Chapter 281: Foundation

Initially, the French high command tried to cover their eyes and ears, feigning indifference, intending to suppress the surging public opinion with batons and tear gas.
But what happened? The people wouldn't have it.
Suddenly, a climate of fear and uncertainty reigned, threatening to turn Paris into a Syrian-style spectacle.
President Cmarone finally couldn't sit still and sheepishly stepped in to quell the unrest.
"Hey, he finally raised the white flag. I thought he'd stick it out to the end."
Huang Fengwen's voice carried an unsurprisingly cheerful tone.
Su Hao smiled:
“Does he dare not surrender? Even if Kmaron came to power with overwhelming approval ratings, in this situation, if he continues to be stubborn, the people might really set the presidential palace on fire!
Those guys, when they start protesting, they're capable of really causing a huge uproar!”
Sure enough, President Kmaron delivered a national televised address, announcing the withdrawal of all the bills he had previously pushed through.
From the most contentious fuel tax to the “rob the poor to enrich the rich” bill that cut taxes for the wealthy, to the digital tax that offended every tech company, they were all scrapped!
Note, not “suspended,” but completely “formatted”!
To demonstrate his “sincerity” to the angry public, fearing suspicion of a delaying tactic of “waiting for the storm to pass before making a comeback”;
This guy even promised never to mention these ridiculous policies again during his term.
"So, we don't need to worry for the time being?" Huang Fengwen asked.
"That's right," Su Hao nodded. "That kid, Kermalon, has made his word. As long as he doesn't step down, this matter is over."
Huang Fengwen looked at Su Hao and praised, "Good job, kid. You've worked hard this time."
Su Hao just smiled calmly: "Hey, it's nothing. Just like my usual trading, routine operation."
"Hahaha," Huang Fengwen laughed loudly,
"Your 'routine operation' will probably leave that kid Kermalon with a lifelong psychological scar!
From now on, whenever he hears the words 'Fanghuan Investment,' he'll probably have an epileptic seizure on the spot!
By the way, I heard you're planning to donate some money to France?"
Su Hao nodded.
This monstrous storm was, after all, started because of him. Although it was supposedly going with the flow, he still had some subtle emotions in his heart.
So he considered donating some money to France, both personally and through his company, as a token of his goodwill and a way to help with the city's post-disaster reconstruction.
Huang Fengwen had clearly considered this as well:
"Our company's legal department has already screened out those so-called charities suspected of fraud and made a whitelist for you.
How much... are you planning to donate?"
Su Hao held up one finger: "One hundred million."
"Holy crap! One hundred million?!" Huang Fengwen's eyes widened. "Are you crazy?!"
"Is that a lot?"
"Of course! Have you ever seen a private equity firm donate in 'hundreds of millions' units?!"
Su Hao said matter-of-factly, "But compared to what we've earned this time, isn't that just a drop in the ocean?"
Huang Fengwen was speechless for a long time after hearing this:
"…Damn, what you said actually makes perfect sense."
One hundred million—this number wasn't just an intuition for Su Hao; it was purely a way for him to soothe the turmoil within him.
Of course, he had to discuss this with Huang Fengwen first.
No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't treat the company's money like his own backyard, digging it up however he pleased.
"Alright! If we're going to play, let's play big!" Huang Fengwen slapped his thigh, a surge of chivalrous spirit rising within him.
"The French disgusted us, but thanks to them, we've made a fortune.
So, Hao, I have an even crazier idea…
How about we set up our own foundation?"
"A foundation?" Su Hao was taken aback.
"Exactly! Think about it, this isn't a few million or tens of millions! It's a hundred million!
If you throw such a huge sum of money at those so-called charitable centers, can they handle it?
They might not even have a chance to warm the money before it's devoured by those rats inside!
Instead of letting those bastards profit, why don't we set up our own foundation to run it!"
Su Hao instantly understood:
"You mean, this way we can ensure every penny is spent wisely and maximize transparency?"
"Yes! Look at those top billionaires, which one doesn't do charity through their own foundation? Of course..."
Huang Fengwen chuckled, "Some do it to avoid taxes, some to facilitate fund transfers.
However, now the authorities are watching closely, it's not as easy to do as before."
Su Hao's mind cleared.
This was indeed a brilliant idea!
He was worried about how to deal with this overflowing wealth.
Since achieving financial freedom, he bought his parents luxury cars and mansions, letting them experience the simple, albeit monotonous, retirement life that comes with wealth.
He himself built a building and invested in projects, but every day when he opened his eyes, the numbers in his bank account skyrocketed like they were on steroids, many times faster than he could spend them.
As for luxury goods? Luxury cars? He had long since lost interest.
No matter how good the car, it's still driven by a chauffeur; the driving pleasure it brings is practically zero for him.
“I feel the same way as you,” Huang Fengwen said, deeply agreeing.
“Although I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth—it sounds a bit Versailles-like, doesn’t it?
But indulging in a life of luxury is really meaningless. On the contrary…
When you top up your game account, that ‘ding’ sound is more exciting than anything else!”
“Me too,” Su Hao laughed.
“And when I spend money on my family, that sense of accomplishment and pride of ‘finally making it big’ is especially exhilarating.”
“So, you want to contribute something to society?”
“It might sound a bit presumptuous, just personal satisfaction. But I have indeed come up with some new ideas.”
Su Hao’s thoughts drifted away.
When he chose employees before, when he chose Du Yuanhang, he had considered whether he could let his intuition support more unfulfilled talents.
This country, this land, definitely has those peerless geniuses who can stand at the top of the world and dominate the world.
But will they be stifled in their cradle due to environmental and resource limitations, never even having the chance to shine?
“Your idea is quite grand,” Huang Fengwen said, sensing something amiss.
“Yes,” Su Hao’s tone became serious,
“There are certainly many exceptionally talented people who, due to the cruel twists of fate, wither away before their talents can even blossom. That’s such a pity.
That’s the kind of people I want to help.
This donation to France is just the beginning, a starting point.
In the future, the majority of this foundation’s funds will be used domestically, in my own way, to discover and nurture those forgotten geniuses!”
Scientific research, sports, art, medicine, law…
He will use his divine intuition across all fields to “scan” out these future pillars of society, one by one!
Then, he will shower them with money, propelling them onto the path to success!
Since we have more money than we can spend, instead of simply and crudely turning it into a pile of cold assets...
why not use this money to ignite countless brilliant stars for the future of this country!