Chapter 690: Extra 41

"Bang!"
A loud crash echoed as the heavy conference table was slammed down, even the water glasses on it shook!
"Where exactly did you move the Chairman?"
A loyal, veteran executive roared, veins bulging on his forehead, pointing a finger at Su Yun's nose.
The atmosphere in the conference room became incredibly tense, as if the air itself had frozen.
"The Chairman urgently needs intervention and treatment from a top-tier global medical team!
This is no joke! How could you move him without consulting the board?!"
The executive was flushed with anxiety, spitting as he spoke, his hands gripping the table, his chest heaving.
He wasn't the only one going berserk.
The faces of the other executives present were increasingly grim, their expensive suits already soaked with cold sweat.
A sense of unease and despair filled the air.
These financial tycoons, who usually wield immense power in the financial markets and can trigger stock market crashes with a mere flick of their fingers,
now resemble a group of kindergarten children who have lost their teacher, their faces etched with expressions of utter despair.
It's no wonder they're panicking.
After all, the "emperor" they worship and follow, the one who holds the power of life and death over trillions of dollars,
the god who governs the fate of the entire world, has fallen without warning.
Throughout the history of human commerce and warfare, whether it's the East India Company that once spanned the oceans, or those once invincible, centuries-old empires with vast armies,
their ultimate demise often follows the same pattern, revealing a cyclical pattern of history.
That is, the emperor who ruled them has disappeared.
Without that central figure who could keep all the monsters and demons in check, even the largest community of interests will instantly crumble into a pile of loose sand.
Even the most impregnable fortress cannot withstand the collapse of its internal core.
Facing this group of nearly out-of-control business tycoons, Su Yun didn't even blink.
He stood quietly before the enormous panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the crowd, his tone calm and utterly unwavering.
"I know exactly what you're all worried about, and I saw all those little squabblings under the table.
But the chairman, my father, didn't collapse because of illness."
"Even the world's top doctors, whom we hired at great expense, said they couldn't find the cause of his illness. Do you, a team leader with no medical knowledge, think you know more than them?"
A sensible, white-haired man scoffed, staring intently at Su Yun, his tone full of skepticism.
"Yes. I know."
Su Yun turned around, his gaze sweeping across the room.
"Because modern medicine alone absolutely cannot determine the true cause of my father's collapse."
"What do you mean by that? Stop with the charade!"
Everyone was utterly bewildered by Su Yun's cryptic words.
These seasoned veterans, accustomed to measuring the world with reports, price-to-earnings ratios, and data models,
exchanged bewildered glances, completely baffled by the young man's intentions.
"I know that the vast majority of you sitting in this room today are members of the 'Trinity Guild'."
He paused deliberately, watching as the expressions on the faces of several senior executives suddenly changed.
"That religious organization that created the Fanghuan Empire, worshipped my father as a god, and raised enormous sums of money to pave its way...
As core members and my father's most devout followers, you shouldn't be experiencing such worldly panic.
You must understand that everything that is happening today is God's arrangement!"