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Huang Haoran was determined to build his empire.
The Foot Odor Energy Company would become a disruptive new force in the world!
However, establishing a massive corporate empire required more than just fervent followers; it needed two key elements—
Capital and technological prowess.
Capital—he aimed to drain the Overseas Branch!
Huang Haoran sat behind his luxurious black and gold desk, hands clasped, pondering how to quickly raise sufficient funds.
Capital had always been the lifeblood of a business. Although his branch was currently experiencing soaring performance, developing new energy technologies, constructing factories, and penetrating markets required astronomical levels of capital flow!
"The Overseas Headquarters..."
Yes, the Headquarters was the true treasure trove.
As a Multinational Corporation, their financial resources far exceeded those of his branch by hundreds of times. What he needed to do was transfer those funds into his own hands without anyone noticing!
"As long as I can hypnotize those Senior Management..."
Bank Accounts, Investment Funds, Company Assets... with just a little manipulation, this money would flow endlessly into his grasp.
"By then, even if the Headquarters notices something amiss..."
A cold smile crept across his lips.
"It will be too late."
Technological prowess—he needed a true Energy Master!
If funding could be resolved through hypnosis, then technical expertise posed a formidable challenge.
He could turn a person into his servant, making them willingly dedicate their life to him—but he could not magically endow someone with specialized skills!
"This means I must find a 'True Energy Expert,' someone capable of transforming my Foot Odor into usable energy, a Technical Maniac!"
This was not merely a matter of 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 genuine genius, someone unbound by convention and willing to push the limits of science!
"But such a person... is hard to find..."
Huang Haoran lightly tapped the table, lost in thought.
The world's top scientists were mostly under the control of governments, large corporations, and conglomerates. He needed to seek out an extraordinary energy expert who had been marginalized and abandoned by the mainstream scientific community—a heretical genius!
"This person... must be waiting in some corner for me to discover them..."
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 source 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 where sin and instinct intertwined!
"Boom—boom—boom—!"
The low-frequency beats reverberated throughout the space, the electronic music's rhythm pulsing like a beast's heartbeat, resonating between the walls and floor, igniting the deepest desires and primal instincts within everyone!
In the darkness, the neon lights flickered erratically; red, blue, and purple hues created 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 tang of sweat, and the mixed essence of tears and blood, filling the atmosphere with a heady sense of decadence.
Here, there were no morals, no rules, no order—only pure chaos and joy!
In the center of the dance floor, men and women swayed wildly, colliding, jumping, throwing punches, kissing, and touching. They released their suppressed desires amidst sweat and alcohol, like an uncontrolled primal ritual!
And Huang Haoran stood in one corner of this chaos.
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 primal instincts remained.
Only the purest raw nature!
"Ha..."
He let out a rare, gentle sigh, closing his eyes to savor this fleeting moment of relief.
In this chaos, he temporarily cast aside all ambitions, forgetting about the Energy Revolution, Corporate Mergers, Hypnosis Control...
He simply existed in this moment, reveling in the madness around him.
The neon lights continued to flicker, and the heavy bass of electronic music reverberated through the air. Men and women in the dance floor swayed wildly, entangled and colliding, as if this space had abandoned civilization, leaving only the purest form of primal instinct.
And Huang Haoran sat quietly on a sofa in the corner.
Nearby, a couple was locked in a passionate kiss, even engaging in more unruly and chaotic behavior, but he showed no reaction and had no interest.
He merely observed it all silently, like a detached outsider.
The more he immersed himself in this chaos, 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, donning their masks to continue living a meaningless cyclical life.
But he was different.
He stood at the edge of the world, ready to usher in a new era; he did not 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 heavily onto the table.
Huang Haoran's gaze shifted slightly toward the bar—
A disheveled figure sat there, murmuring to himself, his words slurred and eyes vacant, as if trapped in some unshakeable madness.
“...No, this data is wrong... It must be the formula... Impossible...”
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 anxiety.
“...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 the drunkard, but nonetheless poured a glass of whiskey and slid it in front of him.
Huang Haoran's gaze sharpened slightly.
This person... is intriguing.
The chaos and frenzy of the nightclub seemed to have nothing to do with him.
He stood up and squeezed through the crowd, making his way step by step toward the bar.
At that moment, he noticed something strange—
The seats around the bar were almost empty.
Whether men or women, everyone deliberately kept their distance from the disheveled figure, as if avoiding some ominous presence.
“Who is this guy?”
Huang Haoran's lips curled into a slight smile. The more society ostracized someone like him, the more likely they hid some extreme value within.
He quietly took a seat on the high stool next to him, remaining silent as he watched.
The other person remained oblivious, lost in their own world, constantly murmuring to themselves.
"That's not right, not right... This formula shouldn't be applied like this..."
"If the energy conversion efficiency is 78%... then theoretically..."
"No, it’s impossible... If that were the case... then the gas should be unstable..."
Huang Haoran's gaze sharpened slightly.
Energy calculations?
The murmured content was completely different from the ramblings of an ordinary drunkard.
This was not a complaint, not a sigh over a broken heart, nor simply a state of confusion—
This was some form of rigorous mathematical derivation!
A calculation method involving energy conversion!
Huang Haoran could feel his heartbeat begin to quicken.
This strange thrill, this inexplicable sensation, seemed to tell him—
"The technical genius you have been searching for is right before your eyes."
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