Chapter 549: Fortune Turns Around

From a fundamental perspective, South Korea is far from teetering on the brink of collapse.
But Su Hao, for some reason, insists it will.
If the market itself refuses to collapse, then he'll personally push it off the cliff!
He's not predicting a storm; he… he's creating one!
“Our Fang Huan… really has the ability to do this single-handedly?”
Huang Fengwen leaned back in his chair, feeling a bit parched.
“Chairman, you've forgotten, the one making this judgment isn't just anyone, it's Chairman Su!
The living legend who has never lost an investment!”
Su Hao's reputation, amplified by global media, has long since become a kind of faith.
Anything he's bearish on, even if it's gold, will be swarmed by the hungry wolves of Wall Street, torn to shreds like trash!
That's the weight Su Hao carries in the hearts of his Wall Street followers!
Even if the data contradicts reality, as long as the person standing on the altar speaks, lies become truths, and fallacies become sacred decrees!
In this way, Su Hao's words are no longer just opinions, but self-fulfilling prophecies!
"I understand..." A senior executive's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
"Chairman Su's true purpose is probably to use this opportunity to dismantle the behemoth that dominates the peninsula, the Shanxing Group!"
"Dismantle?"
"That's right! The Korean market is too exclusive, and the control of the conglomerates is deeply entrenched.
Our Fanghuan Exchange and Netflix are constantly hampered by the Shanxing Group in Korea.
But if this time, we can cause a violent upheaval within them, to the point of utter chaos...
Perhaps, we can tear open a gap!"
Now, Su Hao's sword is already pointed directly at Korea, and Huang Fengwen felt a chill run down his spine.
“Oh, right, speaking of South Korea,” Huang Fengwen suddenly remembered something, “How’s it going in Japan? Have the election results come out yet?”
***
If, while other corners of the world were suffering from widespread food and economic problems…
then Japan was experiencing an unprecedented political earthquake.
A series of political scandals, like a chain of bombs, detonated throughout society, with politicians resigning one after another like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.
Finally, a hastily arranged by-election for local and mayoral levels began.
At this moment, the vote count scrolled continuously on the television screen.
In a high-level meeting room, a group of Japanese politicians in suits looked ashen-faced.
“It’s over…it’s all over…” an old man wailed in despair.
“From the local council to the mayoral seat…it was all…it was all taken by those ‘pro-Japanese’ faction!”
But that wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part was that a significant portion of the elected officials were of Japanese descent residing in Japan!
This is unprecedented in Japanese history!
Historically, only one foreign resident in Japan has ever been elected to parliament, and that person was ostracized from the political arena and ultimately faded into obscurity.
The identity of "Japanese descendant" is itself an insurmountable barrier.
"It's all because of that damned Fang Huan! They've manipulated Japan, leading to this situation!"
Someone pounded on the table, consumed by impotent rage.
Fang Huan first used his financial iron fist to repeatedly cripple the Japanese economy, then orchestrated the mysterious death of the former prime minister, thus gaining complete control of the country's economic lifeline.
But their greed knows no bounds!
Now, they are extending their clutches into politics, attempting to turn the entire nation into their puppet state by supporting pro-Xia factions and Xia descendants in Japan!
"Even more terrifying is that all the heavyweight candidates in our party and the opposition have been exposed for various scandals on the eve of the election, their reputations ruined overnight!
Three or five scandals break every day, like diarrhea!"
The Japanese political arena has always been dominated by conservatives, with a few deeply entrenched political families taking turns in power.
But this century-old "tradition" has been shattered by Fang Huan, this barbarian!
"They even recruited a group of Xia descendants who had never been involved in politics before, hyped them up through the media, and turned them into political stars, then submitted them all to parliament!"
This meant that the era of easily being elected based on family connections was gone forever.
"From now on, there will only be one rule in Japanese politics," an old member of parliament concluded despairingly,
"What determines your political career is not your surname, but... whether you catch Fang Huan's eye."
"Is there... is there really no way to stop this?!
This is blatant interference! How can the politics of our great Japan be manipulated by a mere corporation!"
A young member of parliament roared in grief and indignation.
"Just a mere company?" The person next to him glanced at him coldly.
"Fang Huan is no longer 'just a company.' He's a monster that has the world by the throat!
Tell me, how do we stop him?"
"Then...then what should we do..."
"You've all seen Fang Huan's methods. It's simple, and disgusting.
Anyone who gets in their way has all their dirt dug up.
Those old stories we've forgotten, they dig up like carrots in our own backyard, one by one.
Then they'll expose it all, ruining your reputation, causing your social death!"
"However, there...isn't entirely no way." A voice softly sounded.
"Really?!" Everyone instantly looked at him, a glimmer of hope burning in their eyes.
"It's simple, the only way is for us to...uphold our bottom line!
A clear conscience fears no accusation. As long as we are clean enough that Fang Huan can't find any fault with us, they can't touch us!"
The word "clean" struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, leaving everyone speechless and stunned.
In an instant, the entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.
Clean?
What a joke!
What is a politician's "professional ethics"?
It's a deal! It's compromise! It's an exchange of interests!
It's those shady dealings!
"Clean" is something written in textbooks to fool children!
"As long as Fang Huan can't produce any dirt on us, we have a chance of winning. But..."
The man looked around, his tone filled with endless sarcasm.
"Anyone here dares to confidently say that their political career is clean enough to pass Fang Huan's 'microscope' scrutiny?"
"..."
No one answered.
No one dared to meet his gaze.
"Fang Huan has given us the clearest warning with this election:
No matter how saintly you present yourself, if they want, they can strip you bare at any time!
They'll make you fall from your pedestal, shattering you to pieces!"
"Conversely, those who support Fang Huan will rise to the top and achieve great success?"
"Isn't the truth right before our eyes? Those who follow Fang Huan prosper, those who oppose him perish.
One is the broad road to the pinnacle of power, the other is a political graveyard of eternal damnation!"
Reason told them that someone had to step forward and stop Fang Huan's insane ambition.
But no one was willing to be the first to do so.
Because compared to the so-called "fate of Japan," their own positions were clearly far more important.
The rise and fall of a nation? Did they care about their own official hats?
These seasoned veterans of Japanese politics had long since worn down their knees; they could easily switch masters and kneel before them without any sense of incongruity.
Moreover, they all knew what Fang Huan wanted.
Something never before seen in Japanese history—
The first "Prime Minister of Xia Descendants"!
In the past, their ancestors had set foot on that continent, committing heinous acts;
Now, the tables had turned, and it was Fang Huan of Xia's turn to completely dominate Japan!