Chapter 529: Ironclad Proof of Charity

Evidence is essential!
Upholding this belief, countless intelligence agencies and journalists filled with righteous indignation risked their lives, relentlessly conducting secret investigations into Fanghuan Investment. And the result?
Absolutely nothing!
It was as clean as a plate scrubbed a hundred times with dish soap—not even a fingerprint could be found!
“We investigated thoroughly ourselves, didn’t we?” the adjutant said with a bitter smile.
“And the result? Everything, from the logical chain to the chain of evidence, perfectly pointed to ‘pure coincidence.’
Absurd, utterly fucking absurd!
What’s even more outrageous is that the data we collected, piled higher than a mountain, was all irrefutable evidence of how many poor people Su Hao and Fanghuan Investment had helped, and how much charity they had done!”
But Anthony knew.
Everyone on Wall Street knows.
Everyone in the media knows.
It's no coincidence!
The mastermind behind all this is Fang Huan one hundred percent! But there's absolutely no evidence!
They're like ghosts, committing heinous crimes in broad daylight, yet leaving not a trace!
"So, this time... it'll probably be the same?"
"Yes, boss.
Just as you predicted, with the situation between Morocco and Fang Huan's investment so tense, something big was bound to happen sooner or later.
We've already deployed resources and are closely monitoring the area.
Seismic waves, high-energy particles, electromagnetic anomalies..."
"We've been monitoring every possible means of triggering an artificial earthquake, but..."
"But, this time, we got absolutely nothing again?"
"Yes, there's no trace of any human intervention." The subordinate managed to utter the answer with difficulty.
"Our top expert team analyzed it dozens of times, and the conclusion remains... a perfect, purely... natural phenomenon."
"Ha." Anthony nodded, a bitter smile of "I knew it" on his face.
"Of course, it has to be like this." He muttered to himself,
"A country that hasn't had a major earthquake in many years, just turned against Fang Huan, and was buried alive by an epic earthquake.
But the report will only say 'natural disaster.' Heh, this style, so perfect...
So, what's the Moroccan royal family's reaction now?"
"When the earthquake first occurred, they still tried to put on a brave face, their mouths taunting them.
But with the continuous aftershocks, and expert reports saying that there was a high possibility of a series of strong earthquakes like the one in Turkey, they completely collapsed."
The royal family contacted Fang Huan in a panic, stating that they unconditionally accepted all previous conditions.
"And then?" Anthony pressed.
"Then..." the adjutant paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts to make the fact sound less like a myth,
"The very instant the Moroccan royal family reached an agreement with Fang Huan's investment representatives—all the aftershocks ceased abruptly!"
"...!"
Anthony's pupils constricted sharply!
"And precisely because of this, the Moroccan royal family was utterly terrified.
It's said that King Abdullah of Morocco now dares not even utter the name 'Fang Huan,' trembling and losing control of his bladder and bowels at the mere mention of it."
Now, everything was crystal clear.
Fanghuan Investment, in an undeniable yet utterly unproven manner, has once again demonstrated to the world its immense power to manipulate natural disasters!
How, however, did they do it?
How could they do it so flawlessly, leaving not a trace?
This secret, perhaps, is known only to Fanghuan Investment itself.
And it was precisely for this reason that an uncontrollable thought surfaced in Anthony's mind.
What was the man at the eye of all the storms, the young man named Su Hao,
thinking at this very moment?
What expression was on his face?
Perhaps… he was holding a glass of red wine, overlooking this human hell he had orchestrated, a… playful smile playing on his lips?
***
Fanghuan Investment.
"Alas… it is truly heartbreaking."
Su Hao looked at the continuous reports of the Morocco disaster on the screen, a trace of sorrowful compassion on his face.
Fortunately, due to Morocco's previous "unyielding" attitude, which consistently kept Fang Huan Investment out, the group and foundation personnel did not enter the country, thus avoiding direct personnel losses.
Was this a stroke of luck amidst misfortune?
The thought had barely formed when Su Hao shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.
Tens of thousands of lives were struggling in dire straits; using the word "luckiest" seemed too cold-hearted.
"It seems the Moroccan royal family is truly in dire straits," Liang Haiyuan reported from the side.
"They were still putting on airs when the earthquake first struck, but now that the losses far exceed expectations, the royal family has personally sent a reply, expressing their willingness to accept all our aid."
"What about the Fang Huan Foundation?" Su Hao asked.
“As soon as Morocco granted permission, our personnel and supplies set off immediately, without hesitation.
This aid effort will focus on those underdeveloped areas forgotten by the royal family, places that can't count on any official relief.”
“Is the anti-government armed problem in Morocco very serious?”
“Yes, there is a considerable armed force there.
Therefore, the elite team from the ‘Wildfire’ security company will also be entering to protect the safety of our employees.
The Moroccan royal family has also granted them the right to act as independent armed groups.”
Hearing this, Su Hao finally felt a little relieved.
He couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. If the Moroccan royal family had relented earlier, allowing the foundation's personnel to enter the disaster area sooner…
The consequences would have been unimaginable.
From this perspective, Morocco's previous stubbornness seemed like a serendipitous act of protection.
"Morocco, like Nigeria, has a huge wealth gap, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Su. That's precisely why our foundation insisted on entering Morocco in the first place.
The upper class has swallowed all the wealth for themselves, leading to an abnormally large wealth gap, and social contradictions have long been on the verge of exploding."
This is the greatest tragedy of those so-called "resource curse" countries.
The biggest cancer is often the high and mighty royal family.
They monopolize all the country's wealth, yet are stingy with sharing even a spoonful with their starving people.
Thus, on one side, the royal family members live a life of decadence and extravagance;
on the other side, there is widespread starvation and widespread suffering.
A series of magical realist scenes unfolded absurdly.
“The Foundation also considered this, so in this aid negotiation, they drew an absolute red line,”
Liang Haiyuan continued,
“All donations and supplies from the Fanghuan Foundation must be managed and distributed by us ourselves; the royal family is absolutely not allowed to interfere.”
“They actually agreed?” Su Hao was somewhat surprised.
Given the Moroccan royal family's ruthless nature, they would never have accepted such a condition.
“They agreed. They are currently in a state of utter chaos; the preliminary estimates of losses are already astronomical.
Even more critically, anti-government forces may take advantage of the chaos to launch an attack; all their current energy is focused on maintaining stability and strengthening their military.”
It seems the Moroccan royal family has indeed reached a point of desperation and is desperate for resources.
“Is there a possibility of further strong earthquakes?”
“The aftershocks have stopped, and the possibility in the short term is low. But as you know, earthquakes are unpredictable, like the wrath of nature.”