Chapter 578: "The Divine Move"

“But I still don’t understand,” Huang Fengwen rubbed his temples,
“Even if he shifted the battleground, why did it have to be the ‘family bucket’ of stocks?
The only difference between this pile of stuff and toilet paper now is that toilet paper can at least be used to wipe your butt, but this stuff is too hard to even wipe your butt!”
“You’re right, Chairman. The prices of these stocks are all lying at historic lows, there’s no way to get them back up.
After all, everyone thinks Hillis’s election is a sure thing, so naturally, CP-related stocks have plummeted to rock bottom; anyone who touches them is doomed.”
Against this backdrop, Su Hao, like a scavenger, gleefully stuffed these “waste papers” into his sack.
This was practically like carrying a gas cylinder into a crematorium—he didn’t want to die fast enough.
After all, Hillis’s approval rating right now was practically rubbing CP into the ground!
The entire United States was celebrating the birth of their first female president in history ahead of schedule; the champagne was almost sold out.
"If Hillis really wins, what will happen to all these 'toilet paper' stocks we have?"
"Uh... these companies basically rely on the candidate's slogans and his die-hard fan base for their livelihood.
If the candidate loses, they... will most likely be liquidated and delisted."
"And yet, Su Hao is still going on a buying spree?"
"Yes. He seems to have turned every boast the candidate made during the campaign...
no, every policy he proposed into investment targets, not letting a single related concept stock slip by."
"What about those bastards on Wall Street? What's their reaction? Are any of them buying along with us?"
"No. They're still pouring money into Hillis concept stocks like crazy, afraid of missing out if they're too late."
Hearing this, Huang Fengwen's brows furrowed deeply.
"So, the whole world is veering left, but Su Hao alone is boldly veering right?"
"You could say that. Moreover, some well-informed institutions have already noticed the unusual actions of Fanghuan Investment, but they just treat it as a joke.
In their view, the tide has turned, and it's irreversible."
"Because... the possibility of a comeback is zero?"
"Yes, most institutions' assessment reports conclude that:
Even if we mobilize all our media resources to launch a massive propaganda war, we cannot shake the Democratic Party's leading advantage.
Therefore, Wall Street doesn't take our actions seriously at all."
Today, Su Hao's reputation is completely different.
He was once an unknown ghost hunter in the jungle of capital;
Now, his name on Wall Street is synonymous with "god."
【The God of Investment】!
This is the highest title the world has bestowed upon him.
But this god made such a heretical decision that even his former deities chose to apostatize en masse.
They felt their god had gone mad!
“Of course, some of the ‘vulture funds,’ which followed Chairman Su like fanatics, have also started to follow our lead like mad dogs, entering the market en masse.”
“Ultimately, they're not the mainstream, are they?”
“Yes, Chairman. To everyone else, buying up candidate stocks now is a pure, unadulterated act of…suicide.”
But other people's opinions were never Huang Fengwen's primary concern.
He glanced around at his core executives.
“What about you? What do you all think?”
The group exchanged bewildered glances. One of them forced a smile and spoke:
“Well… Chairman, we've analyzed this countless times, but we can't find any reason why CP could win.
The timing, the location, the people—the whole world seems to be on Hillis's side.
The storm in South Korea is a divine assist for her. But…”
“But what?”
“But… the one who made this choice wasn't just anyone, it was Chairman Su!” A strange light flashed in the man's eyes.
“If it's him, then behind all this irrationality, there must be a deeper reason that we mortals cannot see!”
Upon hearing this, the tense muscles on Huang Fengwen's face finally relaxed, transforming into a meaningful smile.
"Hahaha, well said! You've hit the nail on the head!" He slapped his thigh.
"I don't trust anyone else, but this decision was made by Su Hao!"
His decision meant that this seemingly hopeless game contained a divine move, a move of earth-shattering brilliance.
Although no one knew what that move was.
They didn't understand it, nor did they need to.
