Chapter 612: Words Become Law

The new oligarchic class—this is not a historical term, but a newly emerging elite class within the empire's fabric.
At the president's behest, they swarmed like hungry vultures at the corpses of the old-era tycoons, dividing their vast assets and swearing allegiance to the new emperor with this bloody "pledge of allegiance."
They were the president's sharpest blade and his most loyal dogs.
However, the foundation of their loyalty was self-interest.
If forced to choose between the two gods of "the president" and "money" as their sole master…
they would unhesitatingly grovel at the feet of money.
Because loyalty, in the face of absolute self-interest, is utterly worthless.
"...What did you say? Say it again, what's locked?!"
The emergency meeting room was filled with smoke.
Oligarch Movich was discussing emergency countermeasures after the collapse of North Goryeo when his confidant's panicked report exploded in his ears like a thunderclap. The cigar in his hand fell with a "thud" onto the expensive carpet.
“It’s Fanghuan Exchange! They…they’ve launched a brand new AML system, indiscriminately freezing all suspicious funds globally on a massive scale!”
“These lunatics! What are they trying to do? Are they trying to turn Bitcoin into worthless paper?!”
An oligarch roared, his obese face contorted with terror.
“But…Fanghuan claims this isn’t a permanent freeze.
It’s just a temporary freeze for ten days to cooperate with an urgent investigation. After ten days, all assets will be automatically unfrozen.”
A deathly silence fell over the conference room.
These wealthy individuals, already overwhelmed by the situation in North Korea, felt as if a handful of scalding sand had been stuffed into their throats; every breath was excruciating.
“These guys…could they be using the US as an excuse to take advantage of our misfortune and seize our assets?” someone speculated in fear.
"Whose puppet is BD now? That's no secret in the top international circles," Movich scoffed.
"Fanghuan Investment would participate in this operation simply because of the interests of the US?
That's the funniest joke of the year!"
"This isn't a sanction! This is blatant extortion! It's a threat to us!"
Movich was furious, but he forced himself to calm down, his mind racing.
"Why... ten days?"
If it was just a show for the US, was it necessary to create such a huge spectacle?
No, that's not right.
Fanghuan Investment, which can remotely control BD, has no need to consider Uncle Sam's opinion.
So, what exactly is their purpose?
If they really wanted to rob us, they could have just taken action directly. Why go through all that trouble and leave a ten-day "buffer period"?
"Is it to...reduce the impact on the market?" someone speculated.
"If they directly seize our assets, it will trigger an epic crash in Bitcoin. Perhaps they want to avoid that?"
"No, if they wanted to do that, they could have done it long ago, not waited until today."
Movich shook his head, a chilling glint in his eyes.
Suddenly, he connected all the scattered clues.
He slowly raised his head, surveying the fear-ridden faces in the conference room, and asked, word by word:
"Have you forgotten how our empire has come to this point?"
"It's Fanghuan Investment! It's those bastards!" he growled.
"They blew up our gas pipelines, cutting off our exports to Europe!
They manipulated the oil market, bringing our finances to the brink of collapse!
Now, they've destroyed our ammunition depots, fresh troops, and 'digital banks' in North Korea!
They've plunged our army and wealth into dire straits!"
Yes, Fanghuan Investment was like a patiently executing noose.
That unseen hand was slowly but surely tightening the noose around the necks of all the imperial oligarchs.
"Now, it's our last lifeline, our last asset hidden in Bitcoin, worth hundreds of billions of dollars… They're finally going to make their move!"
So, what do these ten days mean?
The answer is already obvious.
“Ten days…this is our final ultimatum, our time to make a choice!” Movich murmured.
“Choose…choose what?”
“At this point, what choice does our empire have left?”
“Could it be…a ceasefire?”
“But as long as the president remains in that position, he will never abandon this war.
Peace, for us, is nothing but a distant dream.”
This means that as long as the president is in office, a peace agreement will never be reached.
“Then…then what should we do? Are we just supposed to watch helplessly as our last remaining possessions are robbed by those damned bandits from Fang Huan Investment?!”
Another oligarch slammed his fist on the table in agitation.
“No…” A cold smile slowly curved Movich’s lips. “Or… we can choose another path.”
***
“Chairman Su, the market has exploded! Just as we predicted, these guys’ reaction is more violent than a volcanic eruption!”
The instant Fang Huan Investment’s earth-shattering “AML intelligent algorithm” was officially launched, the entire cryptocurrency world shook violently, filled with despair!
In that instant, countless accounts hidden in the deep sea of ​​data…
Whether they were swimming underwater, swimming naked, or doing fancy butterfly strokes…
were all scooped up by the algorithm’s giant net, instantly frozen, turning into lifeless digital ice sculptures.
Immediately afterwards, a wave of protests swept in like a tidal wave!
The company’s servers were completely overwhelmed by a massive influx of protest emails, phone lines were ringing off the hook, and the lawyer’s letters flying in like snowflakes were stacked higher than the company’s receptionist!
Global financial media headlines were instantly flooded with this "crypto massacre," the uproar threatening to shake the very heavens!
Amidst countless protests, one slogan resounded:
"What is Bitcoin? It's freedom! It's faith! It's detoxification! This is betrayal! It's blasphemy!"
And now, Fanghuan Investment, like a hand descending from the heavens, has firmly pinned this runaway horse to the ground!
This is undoubtedly a blatant trampling of the faith of countless believers!
Countless people beat their chests in despair, cursing and wailing, declaring it the darkest day of their lives.
Liang Haiyuan stood before Su Hao, his face grave as he reported:
"Their outcry isn't entirely without reason.
After all, an asset that claims to have broken free from all the shackles of reality is now bound by the most sophisticated, coldest electronic chains."
However, Su Hao merely smiled noncommittally.
Bitcoin, free from any institutional control?
The slogan was shouted louder than anyone else, but in reality, it was a colossal joke.
In this world, what truly belongs to no one?
As long as there is value, there will inevitably be an invisible hand manipulating it from behind.
The so-called "decentralization" is nothing more than jumping from a visible cage into an invisible hunting ground woven by the stronger.
Just like now, he, Su Hao, and Fang Huan Investment behind him, are the new "heavenly way" of this cryptocurrency world.
Words can become law; a single thought can freeze trillions of assets!