Chapter 660: Extra 11

"Brother Huang, I've heard everything."
Su Hao, hands in his trench coat pockets, spoke with a hint of helpless teasing.
He looked at the gray-haired old man beside him as if he were a rebellious teenager sneaking snacks during the nurses' rounds:
"I heard you couldn't control yourself again yesterday, secretly having a beer and barbecue meal behind the medical team's back?"
"Ahem... well,"
Huang Fengwen's face flushed, and he gave a cold snort. A hint of embarrassment flashed in his once turbid eyes, which had stirred up storms in the business world with decisive ruthlessness.
"Which little brat is so gossipy, running to you to badmouth you again?"
"If they didn't tell, they'd be asking for trouble.
Look at your birth year on your ID card; your veins are as fragile as potato chips now. I'm begging you, take my advice and quit drinking."
Su Hao sighed helplessly, his tone full of disappointment.
"Ah Hao, you're still too young, you don't understand the true meaning of life."
Huang Fengwen waved his hand, as if he had already seen through the cycle of life and death, his tone revealing a world-weary wisdom.
"I've finally figured it out in this life. The human body, frankly speaking, is still a 'genetic gacha game' where looks matter!
Look at those centenarians in the news, living to over a hundred, outliving several generations of black-haired people—aren't they all smoking and drinking, eating barbecue three times a day, living a life happier than gods?
On the other hand, those who eat grass every day and exercise regularly, they just die without warning.
As the saying goes, everything is fate, and nothing is up to us!"
Su Hao opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.
Because from a certain extremely rational and cold scientific perspective, Huang Fengwen's "twisted logic" actually had a damn good point.
As modern medicine, fueled by Fang Huan's massive funding, races ahead, countless bald, lab-wearing researchers peel back the layers of life, ultimately arriving at a despairing consensus:
Genes are destiny.
What determines a person's potential isn't some damned effort, but the genetic code hidden deep within their bloodline.
Health, intelligence, talent, potential, even patience and character—at the moment of conception, these are all inscribed with an unalterable judgment by a mysterious creator.
To use an analogy, genes are the loaded, deadly bullet, while the environment we live in is merely the mechanical mechanism that pulls the trigger.
As long as the primer is strong enough, even a lousy barrel can fire a deafening roar.
"So, stress is the root of all diseases! Maintaining a cheerful mood is the key to longevity!"
Huang Fengwen seemed to have found the high ground, his voice rising several octaves.
"If you're going to abstain from everything and live like an ascetic, torturing yourself every day just to live a few more years, what's the point of such a low-quality life extension?
Rather than living on thin ice, I'd rather eat meat to my heart's content, drink wine in large bowls, and go to see the King of Hell in peace!"
Hearing his elder brother's heroic words, Su Hao could only shake his head with a wry smile.
The two walked through lush forest paths and finally settled comfortably on a bench.
"Hoo..." Huang Fengwen took a deep breath of the air, rich in negative ions, his gaze lingering on the scene before him, a landscape resembling a fairyland.
"It's unbelievable. Just twenty years ago, this place beneath our feet was a barren wasteland of sand.
The development of science and technology is simply magical, like a cheat code."
At this moment, Su Hao and Huang Fengwen were in an ecological park, shaded by green trees, a veritable paradise.
And this place was geographically located in Africa!
Just as Huang Fengwen said, for thousands of years, this place was nothing but desolate wasteland and endless yellow sand, where even a single weed could hardly survive.
But Fang Huan, like an unreasonable creator, barged in here with countless sums of money and cutting-edge technology, establishing a base and laying the foundation.
Using their incredible bio-modification technology, they miraculously transformed this land, seemingly cursed by the gods, into emerald oases.
“The industry now calls this a ‘green miracle,’” Su Hao continued, following Huang Fengwen’s lead.
“Those developing countries, or even simply uncivilized and underdeveloped nations, after receiving our Fanghuan’s financial investment, are all going wild, frantically pushing for greening and transformation.”
With the combined power of money and cutting-edge technology, African countries have displayed astonishing initiative.
This is not merely a technological crushing victory, but an unprecedented battle of destiny between the Fanghuan Empire and nature.
On this desolate land of endless yellow sand, they forced nature to bow, transforming the so-called ‘impossible’ into a miracle that shakes the world.
A gentle breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees—the smell of burning money, the spoils of the Fanghuan Empire’s conquest of this desolate land.
