Chapter 389: has truly begun!

Fang Huan's businesses have indeed blossomed across Canada.
From massive grain silos to astonishing nickel ore warehouses, the vast majority have been quietly acquired by Fang Huan.
And the starting point for all of this was that seemingly unrelated "Game Station" airlift battle!
Without that earth-shattering capital showdown, Fang Huan's ability to so easily establish a foothold in the heavily fortified North American market would have been nothing short of a fantasy.
"You mean..." Huang Fengwen gasped,
"Chairman Su, back with Game Station, was already laying the groundwork for a war that hadn't even begun yet?"
"Based on the logical chain and the existing evidence, that's the only conclusion." Lin Fan's tone was also filled with awe.
"Of course, the conflict hasn't even started yet, and in fact, the possibility of it starting is still extremely low."
"But, if this conflict really does break out..." Huang Fengwen murmured to himself.
That meant that while the whole world was reveling in a lavish feast, Su Hao, all alone, was silently building the highest walls and stockpiling the thickest provisions for the coming, global winter!
He was like Joseph, who prophesied seven years of plenty and seven years of famine, standing alone on high, overlooking the masses.
Just then, Lin Fan's phone vibrated. He glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically.
***
Fanghuan Investment, Chairman's Office.
Su Hao's fingers lightly rested on an international situation report.
Boom—!
In an instant, it was as if he were actually there!
A fierce, blood-and-fire aura rushed towards him!
He jerked his hand back as if electrocuted, and the illusion before his eyes vanished instantly.
His subordinates looked at him with a mixture of admiration and fear. One of them mustered his courage and asked:
"Chairman Su, do you really believe that war...is bound to break out?"
Su Hao was silent for a moment, then sighed softly.
"I hope my premonition is wrong."
War is the cruelest thing in the world.
The ambitions of those old fogies have pushed countless young people into hell.
He longed for peace more than anyone else, unwilling to see that inferno of blood and fire descend upon the world.
However, his intuition, those premonitions that had been proven true time and again, kept warning him.
That day was drawing near.
***
Meanwhile, in another luxurious office.
"So, our overseas business will basically be unaffected, right?"
Qin Han, Chairman of Jiangjin Group, was having a video conference with the head of the branch office stationed in the north.
A confident voice came from the other end of the video:
[Yes, Chairman. Rest assured, the higher-ups here have no real intention of starting a war.
Those actions are just political posturing, nothing more.]
Qin Han frowned: "But I heard the situation is very tense?"
[Ha, the same old trick, just bargaining chips at the negotiating table. If a real war breaks out, their economy won't be able to handle it.]
"Okay, I'm relieved to hear that. Keep a close eye on things over there; production absolutely cannot go wrong.
That's a market of hundreds of millions of people, a strategic stronghold that Jiangjin must capture!"
"Understood, Chairman. Just you wait and see!"
Hanging up the video call, Qin Han let out a long sigh of relief.
"I still feel a little uneasy..."
He muttered to himself, but then he thought, even the head of the local branch was so confident, and global experts unanimously felt the probability was extremely low; he must be overthinking it.
After all, war? In this era, it's too crazy.
"I wonder what that Su Hao... thinks about this? Should I go ask him?"
This thought only flashed through Qin Han's mind before he dismissed it.
He, the chairman of Jiangjin Group, had his own intelligence channels and expert team. Did he really need to go running around asking outsiders for their opinions?
That would be too beneath him.
"Forget it, I'm not thinking about it anymore. Time to eat."
He checked his watch; it was exactly noon.
Qin Han had just stood up from his executive chair when the office door was violently flung open, and his secretary scrambled in, her face deathly pale.
"Chairman, Chairman!"
"What's with the panic?! What kind of behavior is this?!"
"Something terrible has happened! Breaking news just came out!
Chairman, this time, it's not a threat...
It's real...
War has broken out!"