"Chairman, perhaps...you could ask Chairman Su yourself?"
"Me?"
"Yes. All along, we've only been speculating about Chairman Su's intentions, and you've rarely directly interfered with his decisions, have you?"
That's because Huang Fengwen deliberately separated Fanghuan Group from Fanghuan Investment.
He gave Su Hao supreme authority and absolute trust.
No matter how outrageous Su Hao's decisions were, he never questioned them.
Because, every time, Su Hao used miraculous results to slap everyone in the face.
"Hmm—" But this time, Huang Fengwen couldn't suppress his burning curiosity either.
Damn it, what terrifying future did Su Hao foresee to be so certain that the candidate could win this doomed battle?
***
In a bustling street-side barbecue restaurant, Su Hao and Huang Fengwen sat facing each other, the skewers steaming on the plate, their aroma enticing.
"Hey, it's been a while since we've been here, hasn't it?"
"Yeah, back in the day, this was our secret hideout," Su Hao replied with a smile.
"Hahaha, it's all your fault, kid!" Huang Fengwen took a swig of beer and complained casually.
"The company is getting bigger and bigger, and everyone's busier, but that's secondary.
The main thing is your face. Everyone recognizes it now. It's like you're under a spotlight wherever you go."
"Well, it's because you insisted on pushing me to the forefront, making me the company's mascot."
"Nonsense! These days, marketing is the lifeline, and brand image is paramount!
If we didn't put your 'Investment God' signboard up, wouldn't that be a waste?"
Once upon a time, the two of them were regulars at this barbecue restaurant.
But as Su Hao appeared in the media more and more frequently, his fame grew to the point that even paparazzi became interested in him.
This carefree, street-side pleasure of eating skewers and drinking became a luxury.
“So, to make sure you eat well today, I booked the whole place.”
Huang Fengwen gestured with his chin towards the dense security team outside.
“This feels… how should I put it, a little strange.” Su Hao looked around at the empty tables and chairs.
“It feels like something’s missing. It seems like that bustling, noisy atmosphere is the soul of barbecue.”
“Who says otherwise? That kind of noise is the best accompaniment to drinks.
But what can you do? We’re celebrities, that’s the price of fame, brother.”
Although the atmosphere wasn’t as lively as he remembered, the food was still the familiar deliciousness.
“Hey, Brother Huang.”
“Hmm?”
“Just say what you have to say, don’t hold it in.”
“What? Cough cough! What, what could I possibly have to say?” Huang Fengwen’s eyes darted around, feigning composure.
Su Hao grinned: “Brother Huang, how many years have I known you?
With your hesitant manner, the whole place being booked, and the drinking spree, if you didn’t have something to ask me, I’d swallow this whole skewer.”
“…” Huang Fengwen awkwardly rubbed his hands, looking like he’d been constipated for days, but finally couldn’t hold back and tentatively asked:
“It’s about… buying stocks at the bottom…”
Just as he suspected.
Su Hao understood; he knew it was about that pile of “family buckets” (referring to cheap, high-end drinks).
"The rumors are already circulating on Wall Street.
They're saying Fanghuan Investment has gone mad, that they have too much money to burn, throwing hundreds of billions down the drain."
Su Hao smiled calmly, thinking to himself: It's hundreds of billions now, soon it might be trillions.
"Brother, I wholeheartedly support your decision." Huang Fengwen's tone became incredibly sincere.
"From beginning to end, I haven't doubted you for a single second.
Even if we lose all the money this time, I, Huang Fengwen, won't even bat an eye.
I just can't help... my immense curiosity.
Because, let alone those Wall Street experts, even I, a layman, see it this election—the candidate really has absolutely no hope."
In this world, if you were to ask who trusts Su Hao the most, it would undoubtedly be Huang Fengwen.
No matter how outrageous, crazy, or dangerous his past investment decisions were, Huang Fengwen was always the one standing behind him, shielding him from all the storms.
So this time, he still chose unconditional trust.