Chapter 638: The Scholar Whose Essence Was Drained by a Peerless Demoness

Anthony set down his glass, his voice chilling:
“Conventional methods won’t quell the civil war.
Unless one side possesses absolute, overwhelming power.”
“Overwhelming power? You mean…”
“The Empire and North Goryeo have lost their leadership, lost order, but they’ve also lost control of something—”
The adjutant seemed to realize something, his pupils constricting sharply:
“You mean… the red button?”
The collapse of the two nations created a vacuum of control over the button, a Damocles’ sword hanging over the heads of all humanity.
Anthony's eyes sharpened:
"For Fang Huan's world, dedicated to establishing a 'new order,' the out-of-control red button is the biggest uncontrollable factor.
How could that old fox Su Hao allow such an uncontrollable variable to exist?"
"Boss, so Su Hao wanting to open the stock markets in both countries is just a pretext?"
"That's right. The opening of the stock market means the restoration of order, the end of the civil war.
It's just a high-sounding excuse!"
Anthony stood up, looking at the pitch-black night outside the window, as if he saw an invisible hand enveloping the entire world.
"What Su Hao really wants is control of the buttons in those two countries!
He wants to put the final piece of the puzzle for the new order world!
That man, he not only wants to be the financial emperor, he also wants to be… the ruler of the Earth!"
***
Su Hao's eyes were fixed on the massive electronic screen before him.
The red and green candlestick charts on the display looked like a swarm of drug-addled ants dancing wildly.
But in Su Hao's eyes, what was pulsating wasn't stock prices, but lines of cause and effect woven from the greed and fear of countless beings!
He had lost count of how long he'd stood there like a statue; the concept of time had long since blurred in his mind.
Perhaps only a few days, or perhaps several epochs had passed.
Strangely, while his physical body was on the verge of collapse, his mental will shone ever brighter.
His brain, far from burning out from prolonged overload, was like an overclocked CPU cooled by liquid nitrogen, its operating speed increasing rather than decreasing, reaching an inhuman peak at this moment.
To keep this mortal body from breaking down, he would occasionally rush into the bathroom for a two-minute shower.
As for eating? He mechanically stuffed sandwiches into his mouth, as if swallowing a fasting pill.
Only in this way could he keep up with the ever-changing market, measured in seconds, and the intuitive signals that seemed to have a cheat code activated.
This was a gluttonous feast!
This is an unprecedented, perhaps even unparalleled, frenzy in global financial history!
It's as if God not only opened your third eye but also blew open the vault door!
In a world where even picking up money requires lightning speed, wasting a single second is disrespectful to money and will be punished by heaven!
"Overall, the market seems to have stabilized, right?"
Su Hao's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded on sandpaper, as he asked without turning his head.
Beside him, Liang Haiyuan, his eyes filled with fervor, stared intently at Su Hao's back as if on a pilgrimage, and replied in a trembling voice:
“Yes, Chairman Su! Although the market was volatile like a rollercoaster at the beginning of the trading day, it has now begun to recover, slowly returning to its pre-financial crisis state.
At this rate, a full recovery is only a matter of time.”
To achieve this result, Su Hao, Fang Huan, and even governments around the world have gone to great lengths.
They've been using media hype and advertising everywhere, practically selling their underwear to maintain confidence—they're working even harder than a presidential campaign.
“What about the Empire and Gao Li? Still no movement?” Su Hao asked.
“The group is studying plans. After all, those two places are hotbeds of conflict; restarting the stock market there will be very difficult.”
Su Hao frowned slightly.
The global stock market seems stable, but it's like a patient who has just undergone heart bypass surgery; the slightest disturbance could send them back to death.
The global economy is a network; without this crucial piece, the so-called “stability” is nothing but a castle in the air.
“These two countries still have a solid foundation. As soon as the war ends, those financial giants will swarm in more nimbly than vultures.
The recovery will definitely be faster than we imagine.”
This is an inevitable trend, unstoppable by human effort.
“In that case…”
Su Hao took a deep breath, preparing to follow his intuition once again and launch a new round of harvesting from that digital ocean.
Just as he was about to give the order—
Boom!
The trading hall door was kicked open with the force of a raid, like a raid by a brothel squad!
“Uh… Brother Huang?!”
The newcomer was none other than Fang Huan's leader, Su Hao's elder brother, Huang Fengwen.
At this moment, the big shot's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his face trembling with menacing expressions, as if saying:
That utterly depraved boss Huang He has finally been caught!
"Su Hao! You little brat, do you have a death wish?!"
Huang Fengwen's shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shaking the entire hall.
"...Huh?"
Su Hao looked bewildered, his mind still reeling from the flow of trillions of dollars.
"How many times have I told you! Nothing is more important than your health!
No matter how much money you make, you have to rest!
Are you ignoring me again?!"
"Um... Brother Huang, I've been following your advice, trying to 'balance work and rest' while trading..."
"Bullshit! 'Bad job' my foot! I saw it on the security camera!" Huang Fengwen spat as he spoke,
"Thirty minutes a day and you call that rest? You haven't slept for seven days and seven nights!
Even a person of iron can't withstand this!
Do you really think you're some kind of immortal being, with an indestructible body?"
"Brother Huang, it's not that bad, I can still manage..."
"Manage my ass! Look at yourself in the mirror!
Your eyes are bloodshot, you look like you have rabies!
If it weren't for Li Huilin from your department coming to my office crying..."
Su Hao subconsciously glanced at his reflection in the glass window beside him.
Indeed, the man in the mirror was emaciated, his eyes sunken, looking like a scholar whose life force had been drained by a bewitching demoness—a truly pitiful sight.
"Cough, Brother Huang, it's really nothing. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to save the global market."
"How could I go to sleep at a time like this? I can't even spare a second of that…"
Su Hao tried to persist, but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a soft "snap" in his mind—the sound of a string breaking.
That mysterious "intuition" that had been supporting him, so intuitive and effortless, suddenly snapped!
It was like the internet cable connecting him to a game being forcibly unplugged, or like a trial version of a cheat program suddenly expiring, turning stock codes into cold, lifeless numbers.
"Ugh…"
As that profound intuition faded, the exhaustion that had been forcibly suppressed for seven days and seven nights surged back like a flood bursting its banks!
It was a depletion from the depths of his soul.
Su Hao felt dizzy, the floor beneath his feet seemed to turn into soft cotton, his body felt as if his spine had been removed, and he collapsed limply to the ground.
"Su…Su Hao!"
"Chairman Su!"
In the last moment before his vision was swallowed by darkness, the image froze on Huang Fengwen's terrified face.