Chapter 635: The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth

This is a war without gunfire, yet more breathtaking than any blood-soaked battlefield.
The ocean of numbers roars, the red and green candlestick charts like two ancient, ferocious dragons, ravaging the abyss known as the "global economy."
And Fang Huan, atop this world's grave, dances amidst the deafening roar of collapse!
Fang Huan Investment, trading hall.
The air seems to have solidified into lead, oppressively suffocating.
Only the clatter of keyboards, like a sudden downpour on banana leaves, densely packed, forming a chilling war drumbeat.
"Chairman Su! Trading volume exploded!"
A trader stared intently at the screen.
"Trading volume is like a volcanic eruption! It surged by 340%!
While the S&P 500 futures index took off in response, liquidity has already run out, and a precipitous drop is expected soon!
The circuit breaker mechanism could be triggered at any moment!"
Su Hao, sitting at the control panel, raised an eyebrow:
"Circuit breaker? Didn't those bigwigs at the regulatory level say they could postpone it?"
"Yes… the major exchanges said they would minimize intervention and 'consider' postponing the circuit breaker.
But you know how bureaucrats are; you can't trust even the punctuation. The actual outcome depends on their mood and how the situation changes."
Su Hao didn't answer immediately.
He looked at the large screen in front of him. What was pulsating on it wasn't just numbers, but the pulse of the world, an electrocardiogram woven from the greed and fear of countless people.
In that instant, that familiar, electric-like shiver ran through his spine again.
That was a signal from his intuition!
“Since the rules have changed, we’ll change them too.” Su Hao waved his hand sharply, as if commanding an army.
“Draw the rest of the funds and dump them in!
Since the regulators like to play the ‘I have the final say’ game, we can’t be too compliant.”
“Yes, Chairman Su, where do we draw funds from?”
Su Hao’s gaze swept across the ocean, instantly locking onto the European section in the corner of the screen.
There, the data representing the London stock market was flashing.
But in his “intuition,” that light was rapidly dimming, like a dying star about to be extinguished.
"Let's execute a massive capital reshuffle.
Cut the investment portfolio I'm currently setting up in London in half!
Don't worry about the pain; these days, there's nothing worth missing in the British Empire except fish and chips.
Withdraw the funds and go all in on the S&P 500!"
"All in?!"
"Yes, all in."
Su Hao casually opened his London market holdings list, his fingers moving like a phantom, tapping rapidly in the air.
Each click felt like the Grim Reaper sketching the Book of Life and Death.
"These two, these three, and this whole area… whatever I click on, liquidate it, no matter the cost!
Don't worry about market shocks, even if you smash the London Stock Exchange to pieces, it doesn't matter!
Our only goal is—to forcefully push that S&P index up!"
"Yes, sir!"
The end of one order didn't mean a break; immediately, another piece of bad news rushed in as if it were rushing to be reborn.
"Chairman Su! The Gallic stock market is about to collapse! It's practically in freefall!
Our first wave of investment only gave it a brief, temporary respite before it started plummeting again!"
"Is it another credit rating issue?" Su Hao raised an eyebrow, seemingly expecting this.
"That's right! Rumors are flying everywhere that Gallus's sovereign credit rating is about to drop to A+.
This is the final straw; panic selling has erupted uncontrollably."
Su Hao chuckled upon hearing this.
"Sure enough, romance can't put food on the table."
Gallic country is structurally a program riddled with bugs.
They constantly tout their high welfare programs, turning their national finances into a Ponzi scheme.
Welfare is certainly appealing, like a free lunch—who wouldn't love it?
But the problem is, when more and more elderly people are freeloading, and fewer and fewer young people are responsible for cooking, the meal becomes unsustainable.
When welfare becomes an unfillable black hole, crime, riots, and endless social unrest follow.
To appease those infantile voters, welfare policies become the only painkiller.
But this stuff needs to be sustainable!
Like cultivating immortality, if your foundation is unstable, relying solely on elixirs to force your way through will only result in qi deviation and death.
"That President Kmaron was a real man, wanting to undergo painful reform, but what happened?
He was drowned by the spittle of his citizens, who are used to sucking the blood from the nation."
Su Hao shook his head, a hint of mockery in his voice.
"It's a pity, those people have been spoiled.
They'd rather leave astronomical debts to their grandchildren than let themselves miss their afternoon tea and paid vacations.
The so-called public protests are nothing more than a bunch of overgrown children throwing tantrums."
This is why investor confidence has collapsed.
Even with Fang Huan Investment's massive investment, it was like performing CPR on a corpse—seemingly futile.
"..."
But Su Hao's eyes changed again.
In his vision, amidst the ashes representing the Gallic market, a few tenacious golden lights faintly shone.
That was rebirth after destruction! That was life in the face of despair!
Though few, each ray of light was pure enough to send shivers down one's spine.
"Listen, ignore what those strikers think. See these stocks I've selected?
Watch them. When they drop to a point where no one dares to look, buy them without hesitation!
Drain all the liquid funds in that group's account, leave not a single penny!"
"Yes...yes!"
No matter how counterintuitive or illogical Su Hao's investment decisions were,
at Fang Huan Investment, Su Hao was a god.
No one dared question the divine decree, even if it sounded like the ravings of a madman.
At Fanghuan Investment, there's an ironclad rule that transcends everything:
【Abandon your ego! Execute orders!】
This slogan, handwritten by Liang Haiyuan, the director of the trading department, and hung on the door and walls, is a wild, cursive script exuding a strong sense of adolescent angst.
Initially, everyone thought it sounded like a cult slogan.
Some newly joined elite traders even felt insulted.
But now? They love it.
This is the truth! This is the Bible! This is the only path to financial freedom!
No need to think, no need to agonize, no need to worry about astronomical profits and losses, just click the mouse like a heartless tentacle monster!
Damn, this feeling is fucking sweet!