Chapter 551: The Chicken That Jumped from the High-Rise Building

Once upon a time, everyone thought Fang Huan's arrogant and unbridled growth was nothing more than a chicken jumping off a high-rise building.
It seemed to soar high, but sooner or later it would crash down, trampled to dust by the crowd.
But now, everyone's opinion has changed.
Because they've discovered with horror that this isn't a chicken at all; this is a Godzilla riding on a rainbow!
No matter how much force you use to stomp on it, Fang Huan remains unmoved, and can easily break the foot that's stepping on it!
Now, it has grown into an invincible, untamable, and even incomprehensible Leviathan.
Thus, Wall Street gave it a name filled with awe and trembling—the Fang Huan Empire!
Yes, it's no longer just a company; it's an outright financial empire!
An empire means unquestionable rule, it means the power of life and death!
"Forget it, don't overthink it.
Why should small fry like us look so far ahead? Just focus on the immediate gains.
If you're really so skeptical, try learning from Su Hao, go all in every game, and win every time. Can you do that?"
"Sigh, I don't have that ability! Besides, with the current wave Fang Huan has created, who dares to go against it? They'd be crushed to pieces instantly."
In a sense, investing now seems much simpler than before.
Blindly follow Fang Huan, and you'll be living in a villa by the sea.
But anyone who dares to disagree will have to face the monstrous waves that are about to sweep in with their own lives.
***
On the way to the guild base, Su Hao gazed thoughtfully at the scenery outside the car window.
Sitting beside him, Lin Fan, observing his expression, cautiously spoke:
"Chairman Su, I know this place. This is the barbecue stall you used to enjoy dining with Chairman Huang. I bet you haven't been here in ages, have you?"
Su Hao couldn't help but smile wryly.
"Sigh, never mind. I don't even dare walk alone on the street anymore. Too many people recognize me."
Just a year ago, he could still go downstairs for barbecue in his shorts.
But now, he's practically a household name across the entire country.
Now, even if he goes for a stroll wearing a mask and sunglasses, he might be stopped by an older woman in his neighborhood, asking for advice on which stocks to buy.
"Investment God," "Midas Touch," "Living Legend"...
A whole host of exaggerated titles that even he finds nauseating are plastered all over him like stubborn plasters, impossible to peel off.
"If I'd known it would be like this, I shouldn't have agreed to go on that TV show."
He grumbled inwardly.
He'd already turned down 99% of the overwhelming interview and program invitations, and even specifically instructed the company to minimize media exposure.
Even so, he's now doing a small interview every three days and a large one every five.
"There's nothing I can do. Your achievements are just too astonishing.
Most trending topics cool down in a few days.
But topics about you never seem to lose their heat.
And every time it's about to die down, you always manage to stir up some new controversy."
"You mean the recent events in South Korea?"
“Yes. You predicted the collapse of the Korean economy and resolutely chose to short it. Our Fang Huan also released a bearish report, and now the entire market is in an uproar.”
Su Hao remained silent.
Once upon a time, he invested freely and without restraint.
But now, every step he took felt like a heavy burden on his shoulders.
Because the eyes of the world were like countless cameras, watching his every move 24/7.
As the ancients said, “Make a fortune quietly.”
Perhaps the most enjoyable thing in the world is to be an unknown, hidden tycoon.
“So, what’s the market situation in Korea now? I was just about to listen to the report… uh!”
Before he could finish speaking, Su Hao’s expression suddenly froze!
“Chairman Su?!”
Here we go again.
Su Hao pressed his temples sharply; a piercing pain instantly seized his senses.
For the past few days, his physical condition had been very off.
Often, without warning, his intuition would suddenly kick in, bringing a wave of dizziness that left him crouching for a long time before he could recover.
Sometimes, he would feel inexplicably nauseous at the dinner table, unable to even drink a sip of water for a long time.
But this time, the headache was more intense than ever before!
Instantly, his vision was swallowed by endless darkness, as if he were about to faint at any moment.
'What the hell... why is it happening again?'
Before his consciousness completely faded, he instinctively wanted to call for help from Lin Fan beside him.
However, just as he opened his mouth—
The pure darkness was suddenly ripped apart by a blinding light!
A bizarre vision unfolded in his mind!
'Wait, what is that…!'
Illuminating this darkness was none other than…
'!?'
A gigantic truck, its two headlights, blindingly bright like the pupils of death, was hurtling head-on towards him at an unstoppable, insane speed!
In that instant, Su Hao snapped back to reality!
'Brake!!'
His roar was earth-shattering, almost lifting the roof off the truck!
'Ah… ah?'
The driver in the driver's seat clearly hadn't caught up with Su Hao's sudden train of thought. His foot was still on the accelerator, his face a picture of philosophical bewilderment, like, 'Who am I? Where am I?'
'Brake! Stomp it! Now!!'
Su Hao's voice had taken on an electronic quality; it was a scream from his vocal cords pushed to their limits!
The driver was nearly scared out of his wits by the yelling. His body reacted instinctively, slamming the brake pedal to the floor!
Screech—screech—!!!
The screeching of the tires against the pavement nearly tore at his eardrums.
The black van seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, its tires leaving two dark, scorching tracks on the asphalt before coming to a sudden, abrupt stop!
Lin Fan, a normally composed and impeccably groomed businessman, was completely stunned by the sudden yell and abrupt braking, nearly spitting out blood.
He looked at Su Hao, still shaken, and stammered:
"Mr. Su... what are you doing...?"
Before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!
"Holy crap! What...what the hell was that?!"
Boom! Boom!
Just as they finished speaking, an out-of-control heavy truck, like a monstrous beast roaring out of hell, burst forth from a blind spot with a ferocious, crushing force!
It was like a cannonball, grazing their vehicle, whipping past with a scorching wind, a mere hair's breadth away!
Then—
Boom! Boom!
A deafening roar echoed as the truck, in a suicidal act, crashed headfirst into a roadside building.
The reinforced concrete wall was as fragile as tofu before it, instantly smashing a gaping, gruesome hole!
Dust and debris shot into the sky, as if a small bomb had detonated!