章 1497: Conceptual Model of Magnetic Field Generator

In the interrogation room.

Song Yangwei, who was sitting at the table in handcuffs, had his head drooped. No color was visible on his face. He was full of despair and regret.

Over.

It's all over.

He could even guess what was happening in the stock market at this moment without even looking.

Without his signature, it would be impossible for Yangwei Capital to spend a large sum of money to continue his short-selling plan. Besides, the entire company was counting on his secret weapon. Only he knew that this weapon had been confiscated…

"First name."

"Song Yangwei… Do you still need to ask this?"

"It's just a process."

Xing Bian was outside the interrogation room, he looked at Director Song's bitter face through the glass. Xing Bian continued blankly, "Then, let's get to the topic, when did you start contacting The Spirit of The Universe Foundation?"

Song Yangwei gulped.