Chapter 276: Sacrificing Himself to Blow Up the Bunker

"Holy crap! He wouldn't be thinking of...dumping all 100 billion into the French stock market in one go, would he?!"
Huang Fengwen's words caused an uproar in the conference room. The executives buzzed with discussion, like a swarm of wasps whose nest had been disturbed.
What a joke!
The French stock market is less than a third the size of the A-share market!
Dumping 100 billion in cash like garbage isn't investment; it's war!
It's an act of violence capable of triggering a financial tsunami!
"Chairman Su is known as the 'God of Investment' in China. He...he wouldn't do something so extreme, would he?"
"Exactly! Even if you dumped 50 billion, let alone 100 billion, the regulatory agencies would go crazy!"
Logically, everyone thought it was a pipe dream.
However, amidst the clamor, Huang Fengwen keenly realized one thing:
They had all overlooked a crucial factor.
They had no idea that those French bastards were... daring to challenge the sleeping lion!
***
[Brexit negotiations, the US-China trade war, the collapse of Japan's YCC policy... multiple factors combined have plunged the global stock market into a freeze.]
Su Hao was munching on an apple, his eyes quickly scanning the global market analysis report just sent by the research department.
Lunch break? Forget about it.
The mess in France didn't even leave him the leisure to go to a restaurant for lunch.
He had to seize every second.
"Indeed, the market right now is as fragile as paper," he muttered to himself.
This year's market is even more treacherous than last year's.
Especially the YCC storm in Japan; the aftershocks of its massive impact are still raging in every corner of the globe.
"Chairman Su, all the funds have been recovered!"
"Huh? Why didn't you guys go to eat?"
Su Hao looked up and saw his team members gathered around him.
"Chairman Su, you're still here holding the fort, how could we dare to slip away..."
Liang Haiyuan chuckled, then handed over a report.
"Oh, by the way, Chairman Su, we just calculated that after withdrawing all the funds and deducting all costs, we made a profit of about 2%."
2% of 100 billion is 2 billion.
"Oh, only 2 billion, that's nothing."
Liang Haiyuan's lips twitched:
"Yes...yes...2 billion is actually a huge sum.
But it's strange, working with you, Chairman Su, 2 billion always feels like 200 yuan, haha..."
Su Hao, of course, didn't think it was much.
This money wasn't originally invested to make money; it was just temporarily placed in a safe pool.
However, earning an unexpected 2% in such a short time is a decent bonus.
"What's the public opinion like in France right now?" Su Hao changed the subject.
"It's about even. Some are praising it, some are criticizing it.
But because the policy hasn't been officially implemented yet, most ordinary people are still in a state of confusion.
The research department's conclusion is that although there will be dissenting voices, they will most likely be forcibly suppressed by the government."
Most importantly, the truly wealthy people in France wholeheartedly support it; the balance of power has been tilted in the government's favor from the very beginning.
In short, the rich and powerful call the shots, while those without money or power have no choice but to be fleeced.
"I'm just wondering," a young trader couldn't help but ask,
"This policy, although targeting foreign companies like ours, is blatantly exploiting ordinary French people.
Why are they just watching and no one is protesting?"
“Xiao Li, you’re thinking too simply,” another senior employee patted him on the shoulder.
“Like I said before, those with power and influence are all on the government’s side.
Anyone who dares to take the lead will likely be made an example of and crushed.
Besides, with people not united, how easy is it to unite a mob into a cohesive force?”
That’s precisely why this unpopular policy was able to proceed so “smoothly.”
Everyone was seething with anger, yet everyone was afraid to be the one to speak out.
"Chairman Su, so... how much capital do we plan to invest in this French account?" Liang Haiyuan asked cautiously.
He had 100 billion in cash on hand.
But Su Hao certainly wasn't acting impulsively, planning to gamble away all 100 billion.
If that fleeting "illusion" in his mind were real, then a cataclysmic event was about to unfold in France.
At that time, the French stock market would experience violent fluctuations, triggering a chain reaction throughout the European market, ultimately sweeping across the globe like a tsunami.
At that point, no matter where you put your money, the odds would be against you.
Therefore, he wanted to withdraw all the money and hold it in his own hands.
He picked up a pen and wrote a number in the notebook in front of him.
'10 billion.'
After writing it, he didn't feel anything special.
He smiled self-deprecatingly. Only 10 billion? How could his intuition possibly satisfy him?
'Two hundred billion?'
Still no response.
He'd made such a huge fortune with two hundred billion before; now, this small sum seemed insignificant.
'Then…three hundred billion?'
Still, like a stone sinking into the sea.
Four hundred billion, five hundred billion, six hundred billion, seven hundred billion…
As the numbers on his pen grew larger, Su Hao noticed his hand holding the pen was only just beginning to tremble slightly.
'Am I fucking crazy?'
He cursed himself inwardly.
Just how high would this go?!
Finally, when he gritted his teeth and wrote down the number that even he found utterly absurd—
'One hundred billion.'
The moment those three words touched the paper, an indescribable, intense surge of emotion welled up within him.
'…It's settled then.'
Su Hao took a deep breath, raised his head, and spoke softly, yet clearly, reaching everyone's ears.
"Full position, 100 billion, all in!"
"Huh?!"
"100 billion...all...all of it?!"
It seems he wasn't the only one.
His team members were equally shocked.
***
Meanwhile, Facebook founder and CEO Mark Zuckerberg was in a terrible mood lately.
His ambitious "Libra" cryptocurrency project, intended to dominate the cryptocurrency market, ran headlong into a wall of resistance from governments worldwide.
Under immense political pressure, all his partner companies absconded, and his much-anticipated cryptocurrency project was forced to a humiliating abortion.
What frustrated him even more were the rumors circulating outside.
"That guy who licks Fanghuan Investment's shoes."
People said that Markberg deliberately staged this "self-destruction" to save the then-flopping Bitcoin and the struggling Fanghuan Exchange.
It was a classic case of sacrificing himself to benefit someone else.
This was an absolute injustice!
He wanted to tear Fanghuan Investment apart; how could he possibly be a Good Samaritan to his arch-rival?