Chapter 627: I Believed This Guy's Evil

This is the most unsolvable, open conspiracy.
Go watch those videos; Su Hao's performance is Oscar-worthy.
His voice choked with emotion, his eyes filled with tears, he sincerely appealed for unity to overcome the difficulties together.
Countless ignorant people were completely bewitched by his handsome face and god-like acting skills, utterly unaware that behind this was a dark sacrifice aimed at conquering the world!
"Now, any voice criticizing Fang Huan's investment online will immediately be drowned in the spittle of his followers.
They'll call you 'heartless,' 'How could you slander such a great saint!'"
"Could those fanatical netizens online also be AI-generated puppets?"
"Very likely. But regardless, mainstream public opinion is on their side. If we don't do as they say..."
"We will not only be drowned in public opinion and devoured by the 'faith' of the fanatical masses, but ultimately, we will all die together, is that what you mean?"
"Yes..."
They're a fucking ruthless bunch!
"An angel's face, a devil's heart"—this phrase seems tailor-made for them!
But now, no one dares to stand up and expose them, no one dares to defy their will.
Because the price of doing so would be the destruction of the nation, the collapse of the entire civilized order!
President Kmaron slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, muttering to himself:
"It seems... the end of the world has truly come."
However, this end of the world is not the nuclear war and destruction people imagine.
It is a new world built on lies, controlled by a behemoth.
It is the end of the old era,
and... the end of the modern civilized world!
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"As expected, Fang Huan Investment is putting on a 'Savior of Mankind' show."
Smark stroked his stubble, watching the man's righteous performance on the screen, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips.
Of course, Su Hao's original words weren't so pretentious, but roughly speaking, he meant he wanted to be the reincarnation of Jesus, cleaning up the world's messes along the way.
"But, Chairman... is he really being sincere?"
"Even through the screen, I felt that heart-stirring sincerity, and I almost wanted to buy money on the spot!"
The assistant beside him was clearly moved by this grand sentiment.
Smark understood this feeling perfectly.
After all, even he, who knew best what kind of devilish soul lurked beneath Su Hao's gentle and refined exterior...
Watching that kid's brilliant performance of genuine emotion in front of the camera, he almost fell for the guy's lies.
It was an extremely dangerous illusion.
A damned illusion lingered: "Maybe Su Hao, that bastard, is just an ordinary person with incredible luck?
And all those despicable things he did were just unintentional mistakes?"
But just a second, just a single second to reflect...
Fang Huan Investment, under Su Hao's command, committed acts more wicked than the devil, more despicable than bandits—those acts that could be described as "financial terrorism"—and Smark immediately snapped back to reality:
To hell with ordinary people!
This guy is clearly a devil in human skin!
A super psychopath who can conjure up Oscar-worthy acting skills at any moment, treating the world's intelligent people like monkeys!
A person who can switch between a compassionate, saintly face at any time, expressing the most genuine emotions;
A wicked devil who manipulates the whole world with that heart-wrenching tone and vivid storytelling!
"The first time I saw him, I was almost fooled by that innocent face, even more innocent than the boy next door."
Smark ground his back teeth, his voice filled with the bitterness of past memories.
"Back then, I thought, such a handsome young man, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do something as despicable as digging up someone's ancestral graves..."
And what happened? You know, he tricked me so badly I almost sold my underwear!"
Originally, his Stella, his "Mars Project," everything should have been his Smark's empire, his private throne to reach the universe and realize his adolescent dreams!
The script was supposed to go that way, everything went smoothly, perfect like a textbook case.
Until Su Hao, that bastard with no sense of morality, led Fang Huan and his gang of mad dogs, like a homing missile specifically designed for him, brazenly crashing into his life's trajectory!
"If it weren't for Fang Huan's investment! Would I be sitting here like a lunatic right now?"
Smark gulped down a mouthful of strong coffee, his eyes bloodshot more than a spiderweb.
"I should have been on tons of stimulants, welding myself to my workbench 24/7, burning my life away for my grand Martian dream!"
That's right, Smark, a globally recognized workaholic.
A fanatical genius who thinks sleeping is a waste of life, takes stimulants like vitamins, and works by burning his life out.
His life has only one ultimate goal:
To colonize Mars, to transform that red planet into his own private backyard, a pure land untouched by the laws of the mortal world!
He has declared unabashedly on countless public occasions:
To establish an independent empire on Mars, free from war, turmoil, and any earthly constraints!
To this end, he speculates in Bitcoin, builds rockets, develops robots, and like a greedy snake, frantically devours any company that can contribute to his Martian dream.
But now, this grand blueprint has been ripped open by Fang Huan Investment.
No, more accurately, it was Su Hao, that treacherous man, who, with an invisible hand, has choked his dream by the throat.
“But Chairman, even if Fang Huan Investment’s ambition is to devour the whole world, he can’t just be joking about saving the stock market this time, can he?”
The secretary was still unwilling to give up.
And this was precisely the only glimmer of hope that Smark saw in this apocalyptic scene.
“According to you, to save the world, to revive the entire stock market, we have to start with large companies like ours, right? We can’t start with poverty alleviation, can we?”
“Exactly! That’s the most efficient way. The larger the company, the stronger its influence on the market!
One dragon awakens, and it can bring thousands of small fish and shrimp back to life!”
Su Hao had confidently pledged during the live stream that he would pour all of Fang Huan's investment into giving the ailing global economy a much-needed boost.
Therefore, to fulfill that promise, starting with rescuing companies like Stella, a pillar of stability, was the logical, obvious, and unquestionable best choice!
After all, where is the world's financial center?
Wall Street!
Once we pull M-shares out of the ICU, the world's stock markets will naturally follow suit!
So, picking a few of the strongest and most powerful companies from the M-share market and pulling them up from their daily limit down is the optimal solution!
"Isn't that exactly what they're talking about—companies like our Stella?!"
Smark muttered to himself, as if hypnotizing himself, his tone carrying a hint of expectation he himself didn't want to admit.