"I heard they're doing something similar on Mars?" Huang Fengwen asked. "Planting flowers and trees in that oxygen-depleted, godforsaken place?"
"Yes, the Mars terraforming project is already underway," Su Hao replied casually.
"Simply put, if the surface isn't habitable, they'll dig underground or build a super dome like a greenhouse.
We have to find a way out for humanity."
"Are they launching dozens of rockets to Mars every day?"
"Yes, that's right. Tens of thousands of robots are already tirelessly expanding their territory on that red planet."
This is quite a business anecdote.
Actually, this plan to launch rockets to Mars at breakneck speed, forcibly advancing its terraforming program, originated as a grandiose PowerPoint presentation by that Silicon Valley maverick, Mark.
However, when Fang Huan Investment forcibly acquired and absorbed his Tesla and all the shares of his subsidiaries in an extremely domineering manner, Su Hao did not abandon this plan that seemed like burning money to keep warm. Instead, he pushed it forward even more aggressively.
While Smarck himself might be cursing somewhere, every day dozens of heavy rockets, laden with tireless androids, tear through Earth's atmosphere, leaving blinding trails of flame, and hurtle towards that red planet...
"But, Hao..."
Huang Fengwen suddenly dropped his nonchalant expression. His large, withered hands, like tree bark, slammed heavily on Su Hao's shoulder, his tone becoming incredibly serious.
"Brother, although I'm practically half-buried in retirement, my ears aren't deaf, and my eyes aren't blind."
Su Hao's smile faded, and he listened intently.
"Whether it's throwing money at Mars terraforming or creating forests in the middle of nowhere, on the surface, humanity seems to be striding confidently towards the stars, but in reality...
All of humanity is currently walking a tightrope on the edge of an abyss!"
Su Hao fell silent.
Although Huang Fengwen had stepped back from the front lines, his insight remained sharp.
Fang Huan did indeed deceive the world with his "green miracle," creating an ecological miracle.
But the sword of Damocles hanging over all humanity—the root cause of global warming—is like a persistent, insidious disease, never truly eradicated.
Although they are desperately trying to cool down this overheated Earth, the previous "climate warming" process has already accumulated too many passive accelerations, and the Earth's overall temperature continues to rise irreversibly and wildly.
If a solution isn't found, it won't be long before this blue planet is completely reduced to a desolate, lifeless red inferno, like Mars.
"The power of capital may be immense, but it ultimately cannot buy everything.
Especially before the vast and merciless forces of nature, before the unseen laws of heaven and earth, money is nothing but a pile of waste paper."
Huang Fengwen sighed, but the light in his cloudy eyes hadn't completely disappeared.
“Even so, I still have a blind confidence!
I firmly believe that no matter how hopeless this game seems, as long as you, Su Hao, are here, we'll definitely be able to force our way out!”
“Brother Huang, you flatter me too much. I'm just a capitalist reeking of money, not some scientific genius who can conjure fireballs.”
Su Hao helplessly shrugged, but his eyes immediately hardened.
“However… I also believe that the research elites at the Gaia Research Center will definitely find the final answer!”
“Haha, that’s good!
By the way, how’s Su Yun doing at Gaia?
Judging by the time, he’s been there for over three months now, hasn’t he?”
Huang Fengwen changed the subject, mentioning the young man he remembered vividly.
“Thanks for your concern, he’s doing well. Thanks to everyone’s care, he’s adapted quite well.”
Mentioning his son, a fatherly pride appeared on Su Hao’s face.
"I remember you used to brag to me, saying Su Yun would definitely become a super scientist who could change the world.
At first, I thought you were exaggerating, but after meeting that kid a few times, I was completely convinced..."
Huang Fengwen recalled the young man's eyes and couldn't help but shudder.
"He's a true prodigy!"
He was only twenty years old, but when you looked directly into his eyes, you might even have a strange feeling…
He seemed like an ancient monster who had lived for eight hundred years, or a wise monk who had seen through all of life, aging, sickness, and death.
Those eyes seemed to have pierced through countless ages, comprehending all the causes and effects and illusions of this world!
Huang Fengwen, a seasoned businessman with decades of experience and countless people to his name, was renowned throughout the business world for his accurate judgment of character.
He had publicly praised Su Yun more than once, saying that this hidden dragon would one day surely stir up a storm and shake the entire world!