Chapter 647: The "God's" View of "Man"

"This is boring. The atmosphere is too depressing, like attending a funeral." Su Hao frowned.
"Hmm?"
"The air here stinks, it's full of the resentment of losers."
Su Hao patted non-existent dust off his sleeves.
"Brother Huang, how about we leave? Showing our faces is already a favor."
"Leaving already? No more humiliation... I mean, no more interaction?"
"No need. What's the point of discussing economics with a bunch of sheep waiting to be slaughtered? That's too cruel."
"Okay." Huang Fengwen's eyes lit up.
"The brothers from the Trinity Guild's US branch have already booked the place, they're waiting to welcome us!"
The two exchanged a glance, reaching a tacit understanding.
Rather than playing mind games with this group of scheming, fake-smiling "world elites," they preferred to eat skewers and chat with their passionate, albeit less skilled, brothers in the guild;
drinking beer that cost a few dollars a bottle, shouting like monkeys for a single piece of equipment.
That was the true home of their souls!
And then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
The Bilderberg Conference, which drew global elites like moths to a flame, the round table supposedly deciding the fate of the world, welcomed two of the most perfunctory guests in history.
Su Hao and Huang Fengwen, the two most powerful men on Earth at the moment, acted like lion kings inspecting their territory.
They merely circled the banquet hall, confirming with their eyes that "this prairie still belongs to me"...
Without even finishing a single drink, they turned and walked towards the door.
As they moved, the crowd parted automatically, like Moses parting the Sea.
No one dared to stop them.
That was absolute oppression from the top of the food chain.
That was the gaze of "god" upon "man"!
The two men were gone in less than five minutes.
But those five minutes felt like an eternity to the elites present, causing the atmosphere at the Bilderberg meeting to plummet.
Only when the two figures completely disappeared behind the door did the immense pressure weighing on everyone's hearts seem to lift.
The banquet hall was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing again, like a group of drowning people finally surfacing.
Some even collapsed into their chairs, their legs giving way.
Su Hao's seemingly harmless, even slightly apologetic smile, was, in these people's eyes, sharper than the scythe of death!
Although it was only a brief appearance, Su Hao's message was clear enough:
I came, I saw, but I fucking don't care about any of this!
True power doesn't need lengthy speeches.
This silent arrogance is more intimidating than any long address.
"They...they're gone? My God, they were only there for five minutes!"
"So arrogant! Utterly disrespectful! Who does he think he is? God?"
"So arrogant! He doesn't even respect Bilderberg!"
Once Su Hao was completely gone, those big shots who hadn't dared to utter a sound before finally regained their voices and began to curse indignantly.
"No, you're wrong."
An aged yet authoritative voice rang out in the center of the crowd.
A hush fell over the crowd. Turning to look, they saw the current President of Country M slowly raise his glass.
He stared at the closed door, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as a dry well.
“Because they don’t need to stay here and listen to our nonsense.
The truth is harsh, gentlemen.
No matter what earth-shattering plans we come up with here, without Fang Huan’s approval, they’re nothing but a pile of worthless paper.
Moreover, Su Hao’s ‘flash mob’ is itself a high-level political declaration.”
I came because I wanted to;
I’m leaving because you don’t deserve to waste my time!
“Compared to a long period of presence, this brief but highly oppressive appearance can plant a deeper fear in people’s hearts.”
The President surveyed the crowd, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he looked at the indignant faces.
"Moreover, Mr. Su Hao is teaching us rules."
"Rules?"
"Yes. Spending a long time with him will give you the illusion that 'he's also human.'
But a fleeting glimpse like this will only make you feel he's an untouchable god."
A true emperor doesn't need to sit on his throne all the time.
He only needs to occasionally reveal a sliver of his power, displaying that despairing pressure, to make his subjects tremble with fear for the rest of their lives, walking on thin ice, daring not to harbor the slightest dissent.
That's Su Hao.
That man understands how to manipulate people's hearts better than anyone else!
"The most terrifying thing is his smile... An uninformed person seeing it would definitely think he's the kind of kind-hearted person who would hold an umbrella for a stray cat in the rain."
But that's precisely what's most chilling.
Beneath that seemingly harmless, even somewhat scholarly face lies a heart capable of coldly calculating the entire world, treating everything as a pawn.
A black heart?
No, that man's heart is probably made of a black hole.
“But, Your Excellency! Fang Huan’s power is out of control!”
A group of tycoons, who had just managed to catch their breath, immediately surrounded the president.
These usually arrogant figures now resembled a group of wronged schoolchildren complaining to their parents.
A European tycoon who had lost his family’s core assets couldn’t help but say indignantly:
“Fang Huan’s power is terrifying! Everyone here is deeply worried about this!
This time, Fang Huan took advantage of the financial crisis they created to plunder and swallow up almost all of the world’s core industries!
This is monopoly! This is blatant plunder! Now they’ve even got our throats in their grasp!
Your Excellency…are you really just going to stand by and watch?”
Aiden looked at him with pity and smiled.
His smile was somewhat benevolent, yet filled with a kind of world-weary melancholy.
He knew very well that these people dared to complain now only because Su Hao was gone.
When Su Hao was here, these people didn’t dare utter a single word.
"What else can you do? Do you dare to rebel?"
"..." The tycoon was speechless.
"Don't be silly, everyone. After this great panic, Fang Huan not only controls the money, but also the order."
"No, this world shouldn't be like this! We can't just sit here and wait to die! We must resist! For the freedom of humanity!" someone shouted, raising their arms.
"Freedom?" Aiden looked at the man as if he were an idiot.
"The last country that shouted for freedom and tried to fight Fang Huan, now their stock market is worthless, and their citizens are still lining up to receive relief food from Fang Huan.
Do you want to be next?"
The entire room fell silent.
Yes, the price of resistance is destruction!