Chapter 122: The Realm of Winning Without Lifting a Bottom

Seeing his younger sister's beaming face, her wish fulfilled, Qin Han was momentarily dazed.
Back when Changqing Tianxi was still just laying the foundation, this girl had nagged him countless times, saying she'd be overjoyed if she could open a Jiangjin Hotel there.
Now, that wish was actually going to be fulfilled with a staggering 20 billion yuan.
'This way, those bastards from Fang Huan Investment won't spend a penny, they'll get something for nothing, making money while lying down! And they'll be using Jiangjin Group as a pawn?'
Qin Han muttered to himself, a cold glint in his eyes.
"Brother, can this be settled quickly?" Qin Lan blinked her big eyes, full of anticipation.
"Alright, I know. I also have to invest in a mobile phone manufacturer, I don't have time to waste on other trivial matters. I'll get on with it as soon as possible."
Qin Han nodded.
"Yay! You're the best, brother!" Qin Lan cheered.
"As long as this is settled, I promise I'll never bother you with hotel matters again! Come on, pinky promise!"
Qin Han looked at his sister's smug, self-satisfied expression and shook his head helplessly.
Although he considered Fang Huan Investment and his cronies to be nothing more than opportunistic "financial robbers," in the current situation, they had actually succeeded.
At this moment, the ownership of Changqing Tianxi had become even more uncertain in the domestic business world due to Jiang Jin Group's sudden "entry into the fray," and the public opinion arena was already turbulent with undercurrents.
But for Fang Huan Investment, the focus at this moment was on another earth-shattering event.
"They're insane! These British guys are really crazy?!"
"Holy crap...this...this thing actually passed?!"
In the chairman's office of Fanghuan Investment, Huang Fengwen and a group of senior executives stared intently at the live broadcast on the screen, their jaws dropping.
The British Empire, the Brexit referendum.
After the Prime Minister's impassioned speech, a nationwide referendum was swiftly held, and the results had just been announced.
The result: by a mere 2%, the Leave campaign won!
This means that the British Empire has officially severed ties with the European Union, parting ways!
The news sent shockwaves through the entire European continent, with a deluge of comments calling it "the greatest betrayal of the century" and "the sinners of Europe."
"What about...what about all those positions we've been holding?"
Huang Fengwen's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, not from fear, but from sheer excitement!
He stared intently at the screen, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
"Chairman Huang, this is amazing!"
Director Liu Zhuo, his face beaming, pointed at the candlestick chart on the screen, as excited as if he'd won the lottery.
"It's absolutely insane! The entire market is plummeting!
Especially the pound, its price is crashing like Niagara Falls!"
The pound's price was dropping rapidly, meaning their profits were soaring!
Su Hao, whom Huang Fengwen privately called a "genius prodigy," had long anticipated this dramatic turn of events and had his team lay a massive short net on the pound and various related assets beforehand.
"Have these Brits all lost their minds? Brexit is clearly more harmful than beneficial, what are they after?"
One director expressed utter bewilderment.
"What else could they be after? They're just fed up with all the chaos caused by immigration issues, their resentment and insecurity are reaching a breaking point," a senior executive succinctly pointed out.
"Plus, those few minor terrorist attacks recently broke the camel's back."
The British public hates immigrants, for a simple reason: those foreigners are taking their jobs with ridiculously low wages.
But the question is, even if all the immigrants left, would jobs magically appear?
Naive! With rising labor costs, businesses will reduce hiring, not expand, to maintain profits;
Conversely, prices will skyrocket due to increased costs, and inflation is imminent.
Even worse, the trade and tax benefits they previously enjoyed within the EU are now gone.
Where will the British economy go from here?
No one could have predicted it; the scene was shrouded in gloom and despair!
“Mr. Su…Mr. Su!” A trader looked at Su Hao with eyes filled with fanatical admiration, almost prostrating himself.
“Shouldn’t we cash out now, close some positions, and then look for a short-term rebound?”
“Yes, Mr. Su! Our profits have suddenly reached thirty percent!”
Thirty percent of 15 billion.
Just this tremor of “Brexit” and they’ve netted 4.5 billion!
Even more terrifying, Su Hao’s eyes told them that this was far from the end! This was just the beginning!
The pound, major bank stocks, all the British companies that had once benefited from the EU…
Now, not one, not one, could escape!
They were all being subjected to a carpet bombing, stock prices plummeting, a scene of utter devastation and widespread despair.
Of course, as some employees worried, the market had fallen so sharply that a technical rebound was indeed possible.
Su Hao's fingers lightly traced the holdings list in front of him, stock codes flashing past.
He felt nothing.
There was no urge to "take profits while you can," nor any impatience to "secure your gains."
Or rather, his "intuition" told him that in this chaotic situation, any attempt to catch a rebound in the short term was like playing with fire.
One wrong move, and he might lose more than he gained, missing out on a bigger opportunity.
Since that was the case, only one strategy remained.
"Continue to hold."
Su Hao spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority that instantly quelled all the restlessness in the trading room.
In this turbulent wave sweeping across the global financial markets, all they needed to do was elegantly brew a pot of good tea and leisurely wait for the money to magically flow into their pockets.
Is this the legendary state of "winning without effort"?