Chapter 522: African Charity

At this moment, in a live stream room packed with tens of thousands of viewers, a phenomenal "idol-making movement" is unfolding in full swing.
"Family members! My loyal viewers! Listen to me!"
A streamer who has become an internet sensation for his sharp commentary on current hot topics and economic trends is speaking passionately and enthusiastically to the camera, his spittle flying everywhere.
"As the saying goes, no one is perfect, everyone makes mistakes.
For ordinary people investing, stumbling eight or ten times is normal!
Even those hailed as 'stock market gods' are not immune to miscalculations and errors in judgment.
Especially in the cutthroat world of short-term trading, losses are commonplace!"
The host paused, building suspense, then slammed his hand on the table, his voice rising sharply, filled with astonishment and disbelief:
"But! The mastermind we're talking about today has never made a single mistake!
Yes, you heard right, zero mistakes!
Fanghuan Investment, Su Hao!
I think those of you familiar with the financial world will recognize this name instantly!"
The atmosphere in the tens of thousands of viewers' live stream room ignited immediately.
On the screen, the comments section exploded like a tsunami.
This anchor's greatest strength lies in stirring emotions, transforming dry financial news into a thrilling urban legend.
"Years ago, he burst onto the scene like a comet, streaking across the sky!
With his phenomenal short-term trading skills, he directly shattered the record for the highest short-term return in the history of the domestic securities market!"
Those numbers... just saying them would probably burn out your internet cables!
Back then, this was only circulating within the industry, not yet outside the mainstream.
But who could have imagined that in just a few short years!
He started from scratch, building a business empire called 'Fanghuan' from the ruins of capital!
In his office, hearing his name forcefully pop out from his phone, Su Hao's eyelids twitched involuntarily.
He wanted to swipe away, but the streamer's delivery was undeniably smooth, his rhythm as strong as a top rapper, and given that he was talking about his own "glorious achievements," Su Hao found himself...
Damn it, he was hooked!
"Su Hao's investment resume is dazzling, practically blinding us mere mortals!
Those giant companies we all know, Netflix, AMC, Fanghuan Shipping, Close AI, Fanghuan Exchange...
My god, there are so many, they can't all fit on an A4 sheet of paper!"
Behind these once- or now-monster companies, there's always the Fanghuan Group!
There's even a rumor that Su Hao played a crucial role in the growth of our National Strategic Investment Fund to its current size!
My God! Everyone, be honest with yourselves, isn't this incredible?
This is practically cheating! No, this is a miracle!
Su Hao's gaze unconsciously drifted to the waterfall of comments scrolling across the side of the screen.
He expected to see some sour, envious remarks, but the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious, filled with thunderous cheers and adoration.
【Su Hao is awesome! YYDS!】
【I declare that from today onwards, Su Hao is my half-father Su!】
"Honey! Look at me! I don't want to try anymore!"
A tingling, trembling sensation, like an electric current, instantly coursed through Su Hao's body.
This wasn't the intuitive thrill of foreseeing the future.
It was a more primal, purer pleasure!
It was pure dopamine throwing a top-tier party in his brain, champagne towers piled higher than mountains, the atmosphere electric.
"Ah... I see..."
He understood.
No wonder those celebrities are glued to their phones, endlessly searching for their own names.
Watching thousands of strangers, across a screen, frantically shouting his name, showering him with the most lavish praise...
This ultimate mental massage was completely different from any of the thrills he'd experienced from reaping billions in profits in the capital markets.
The desire to be recognized and worshipped is an instinct etched into human genes.
This feeling was damn sweet, more intoxicating than the strongest liquor!
After just one bite, Su Hao felt hopelessly addicted.
Just as he was feeling elated, as if he were about to transform into a cybernetics Jesus, receiving the adoration of the masses—
Knock, knock.
“Chairman Su, may I come in?” Liang Haiyuan’s voice rang out from outside the door.
Su Hao jumped, frantically turning off his phone, his movements as quick as an innocent teenager caught peeking at study materials.
“Come in.”
“Okay.”
Liang Haiyuan pushed open the door, his gaze casually sweeping over Su Hao’s slightly unnatural face, before calmly placing a document on the table.
“Chairman Su, these are the documents you requested regarding the African project.”
“Oh, the foundation has prepared them?”
“Yes, they’ve sent all the materials you requested.”
A few days ago, Su Hao had happened to see a public service advertisement about famine in Africa, which had deeply moved him.
After further investigation, he discovered that public trust in African charitable donations had plummeted to rock bottom.
The reason is simply that too many unscrupulous individuals in Africa use the guise of charity to line their own pockets, treating people's goodwill as ATMs and turning donations into their own luxury cars and mansions.
Even officially certified organizations in Africa have their donations shuffled down through various layers of deductions, including "management fees," "personnel costs," and "operating costs."
In the end, very little actually reaches those who truly need help.
This is why Su Hao established a completely independent charitable foundation under the name "Fang Huan."
Its core principle is singular: absolute transparency.
Moreover, this foundation never raises a single penny from the outside world; all funding comes solely from the profits of the Fang Huan Group and Su Hao's personal assets.
Because in Su Hao's business logic, customers are indirectly doing charity simply by consuming any product under the Fang Huan brand.
A portion of that profit will be automatically transferred to the foundation's account.
"However, as you feared," Liang Haiyuan said with a grave expression,
"despite the astronomical sums of donations flowing into Africa every year, the poverty situation on that land has hardly improved at all."
Countless wealthy and influential figures around the world have established foundations dedicated to eradicating hunger and poverty, pouring in astronomical sums of money each year.
Last year alone, global donations to Africa reached hundreds of billions of dollars.
But cold, hard statistics reveal that it's all in vain.
"The biggest problem is the corruption within local governments.
There are too many parasites in the middle of the chain; they can turn gold into sawdust.
Secondly, donations are often used as bargaining chips in political games, or simply as arms money for armed groups with their own armies.
Even more problematic is the sheer number of armed groups in Africa; in many areas truly in dire need of aid, aid workers simply cannot get in."