Chapter 577: A Sixty-Year-Old Retired Cadre

Nadtang felt like his brain's CPU was about to burn out; he couldn't understand a word Aiden was saying.
"That 'guild'... and that Fang Huan Investment, who's pulling the strings behind the scenes?
Who's treating our country like a toy, manipulating it at will?!"
"Nobody knows. None of us have ever seen 'that gentleman' in person."
"That gentleman?"
"That's what everyone calls him.
We don't know his name, we haven't seen his face, but everyone firmly believes he exists.
We, the people in this organization, are just following the orders conveyed by his 'agent.'"
"Sounds like a damned shoe cult!"
"Perhaps," Aiden laughed, "but throughout history, has there ever been such a powerful shoe cult?
Powerful enough that even you, the former president, have come seeking its help?"
The strongest shoe cult in history!
This definition sent chills down Nadtang's spine.
All shoe cults are scams, but this one seemed to truly possess godlike power.
“So, when will Fanghuan Investment finally give me an answer?
Are they really planning to go all the way down this path, stubbornly protecting the Democratic Party?”
“I can’t fathom that gentleman’s will.
But I can tell you one thing—he actually already gave you his answer.”
“What?”
“I heard that Fanghuan Investment recently liquidated all its hedging assets and started buying up other…special targets.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“Of course it does.” Aiden’s eyes became playful.
“Although the news hasn’t fully spread, according to our intelligence, the things Fanghuan Investment is frantically buying up…
are precisely the stocks deeply tied to your Nadetang.”
Nadetang looked utterly bewildered.
Stocks related to him?
Aren’t they all worthless now, even dogs wouldn’t want them?
"That's right, but think about it, once you're elected...
What will happen to those worthless stocks that nobody wants right now?"
"Could it be...!" Nadetang's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Fanghuan Investment has already placed its bets on the table. It's just that you haven't understood the cards yet."
"!?
So that's how it is!
But if that's the case, why didn't they just send someone to tell him directly!
“Wouldn’t that leave a trace?” Aiden seemed to read his mind.
“Fang Huan’s style has always been like this. They never waste words; they only let their actions speak for themselves, voting with their money.
That way, they won’t leave any handle in the annals of history.”
“Wait! So you mean they really have a way to put me on the presidential throne?
Do you know how big the gap is between my approval rating and Hillis’s right now?”
“Of course you know.”
“Our entire party has tried its best, but we can’t reverse the decline. The gap in approval ratings has become hopeless!
Everyone outside is saying that even if Fang Huan invests and personally intervenes, it’s too late!”
Hearing this, Aiden chuckled.
“In our mortal understanding, that’s certainly true.”
"But now that Fang Huan has placed his bet, it means they've already written the entire script for a comeback."
"Then what do I need to do?"
"Nothing," Aiden said casually, picking up his teacup. "Just be yourself, criticize whoever you want, brag as you please."
Nothing to do?
"Just wait and see. Soon, you'll witness it firsthand.
Witness how Fang Huan completely overturns this seemingly settled game."
However, Nadtang's mind went blank. He racked his brains but couldn't think of any possibility of a comeback.
"My election is terrible news for your Democratic Party."
“I don’t care,” Aiden shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t even understand why you’re so obsessed with this position.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can probably guess your little scheme,” Aiden’s gaze sharpened.
“After being elected, you’ll immediately turn your back on him, betray him, and bite the hand that feeds you, right?”
“I…I was…”
“I advise you not to try to be clever,” Aiden slowly stood up, looking down at him with an almost divine indifference.
“Even this old man, nearing his grave, can see through your tricks. Do you think…that gentleman wouldn’t be able to see through them?”
Aiden’s face held a detached, calm smile.
It wasn’t indifference, but a deep-seated, absolute trust.
Trust Fanghuan Investment, or rather, trust that "Mr."—there's absolutely nothing he can't do!
***
"Are you sure these junk stocks... were personally ordered by Chairman Su to be swept away like mad?"
At the Fanghuan Group's board meeting, Huang Fengwen stared intently at the long string of stock codes on the screen, a string of blood-red, seemingly mass funeral-like numbers, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
The monitor displayed a uniform array of stocks, all related to that unreliable presidential candidate, "Na Detang."
They were known in the industry as the "Na Detang Family Bucket."
"Yes, Chairman. Every single transaction was personally approved by Chairman Su," the secretary replied.
"This... how much the hell is this? The zeros after this number are dizzying!"
Huang Fengwen felt his heart pounding.
Hundreds of billions of yuan, like a flood bursting its banks, were pouring into that turbulent, half-dead capital market.
“Didn’t he say before that anyone who dares to throw money into the stock market now is a complete idiot?”
“That’s right, Chairman.” The secretary nodded.
“With that global economic storm, capital worldwide is desperately rushing into safe-haven assets.
But… Chairman Su is doing the opposite. He’s withdrawing all the massive amounts of money we’ve accumulated in safe-haven assets, and then…
he’s pouring it all into Old M’s stock market like water.”
This move is simply defying the heavens!
You know, ever since Su Hao became a legend in his first battle, he’s acted completely out of character.
Having sheathed its fangs like an ancient beast, it unusually and quietly buried astronomical sums of money in those so-called "safe-haven assets," remaining utterly unmoved, as steady as a sixty-year-old retired cadre.
"But isn't that precisely why we've made a fortune?" another executive beside Huang Fengwen couldn't help but interject.
Safe-haven assets are called "safe-haven" because they have low volatility and are as stable as a rock.
However, at the very moment South Korea collapsed, the prices of these normally ignored safe-haven assets skyrocketed like rockets.
At an unbelievable angle, they tore through the sky, soaring to an unprecedented peak!
"So Chairman Su concluded that this was the historical high, and it was time to cash out.
Therefore, he cashed out all his profits, principal and interest, and immediately moved on to a new battlefield."
Huang Fengwen's mind raced, a chilling thought surfacing in his head:
"You mean... Su Hao foresaw all of this?
He calculated the collapse of the Korean Peninsula, so he planted his money in advance, waiting for this day?"
"Yes. He not only foresaw the collapse but also accurately predicted the peak of safe-haven assets.
Now, without hesitation, he sold everything at the high point, securing his profits!"
So that's how it is.
Su Hao, that financial behemoth, hadn't changed his nature at all; he had merely temporarily sheathed his fangs, disguising himself as a harmless lamb.
He wasn't hibernating; he was lurking in a deeper, darker cave, patiently waiting for the moment to strike decisively!