Chapter 526: I'd Rather Die Than Eat Food Offered in Contempt

"But speaking of which, if I could go to the US and drag the current president along for a dungeon run, that would be something to brag about for a lifetime," Huang Fengwen chuckled, imagining the scenario.
"Just imagine, the raid leader gives the order, and President Aiden scrambles in to tank, or frantically heals from behind.
Tsk tsk, the image is simply too beautiful."
"Haven't you considered that he might be exceptionally talented and become a devastating DPS?"
"Forget it! At his age, he'd be lucky to even know how to move his character properly, let alone be a DPS carry!
What a pipe dream!"
"You never know. What if he's like Chairman Qin..."
After hearing Huang Fengwen's words, Su Hao couldn't help but visualize the scene in his mind. It was indeed... captivating and exciting.
In large-scale raid dungeons, the raid leader's orders are absolute law; all raid members must obey unconditionally.
At that moment, the regimental commander was everyone's superior, an emperor with the power of life and death.
Imagine, as the regimental commander, giving an order, and President Aiden, in his politician's tone, roaring "Yes, Sir!", then staggering off to his designated position…
Just imagining that scene made Su Hao's mouth stretch to his ears.
"By the way," Huang Fengwen changed the subject, "there's been progress on your promise to build a university in Africa for educational poverty alleviation."
"Oh, what's the situation now?"
"Most countries have approved it, very smoothly.
The security issue is also resolved; our 'Wildfire' security company is establishing a base there.
After all, finding a corner in Africa without rebels is harder than climbing to heaven.
However… there's just one troublemaker who won't budge."
"Morocco?" Su Hao raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Wow, you're something else, knowing all that?"
"Our foundation's people, and several of the group's business projects, have had smooth sailing in Africa, but when they got to Morocco, they were all blocked by a wall."
That country, how to put it?
It's like a hedgehog covered in quills, exhibiting a morbid aversion to any external intervention.
The reason, simply put, is that they have the backing of the United States.
They maintain their monarchical rule with the aid of old America.
To consolidate that pitiful piece of royal power, they give no one face except their American father, burning every olive branch offered.
“But we’re going there to offer aid! We’re building roads and houses for them, improving their lives—and they won’t do that?”
“Yeah. But compared to those neighboring countries where people are starving and living in misery, Morocco is doing relatively well.
They probably feel that accepting our aid would be lowering their status.
It would make them seem like they’re on the same level as those poor countries, and they can’t bring themselves to do it.”
“Damn, their people are barely able to eat, and they still have that damn pride.” Huang Fengwen spat dismissively.
“There’s nothing we can do. Their royal family is stubborn; they’d rather die than accept charity.”
However, the foundation doesn’t seem to have given up and is still trying to mediate.
For Su Hao, a successful deal would be great, but failure wouldn't matter; he could simply redirect resources to other areas that needed help more.
Once they achieved results, Morocco might become envious and beg for cooperation.
“Don’t worry about this for now,” Huang Fengwen waved his hand dismissively.
“I’ll have the strategy department figure something out.
Besides, isn’t Morocco a staunch ally of the US?
I’ll have that old man Aiden put in a good word, pass on a message—it’s no big deal.”
“Okay. You handle it. I don’t want to be snubbed.”
“Alright. Oh, and one more thing. I need to prepare for a flight to London in a few days.”
“Huh? So suddenly?” Su Hao was taken aback.
“Hehe,” Huang Fengwen chuckled like an old fox, “Isn’t this all within your expectations?”
“…?”
Going to London? And “within your expectations”?
Su Hao was filled with questions.
***
Across the ocean, a white building.
On the television screen, a football match broadcast is reaching its climax.
["Today is a historic moment!
Tottenham Hotspur have once again lifted the league title trophy this season, completing an unprecedented title defense in the club's history!"]
On screen, the Tottenham players are raising the gleaming gold trophy high, their faces beaming with the happiest smiles in the world, cheering and roaring with unbridled joy.
The fans in the stands are even more heartbroken, shouting themselves hoarse, the entire stadium becoming a sea of ​​jubilation.
["Look at these two gentlemen!
It is they who ended the team's decades-long trophy drought!
They are the saviors of the new Tottenham, the benefactors who created this champion team!"]
The camera quickly zooms in, focusing on two Asian men applauding in the VIP section.
“It seems he's no longer interested in hiding behind the scenes.”
President Aiden clicked his tongue, his gaze complex, as he looked at Su Hao's excessively youthful face on the screen.
Once upon a time, the man hailed as the “Invisible God of Investment” never appeared in the public eye.
But now, he frequently appeared at top-tier events, openly accepting the world's attention.
“They probably understand now,” John whispered beside him.
“Rather than lurking in the shadows, it's more profitable to stand in the spotlight and openly declare your existence.”
“Exactly. When you've accumulated enough goodwill and prestige among the public, those who want to assassinate you will have to think twice about the consequences.”
Aiden wholeheartedly agreed.
This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment boast, but a meticulously planned debut.
With Fanghuan Investment having already gained initial control of the global media, now was the perfect time for them to step out from behind the scenes and into the limelight.
However, no matter how many times President Eden watched it, he still felt something was off.
How exactly did Su Hao, that young man who smiled brighter than the sun in front of the camera, manage to unleash a series of earth-shattering bloodshed across the world with that seemingly harmless face?
"So, John," Eden looked up from the television, his gaze fixed intently on his former confidant,
“You came to see me today with the news I’ve been waiting for, right?”
“Yes, Mr. President.”
“Phew…” Aiden let out a long breath. “I was mentally prepared. Go ahead.”
“Um…” John hesitated for a moment, then a relieved smile spread across his face.
“Fang Huan has approved it. They… have agreed to accept you.”
“…!”
Hearing this, Aiden’s tense body instantly relaxed, letting out a long sigh of relief, a breath filled with the joy of surviving a close call.
“Then… that means…”
“You’re safe, Mr. President.
The Trinity Guild’s acceptance of you is equivalent to Fang Huan Investment officially recognizing you as one of their own!”