Chapter 648: A Brilliant Future!

"I also advise you all to think before you speak."
The president's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.
"Those two may be gone, but do you think they can't hear us now that they're gone?
In this digital age, if I wanted to, I could know what color your underwear was today.
Do you think Fang Huan couldn't do that?
Do you think they would leave without leaving any backup plans?"
"...!"
Several of the loudest shouters instantly turned pale, covering their mouths in terror, their eyes darting around in panic, as if countless invisible listening devices were hidden in the air.
"However, there's no need to panic excessively."
The president smiled, a smile with an eerie benevolence.
"Although they control everything, in a sense, they are 'merciful' tyrants.
As long as you obediently surrender your souls, abandon your ridiculous pride, and become obedient dogs, the bones they give will still have some meat on them.
Look at me, aren't I the best example?"
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone was stunned.
This was the President of the United States!
He actually admitted in public that he was Fang Huan's lackey, and was even proud of it?
What the hell has happened to this world?
“To tell you the truth, I not only don’t oppose it, I’m actually fully assisting Fang Huan in establishing a new order.
Because this is the only way to save these idiots of humanity.”
The President continued with his astonishing statement.
“What?! Have you gone mad?”
“No, I’m perfectly clear-headed.
I was once like you, trying to stop this torrent.
But I later realized that Fang Huan didn’t bring destruction, but—order!”
Human history is essentially a bloody history of self-destruction.
Freedom? Democracy?
Those are merely fig leaves used to cover up chaos and darkness.
When resources are limited and everyone holds a gun, peace is always a luxury.
Only when an absolute power emerges, forcibly confiscating all weapons and hanging a whip over everyone’s head, will true “peace” arrive.
It's ironic, it's cruel, but that's human nature—
Only in a cage do beasts learn to be docile.
"If Fang Huan hadn't appeared out of nowhere and suppressed everything with absolute violence, the world would have long since been blown back to the Stone Age by resource depletion and greed!
Humans are inherently self-destructive.
But now, the war has stopped!
Why?
Because Fang Huan wouldn't allow it!
All resources, all technology, all manpower have been integrated under the same will.
Although we've lost our freedom, we've gained survival.
Fang Huan is that 'god.' They ended the chaos and brought absolute order!"
When Fang Huan invested three trillion in capital to bind the world into a community of shared interests, the inefficient game of war naturally became obsolete.
Since all the world's money is in Su Hao's pocket, what's the point of fighting with one hand against the other?
So-called peace is merely a byproduct of absolute violent monopoly.
"But...they want to implant chips in all of humanity!
That 'security chip,' supposedly for medical use, is basically just an electronic collar!"
"This is turning humans into livestock!"
Someone cried out in despair.
"No, that's the ticket to 'evolution,' the key to a new world!"
The president interrupted coldly.
"With it, humanity will no longer suffer from cancer, no more war.
Su Hao is building a utopia without crime, without disease.
Although the price is relinquishing control, I believe 99% of people will line up for that collar.
The remaining 1% will be crushed by the wheels of history!"
The president raised his glass, and through the golden liquid, he seemed to see a vision of the future.
"And do you think Su Hao's ambition is limited to this blue planet?"
Everyone was stunned.
“Fang Huan has swallowed up all of Musk’s aerospace businesses, investing astronomical sums of money…
Don’t you understand yet?
His goal is the stars!”
The president’s eyes gleamed with fanaticism.
“If he just wanted to be a ruler of Earth and lord it over everyone, he wouldn’t need to invest such astronomical sums in technology.
Su Hao’s goal is to lead humanity out of Earth’s cradle and conquer the endless starry sky!
Compared to this grand vision, your power struggles on this tiny planet are like children playing in the mud!”
“So, raise a glass, gentlemen.”
The president raised his glass in a toast to the empty air.
"Instead of lamenting the loss of power and wealth, let's rejoice!
Rejoice that in the twilight of humanity's impending self-destruction, we have welcomed a true...tyrant!
And humanity finally has a bright future!"
***
Time flies.
Years later, the sound of a news broadcast echoed in Su Hao's living room:
[Today, Fanghuan Group announced that the "Fanghuan Biochip" will be included in the global medical insurance system and will be used for free vaccination for all citizens with the assistance of governments around the world.
The chip has been a great success in pilot programs in Africa and Gao Li, successfully preventing millions of cases of malignant diseases...
At the same time, Fanghuan Group announced the launch of the "Ark Project," and the first batch of Martian immigrant cities has entered the construction phase...]
Humans are indeed forgetful creatures; once their bellies are full, they forget the fear of teetering on the edge of a precipice.
The "apocalyptic" panic of the past has long since vanished, replaced by a high degree of adaptation to and endless praise for the new world order.
The word "war" is gradually becoming dust in the history books.
The war between the two countries ended, and the Middle East achieved an unbelievable reconciliation.
Although geopolitical rifts remained, under Fang Huan's iron-fisted mediation—or rather, the threat of economic sanctions—all conflicts were brought to the negotiating table.
After all, when the world's economic lifeline is in the hands of one person, who dares to overturn the table?
Whoever overturns the table faces instant bankruptcy and national collapse.
Empire and Gaoli, under Fang Huan's pervasive capital infiltration, also opened their stock markets.
Fang Huan's enormous, terrifying sum of money continues to snowball in the global market.
Now, it's a number beyond human comprehension, enough to buy the entire Earth.
But Su Hao never touched it again.
Because that vast amount of capital is the stabilizing force maintaining the world's balance, the "ballast" of this world; even the slightest movement would trigger a super tsunami.
And at this moment, Su Hao, the invisible emperor of this world, is sitting in front of his computer, dressed casually in loose loungewear, completely unconcerned about his image.
The turbulent changes outside seem to have no effect on the atmosphere in this room.
There are no mountains of documents, no incessantly ringing telephones, only…
the clattering of mouse and keyboard.