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In a luxurious mansion, Huang Haoran gazed down at A City.
As night fell, the neon lights of A City illuminated the urban landscape, countless skyscrapers standing tall in the distance, symbolizing a modern throne woven from power and wealth.
Huang Haoran stood quietly before the floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed, looking down upon the city from his elevated position.
This place would soon become his domain.
He was no longer the pitiful worm who had once bowed low and endured humiliation. Now, he resided in the most expensive upscale community in A City, in a top-tier mansion that represented power and riches.
His life had entered high society; socialites, business tycoons, and politicians were beginning to seek connections with him. Even those who had once looked down on him and ostracized him now had to smile and flatter him.
But this was still far from enough.
This was merely a small stepping stone; he still had a long way to go before achieving his true ambitions.
He slowly extended one foot, gently rolling his ankle, feeling the terrifying power hidden within him—these feet would crush all obstacles and make this city crawl beneath him!
“Hahahahahaha—!”
He laughed heartily, his laughter echoing throughout the mansion, as if announcing that this city was about to welcome a new era!
He turned around, his gaze landing on the computer screen displaying a company name—
Foot Odor Energy Company.
Tomorrow would be the day to execute it all.
Thinking of this made Huang Haoran feel an overwhelming excitement, a fervent desire surging within his chest.
Foot Odor would not only be his weapon but also his industry, his wealth, and his future!
A City, prepare to welcome a new era!
Huang Haoran stood at the pinnacle of power.
“Boom—!”
The deafening sound echoed throughout the headquarters' grand hall, a place that once served as the meeting ground for Senior Management, symbolizing the core of business operations. Now, it had transformed into Huang Haoran's court!
He stood on the podium, flanked by a group of stunning female colleagues dressed in alluring office attire. Their figures were graceful, each possessing a unique charm—some were enchanting and flirtatious, others were cool and dignified, while some exuded an air of seduction. They either stood beside Huang Haoran or gently leaned against him, as if serving a true emperor.
Below the stage was a sea of kneeling figures.
Countless loyal employees—or rather, slaves—were sprawled on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the cold floor, bodies trembling. No one dared to look up; no one dared to make a sound.
Because they knew—
To see Huang Haoran's face was to insult him!
“Lord Hao Ran…”
“We are unworthy to gaze upon you…”
Their hearts were filled with reverence, admiration, and even a frenzied faith!
In this corporation, they were not employees; they were believers!
It was the tool beneath Huang Haoran's feet!
To him, were these people "loyal subordinates" or "worthless slaves"? In truth, there was no distinction.
After all, their existence was solely to achieve his grand ambitions.
At this moment, Huang Haoran smiled slightly and slowly raised his hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet.
Even though no one was speaking, his gesture still rendered the entire room even more silent, as if the air had solidified.
Then, his voice echoed—
"From today onward, this company—
—will be officially dissolved!"
"……!!!"
The employees below trembled violently, their hearts churning with turmoil, yet no one dared to make a sound.
"Dissolved…??"
"Huang Haoran… is abandoning us?!"
"No!! This is impossible!!"
Even though their minds were filled with fear and questions, no one dared to challenge him, no one dared to refute.
Everyone knelt lower, waiting for his next words, awaiting the declaration of their fate!
It was a mixture of fear and an extreme form of faith!
“Clap! Clap!”
Huang Haoran gently clapped his hands. The sound was not loud, yet it resonated like a divine decree in the silent hall, echoing like thunder!
“Swish—”
At his command, the alluring beauties beside him moved in unison, tightly gripping a thick rope behind them and pulling it with all their might!
“Boom—!”
A massive projection screen slowly descended from the ceiling!
The lights instantly dimmed, and in the next moment, a blinding spotlight suddenly shone down, illuminating the center of the screen!
“Foot Odor Energy Company”—six golden characters appeared prominently on the screen!
The font was resplendent and imposing, as if symbolizing the rise of a brand new empire!
The employees below widened their eyes, holding their breath, all staring at the screen, waiting for Huang Haoran's next words!
