Chapter 615: Conspiracy Theorist Leader

But now, the facts are staring them in the face.
Fanghuan Investment is like a player with a cheat code, not only finding all their "seeds" but also covering them with a layer of cement, making them visible but untouchable!
"Doesn't that mean... our hundreds of billions of dollars in private savings are now all meat on Fanghuan Investment's chopping block?!"
"...Yes."
"Didn't they say it would only be frozen for a maximum of ten days? Three days have passed, won't it be unfrozen in another week?"
Some still clung to a sliver of hope.
"No, sir." The person reporting trembled; the news shattered their last illusions.
"Fanghuan just released a new announcement: except for our locked assets, all others will be unfrozen.
And those that were locked will be frozen 'indefinitely'...until the war ends!"
"!?!"
Everyone present was struck dumb, their faces deathly pale. This was like the sky falling!
Previously, they had heard the freeze would only last ten days, allowing them to remain calm and even consider using the opportunity to complain to the president and negotiate.
The promise of a "ten-day unfreezing" gave them a sliver of hope.
But now they were horrified to discover that Fang Huan Investment had never intended to return their money from the beginning!
"In other words, if the war doesn't end, we won't get our money back for even a day?"
"And not just the end of the war! Who knows, one day those damned bastards might 'legally' embezzle our money!"
"..."
Movich felt his palms were drenched in cold sweat.
For so many years, wave after wave of sanctions from the West had never truly made them feel a sense of crisis.
But this time, he felt a doomsday-like fear.
“So, everyone, let’s talk. What are your thoughts?
Are we… forced to… sever ties with the President?”
“That madman has lost his mind!” A portly oligarch slammed his fist on the table.
“I disagreed with starting this war from the beginning! A war without a just cause, what’s the point?”
“That’s right! He just wants to leave a lasting mark on history before he dies!
He doesn’t care about our lives; he’s using our money, our future, to fulfill his ridiculous personal ambitions! And before his illusory ambitions are even realized, our hard-earned money is about to vanish!”
“That’s not all! Over the years, anyone who dared to disobey him has been sent to their death by a cup of spiked ‘red tea.’
Are we supposed to live in this fear forever?”
“Everyone knows how much wealth we’ve lost over the years because of him!
Now, are we going to lose even our last safe haven, our last lifeline? I absolutely refuse to agree!”
However, their opponent was the president.
A strongman who rose to power through iron fist and purges was deeply wary of any possible form of rebellion.
A head-on confrontation would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.
“…Then,” a deep voice sounded from the corner, “why don’t we…ask for outside help?”
“Outside help? Who?”
“Fanghuan Investment. As far as I know, their mercenary organization called ‘Wildfire’ also has a base in the Empire…”
A deathly silence fell over the room.
Fanghuan Investment was the one who pushed them into the abyss;
And now, it seemed only Fanghuan Investment could pull them out of the abyss.
How ironic!
“…Can you get in touch?”
“Yes.”
At least half of those present would die trying to challenge the president’s authority.
But if… they had a battle-hardened, top-tier team like “Wildfire” to plan a flawless operation…
Perhaps, they could end this mad farce with minimal cost!
Movich took a deep breath, a resolute ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
“Go, contact them. Tell them we need… an opportunity.”
If “Wildfire” accepted the deal, then perhaps the only thing these oligarchs needed to prepare was one thing.
A cup of warm black tea.
***
"Wake up, you all! We've all been fooled, like a bunch of pigs being raised in a pen, being manipulated by a colossal lie!"
On the television screen, a blond foreigner, spitting as he spoke, roared at the sea of ​​faces below the audience with the fervor of a drug-addled pyramid scheme leader.
He looked as if he were about to rise up and overturn the world at any moment.
"The media! Capital! Politicians! They're all in cahoots!
Their ultimate goal is to turn each and every one of us into their eternal slaves and prey!
Stop believing their lies! Are you really willing to wear these shackles?!"
Wow, that face looks familiar.
Su Hao squinted, recognizing the man as James Eugene, once a top Hollywood star, enjoying immense popularity.
But one day, as if under a spell, this guy vanished from the entertainment industry.
Who would have thought that upon his return, he would be the "number one troll" of conspiracy theories?
He travels around "preaching," spreading shocking and outrageous claims, exposing the "truths behind the world."
He's known as the "Conspiracy Theory Guru."
His highly inflammatory "wake-up call" speaking tour is currently being broadcast as bizarre news by an online program specializing in sensationalist documentaries.
His frenzied energy is palpable even through the screen.
"Brother, you didn't know, did you?" Su Hui brought over two steaming bowls of noodles, her words muffled.
"Back when Yi Qing was making the biggest fuss, it was this James Eugene who went around the world shouting that vaccines were high-tech gadgets used by the world's dark forces.
He said one shot could 'blow your brain,' and anyone who got it would be an idiot!"
"Oh? Is that true?" Su Hao raised an eyebrow.
"Absolutely!" Su Hui slurped up a mouthful of noodles, becoming even more animated.
"He said that stuff wasn't for our health at all, but a backdoor program that went straight to the brainstem, specifically designed to strip people of their free will!"
Even more outrageous, he claimed with absolute certainty that the virus itself was a massive global reality show orchestrated by a world-wide mastermind to sell vaccines and exploit the world!
Su Hao picked up a mouthful of noodles, about to put it in his mouth, when his movement suddenly froze:
"...Wait, this 'mastermind' he's talking about, could it be...referring to our Fang Huan?"
"Who else? Besides our family, who else on Earth has such extraordinary abilities?"
Su Hui shrugged, giving him a "you just realized that?" look.
With a "clatter," Su Hao's chopsticks fell to the table, and the steaming noodles in his bowl instantly lost their appeal.