and eat prison food?"

Without another word, the Fat Boss grabbed the thirty thousand yuan on the table and scrambled into his truck, flooring the accelerator and speeding away.

He didn't dare utter a sound.

Chen Guangke crowded over, his face full of admiration.

"Brother Yan, that was brilliant! How did you get a recording of that bastard?"

Shen Yan didn't explain.

"Guang Ke, arrange the convoy."

"Transport these treasures back to the lab. Tell Xie Wenyuan that his Pangu quantum skeleton has hope."

...

Dealing with the electronic tubes was just an appetizer.

The real tough fight lay with the rare metals.

Two o'clock in the morning, Jinghai's top den of luxury—the 'Heaven on Earth' club.

In the V888 private room, smoke billowed.

Ma Xiong, the Chairman of Southwest Mining, was holding two heavily made-up young models, drinking heavily with a worried expression.

The table was covered with unsigned mortgage contracts.

Because he expanded too quickly, his capital chain was broken. If he couldn't repay the Bank's five hundred million by tomorrow, his mines would be seized.

The door was pushed open.

Ma Xiong was already furious and had nowhere to vent, grabbing a wine glass to smash it.

"Who the hell let you in! Get out!"

The wine glass traced an arc in the air but was steadily caught by a hand.

Shen Yan casually placed the glass on the coffee table and sat down opposite Ma Xiong.

"Mr. Ma, don't get so angry."

"It hurts your liver."

Ma Xiong narrowed his eyes, looking at the uninvited guest.

"Shen Yan?"

As Jinghai's most rapidly rising magnate recently, Ma Xiong naturally recognized the face.

"The Shenyan Group isn't busy with your supercomputers; why are you coming to find me, a coal digger?"

"Here to watch a joke?"

Shen Yan waved his hand, signaling all extraneous people in the room to leave.

Chen Guangke wisely ushered the models out and shut the heavy soundproof door behind him.

Only the two men remained in the room.

Shen Yan got straight to the point.

"I heard Mr. Ma is hoarding eight tons of palladium and three tons of rhodium."

Ma Xiong sneered.

"What? Want to buy?"

"Currently, the market price for palladium is 450 yuan per gram, and rhodium is 2,000 yuan per gram."

"If CEO Shen wants them, I can give you a 98% discount."

This was an outrageously high price.

The international precious metals market was sluggish right now, and Ma Xiong couldn't move the goods he held, otherwise, he wouldn't be here worrying himself bald.

He was gambling.

He was betting that Shen Yan was an ignorant big spender.

Shen Yan leaned back on the sofa, his fingers lightly tapping his knee.

"Mr. Ma, let's not beat around the bush."

"Your capital shortfall is five hundred million. If you don't cover it, at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, people from the Securities Regulatory Commission will be visiting your office for tea."

Ma Xiong's expression changed, and the cigar in his hand was squeezed out of shape.

"You investigated me?"

"I didn't just investigate you."

Shen Yan leaned forward, exuding immense pressure.

"I also know that you've staked your last hope on that copper mine in Zambia, Africa."

"You're counting on the mine starting production next month to recover capital and save yourself, right?"

Ma Xiong's heart clenched sharply.

This was his final trump card, something even his wife didn't know.

"How did you know?"

Shen Yan raised his wrist and glanced at the Patek Philippe watch.

"It is now 2:10 AM."

"If my intelligence is correct, five minutes ago, opposition forces in Zambia occupied your mining area."

"The newly installed warlord just issued a statement announcing the abolition of all mining rights for foreign mining companies."

"Mr. Ma, your copper mine... is gone."

"Nonsense!"

Ma Xiong suddenly jumped up, veins bulging on his forehead.

"That's something I spent one billion to buy! And I have mercenaries guarding it! How could it be gone!"

"You are just trying to scare me to drive down the price!"

Just then, the satellite phone on the table rang.

That harsh ringing sounded like a death knell in the quiet private room.

Ma Xiong's hand trembled slightly as he answered the call.

Through the receiver, he heard his secretary's sobbing scream. Even without the speakerphone on, Shen Yan could hear it clearly.

"Boss! It's over! Everything is over!"

"There's a war over there! The mining area was blown up! All our people are running to the embassy..."

The phone slipped, falling onto the thick carpet with a muffled thud.

Ma Xiong seemed to have his spine removed, collapsing limply onto the sofa, his face ashen.

It was over.

This time, it was truly over.

Without that copper mine, his Southwest Mining was just an empty shell. Its stock price would collapse by morning.

He was going bankrupt.

"Mr. Ma."

Shen Yan's voice sounded at the right moment, devoid of emotion, yet like the whisper of a demon.

"I now give you two options."

"First, wait for bankruptcy liquidation, accumulate a mountain of debt, and spend the rest of your life in prison."

"Second."

Shen Yan took out a contract, already prepared, from his inner pocket and threw it onto the coffee table.

"Transfer all your current stock of palladium and rhodium, as well as the mining rights to your three rare metal mines in the country, to the Shenyan Group."

"I will repay your five hundred million debt for you."

"Additionally, I will give you one hundred million as a resettlement fee, enough for you to live comfortably abroad for the rest of your life."

Robbing someone while they're down.

This was blatant opportunism.

The value of those metals and mines, even during a downturn, was worth at least two billion.

Shen Yan only wanted to swallow it all for six hundred million.

Ma Xiong stared fiercely at Shen Yan, his teeth grinding audibly.

"Shen Yan... you are ruthless."

"Aren't you afraid of choking to death?"