Huang Haoran slowly scanned the kneeling subjects before him, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of his mouth, and then he spoke slowly—
“Do you think I would abandon you?”
"No..." "I want to let you enter a greater new era!" "I want to establish - a brand new company!" "This company will overthrow everything of the old era and become the overlord of the world!" He suddenly stretched out his hand, pointing at the company name on the screen - "Foot Odor Energy Company!" "This will be the starting point for us to conquer the world!" "And you - still have to work for me!!!" "This is your honor, this is your mission, this is the gift I give you!" "Only by serving me can you gain a new life!" "Submit to me, then you have value in existence!" "Are you willing?" "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" The employees below, as if they were infused with incomparable blood and passion, suddenly screamed fanatically!
"Long live President Huang!!!"
"We are willing!!!"
"We fight for President Huang!!!"
"This is a tremendous blessing!!!"
Some were so excited that tears streamed down their faces, while others crazily bowed their heads in reverence. There were even those who fainted on the spot, yet still wore blissful smiles!
This was no longer a corporate transformation; it was a fervent ritual of faith!
Huang Haoran stood on the podium, looking down at the frenzied believers, his heart filled with immense satisfaction.
His era had truly begun!
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Huang Haoran: Building His Empire
The Foot Odor Energy Company would become a revolutionary new force in this world!
However, establishing a vast corporate empire required more than just fervent followers; it needed two key elements—
Capital and technological prowess.
Capital—He needed to drain the Overseas Branch!
Huang Haoran sat behind his luxurious black-and-gold desk, hands clasped together, pondering how to quickly raise sufficient funds.
Capital has always been the lifeblood of a business. Although his branch office's performance was soaring, developing new energy technologies, building factories, and penetrating the market required astronomical amounts of capital flow!
"Overseas Headquarters..."
Indeed, the Headquarters was the true treasure trove.
As a Multinational Corporation, their financial resources were hundreds of times greater than what he had at his branch office. What he needed to do was to quietly transfer this capital into his own hands!
"As long as I can hypnotize those Senior Management... everything will fall into place."
Bank Accounts, Investment Funds, Company Assets... with just a little manipulation, these funds would continuously flow into his control.
"When the Headquarters realizes something is off..."
A cold smile crept across his lips.
"It will already be too late."
Technical Expertise—He needed a true Energy Master!
If capital could be managed through hypnosis, technical expertise posed a significant challenge.
He could turn someone into his servant, making them willingly dedicate themselves to him—but he could not bestow professional skills out of thin air!
"This means I must find a True Energy Expert, someone who can transform my Foot Odor into usable energy—a Technical Maniac!"
This was not just simple technological development; it was a scientific revolution!
"Ordinary scientists cannot comprehend the true potential of Foot Odor."
What he needed was a madman, a true genius, someone unbound by convention, willing to push the limits of science!
"But such a person... is hard to find..."
Huang Haoran lightly tapped on the table, lost in thought.
The world’s top scientists were mostly under the control of governments, large corporations, and conglomerates. He needed to find an extraordinary talent with remarkable energy technology, someone marginalized and abandoned by the mainstream scientific community!
"This person... must be waiting for me to discover them in some corner..."
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the endless energy within his feet, like an undeveloped nuclear reactor.
Once he found this person, he would ignite an Energy Revolution!
Foot Odor would become the core power of the future world!
Yet even Huang Haoran, this intelligent and domineering man who possessed the Stench New Order, found himself at a loss at this moment.
Where was the Energy Master? How could Foot Odor be transformed into new energy?
These questions lingered in his mind like a tangled mess of threads.
But he didn’t want to think anymore.
He needed to indulge, to release, to experience pure pleasure.
He arrived at the nightclub—a paradise woven with sin and instinct!
“Bang—bang—bang—!”
The heavy, low-frequency beats reverberated throughout the space, the rhythm of electronic music pulsing like a beast's heartbeat, resonating between the walls and floor, awakening the deepest desires and primal instincts within everyone!
In the darkness, the neon lights flickered erratically, red, blue, and purple hues creating a hallucinatory illusion, sometimes illuminating the damp dance floor, other times swallowing everything into chaos.
