Chapter 345: The Wordless Heavenly Book

Brussels, European Commission.
“President, this is the document Fanghuan Investment sent back.”
“I know! But why is there not a single word?! Are you sure the file isn't corrupted? Or that there was a download error?”
EU President Merkel pointed to the glaring blank space on the document, her brow furrowed.
The attachment was opened repeatedly, the progress bar finished loading, and then… a blank page.
So pure, so flawless, like a naughty student deliberately handing in a blank exam paper.
“We've confirmed it three times. They clearly stated that this is the document they intended to send.
They definitely did it on purpose, deliberately keeping the same number of pages as our original document, and then deleting all the content.”
What the hell is this?
That was Merkel's first thought.
But just a few seconds later, when her gaze fell again on those endless blank pages, a chill ran down her spine without warning!
This blank space…
This wordless incomprehensible letter…
What kind of reply is this?
This was clearly a silent yet roaring warning!
It used the documents you sent, the page number you specified, to fill a blank space, and then slammed it back at your face intact!
What an arrogant, blatant threat!
“…”
Merkel swallowed hard.
To be honest, she felt something was amiss when she first saw the request drafted by the committee.
Even she herself thought the proposal was too blatant.
Sure enough, Fang Huan decisively rejected it.
However, in a way she had never imagined, a way that sent chills down her spine!
“Perhaps…it’s just an expression of disdain? We can simply ignore it?” her assistant whispered.
"Ignore?" Merkel sneered.
"What do you think Fang Huan Investment is? Some street thugs?
It's a behemoth that now grips the throat of the global financial markets!
Do you think they'd be so bored as to waste time on such childish pranks?"
This was clearly a unique message Fang Huan had sent to Merkel!
And she seemed to have grasped the suffocating meaning hidden in that blank space.
It seemed to be saying:
Your barren imaginations will never fill this void.
But we can fill it with countless hellish experiences unimaginable to the world!
From the collapse of Deutsche Bank to the global tsunami, and now the Beirut explosion that has stunned Europe…
Which event didn't have the shadow of Fang Huan Investment behind it?
Hasn't her assistant also speculated that the Lebanon crisis was a massive scheme orchestrated by Fang Huan to short the entire European market?
If it works once, how difficult could it be two or three times?
Fang Huan is fully capable of staging another "Beirut," turning all of Europe upside down!
Merkel's face turned pale.
'It might even be a blatant threat against me personally!'
Perhaps this was an overinterpretation.
But she couldn't even use this "evidence" to ask anyone for help.
"Fang Huan sent me a bunch of blank papers to threaten me"—if such a thing were to get out, she'd be a laughingstock worldwide!
Perhaps Fang Huan had even foreseen this.
Psychologically and externally, she was completely isolated!
Merkel, the Iron Lady who commanded respect in Europe, felt fear for the first time since becoming the rotating president.
"..."
What should she do?
Should she really ignore it?
What would happen next?
If any disaster struck, how would she cope?
The problem was, who could predict what earth-shattering things those lunatics would do next?
"Your Excellency? What's wrong?"
"..."
Merkel didn't answer, silently closing her eyes.
When she opened them again, only exhaustion and resignation remained.
"Call everyone to a meeting immediately... Our proposal to Fang Huan must be completely scrapped and redone!"
In the end, she raised the white flag.
It seems that he, or rather the entire EU, has... bitten off more than he can chew this time.
No, it wasn't a rock.
It was a meteorite that could hit Earth at any moment!
***
In the steamy sauna, the air was so thick you could wring water out of it, but even more suffocating than the steam was the prolonged silence.
The oppressive atmosphere was like a towel soaked in sweat, pressed against everyone's face.
After a long while, Huang Fengwen let out a long breath, breaking the silence.
His deep voice sounded particularly heavy in the humid air.
"I said, Lin Fan."
"Yes, Chairman Huang!"
Lin Fan, the usually shrewd and capable vice chairman of Fanghuan Investment, now looked like a child who had made a mistake, every bead of sweat on his back filled with panic.
"You've really disappointed me."
"Yes, I'm sorry, Chairman Huang!"
"I thought to myself, you're a seasoned veteran, you shouldn't make such a basic mistake, right?"
"Chairman Huang, I... can I explain?"
Lin Fan stammered,
"I've been incredibly busy lately, dealing with the daily affairs of Fanghuan Investment, and that newly established asset management company, I'm so busy I'm practically running around like crazy..."
"Excuses! Didn't I specially approve three days of paid leave so you could rest and recharge?"
Huang Fengwen's voice suddenly rose, echoing in the stuffy sauna, filled with a frustrated and angry tone!
"You're a 'tank'! The impenetrable wall of the raid team! Understand?!
A tank is supposed to be a man, leading the charge, taking damage for your teammates!
Creating an environment for the brothers behind to deal damage!
But you, you cower back at the start of the raid, are you a tank? You're a spy sent by the enemy boss!"
"I, I didn't... it wasn't... survival instinct, I couldn't control myself..."
"You've been like this since you were a trader!" Huang Fengwen mercilessly exposed his past,
"You were just one step forward and you could have gotten that piece of the pie, but you wouldn't!
You insisted on playing it safe, and what happened? You always retreated, watching opportunities slip away!"
"But I... I rarely lose money."
"You haven't made much money either, have you?"
"..." Lin Fan was completely speechless, drooping his head like a frostbitten eggplant.
Today's accountability meeting, personally chaired by Chairman Huang Fengwen and targeting Fang Huan's top management, was triggered by the horrific "wipeout massacre" that afternoon!