The scent of alcohol permeated the air, mingling with the strong fragrance of perfume, the metallic tang of sweat, and the intoxicating aroma of tears and blood, all intertwining to create a sense of alluring decadence.
Here, there were no morals, no rules, no order—only pure chaos and pleasure!
In the center of the dance floor, men and women swayed wildly, colliding, jumping, throwing punches, kissing, and touching. They released their repressed desires in a torrent of sweat and alcohol, like an uncontrollable primal ritual!
And Huang Haoran stood in one corner of this turmoil.
He didn’t hypnotize anyone, didn’t issue commands, didn’t care who he was—
Because here, names didn’t matter; humanity didn’t matter.
Only beastliness.
Only the purest primal instincts!
“Ha…”
He let out a rare sigh, closing his eyes to savor this fleeting moment of liberation.
In this chaos, he temporarily cast aside all ambitions—abandoning Energy Revolution, Corporate Mergers, Hypnosis Control…
He simply lived in the moment, reveling in the chaos of it all.
The neon lights flickered, and the heavy bass of electronic music vibrated through the air. Men and women in the dance floor swayed, tangled, and collided with wild abandon, as if this space had cast aside civilization, leaving only the purest form of primal instinct.
And Huang Haoran sat quietly on a sofa in the corner.
Nearby, a couple was passionately kissing, even engaging in more reckless and chaotic behavior, but he showed no reaction, nor did he have any interest.
He merely observed it all with the detached gaze of an outsider.
The more he found himself amidst this turmoil, the clearer his mind became.
Everyone here, no matter how indulgent or lost in their instincts, would still wake up tomorrow morning as just another office worker oppressed by society, still donning their masks to continue living a meaningless cycle of life.
But he was different.
He stood at the edge of a new world, ready to usher in a fresh era; he had no need to indulge in such base pleasures.
Suddenly, a dull thud echoed from the direction of the bar, as if a glass had been slammed down heavily on the counter.
Huang Haoran's gaze shifted slightly toward the bar—
A disheveled figure sat there, murmuring to himself, his words tumbling out incoherently. His eyes were vacant, as if trapped in an unshakeable madness.
“...No, this data is wrong... It must be the formula... It can't be...”
His fingers trembled as they traced the surface of the table, as if calculating something. His lips were pale, and his face was twisted with fatigue and nervousness.
“...Another drink!”
He suddenly looked up, his voice hoarse as he urged the bartender, “Whiskey, double, on the rocks!”
The bartender frowned, seemingly growing impatient with this drunkard, but nonetheless poured a glass of whiskey and slid it in front of him.
Huang Haoran's gaze sharpened slightly.
This person... is somewhat intriguing.
The chaos and frenzy of the nightclub seemed to have nothing to do with him.
He stood up, weaving through the crowd, step by step making his way toward the bar.
At that moment, he noticed something strange—
The seats around the bar were nearly empty.
Both men and women deliberately kept their distance from the disheveled figure, as if avoiding some sort of ominous presence.
“Who on earth is this guy?”
Huang Haoran's lips curled into a slight smile. The more society ostracized someone like this, the more likely they concealed some extreme value.
He quietly took a seat on the high stool next to the man, remaining silent as he simply observed him.
The other person remained completely oblivious, lost in their own world, murmuring continuously.
“No, no… this formula shouldn’t be applied like this…”
“If the energy conversion efficiency is 78%… then theoretically…”
“No, it’s impossible… if that’s the case… the gas should be unstable…”
Huang Haoran's gaze sharpened slightly.
Energy calculations?
The murmured content was entirely different from the ramblings of an ordinary drunkard.
This was not a complaint, not a sigh over a broken heart, nor simply a sign of confusion—
This was some form of rigorous mathematical deduction!
A calculation method involving energy conversion!
Huang Haoran could feel his heartbeat begin to quicken.
This strange thrill, this instinctive feeling, seemed to be telling him—
“The technical genius you have been searching for is right before your eyes.”
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