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Chapter 1414 The big guys gather together
Chapter 1415 A Gathering of Big Shots

Qin Hao signaled to his team members to bring a crowbar, which they inserted into the crevice in the rock wall and pried it open with force.

With a "crack," the entire rock flipped open, revealing a narrow passage behind it that could only accommodate one person at a time, and a hot, foul stench rushed out.

The inner walls of the passage were smooth, as if they had been rubbed together by something over a long period of time, and occasionally bits of flesh and hair could be seen hanging there.

"This..." Engineer Wang gasped, "There's something else inside?"

Aria raised the stun gun and suggested, "Let's go in and take a look."

I must say, this woman can be incredibly fierce and unreasonable.

Qin Hao stopped her and went inside first.

The passage was low, requiring one to crawl forward; the miner's lamp illuminated a writhing shadow ahead.

"Don't move." He pressed down on Aria behind him.

He was also worried about the other person's safety.

Nobody knows what will happen inside.

If Ailiya gets hurt, will the people behind her let Qin Hao off the hook?

The relationships that Qin Hao painstakingly built up here could very well vanish in an instant.

The enormous shadow slowly turned around, revealing half a torso, its abdomen empty yet still twitching, clutching a blood-stained gold brick in its hand.

Further ahead, the rock walls on both sides of the passage were embedded with fragments of bone, some of which were still trembling slightly.

At the end, the view suddenly opens up to an underground lake the size of a football field, with a layer of golden oil film floating on the surface.

On the stone platform in the middle of the lake, a fleshy growth the size of a basketball squats, its surface covered with eyes, staring at the entrance of the hole.

“This is…” Qin Hao’s voice tightened, “the real monster.”

The tumor suddenly burst open, shooting out countless tentacles that wrapped around the nearest team member and dragged him toward the center of the lake.

As the tentacles retracted, they brought with them a string of blood droplets.

The injured player clutched his severed arm and screamed in agony; the skin and flesh at the wound were visibly festering.

"Retreat!" Qin Hao roared, pulling Ailiya backward.

The tentacles lashed out like whips, shattering the rock face.

The group scrambled out of the passage, and Qin Hao pushed the rock back into place, temporarily blocking the attack.

"Get the wounded to the medical station immediately!" Aria roared into the walkie-talkie.

Wang Gong slumped to the ground, staring at his teammate's bleeding wounds. His lips were pale, and his eyes were empty and lifeless; he was terrified.

"What the hell is that thing...?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it has been corroded by various substances underground for many years and has mutated a bit."

Qin Hao wiped the blood from his face and said urgently, "Charlie, bring a small team over and have them guard this place."

"Seal the passageway with electric shock nets, two meters apart, and anyone who dares to approach will be stunned by electric shocks."

"Inside..." Charlie hesitated, then stopped.

If the situation here isn't addressed, it will pose a threat to them, since they still need to mine here.

"We'll talk about it when I get back."

Qin Hao stared at the rock and gave his instructions.

This matter is too complicated. He needs to think carefully about how to handle it. If he rashly tries to close this place off, it may backfire.

"Don't release a single insect until I've reached an agreement."

Arya pressed down on his shoulder, paused for a moment, and asked, "What are you negotiating?"

"This thing is definitely related to gold," Qin Hao said in a deep voice. "We need to find someone who knows about it."

Just then, the roar of a helicopter came from afar. Qin Hao stared at the entrance of the passage with a complicated expression.

What lies beneath this ground may be more than just gold.

"Mr. Qin, the car is ready. Please get in."

Half an hour later, before the fishy smell from the underground lake had dissipated, Qin Hao was already standing in front of the sand table at the temporary command post of the mining area.

The area his gaze swept across represented the Katanga Plateau region.

"Charlie, contact the Gold Price Bureau and tell them I have new mineral vein data to submit."

He didn't raise his head, his voice still carrying the strain of not having recovered, and his clothes were covered in the damp chill of the ground.

Aria handed over the dried documents, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Now? That thing hasn't been dealt with yet..."

"It is precisely because the problem has not been solved that we need to act even faster."

Qin Hao took the document and paused for a moment when he saw the words "90% purity gold".

"Those people at the Gold Price Bureau only care about tangible benefits."

"I understand, I'll go prepare now."

The helicopter roared into the clouds, accompanied by the sound of its rotors.

Qin Hao has changed into a sharp suit.

The mirror reflected the bloodshot veins in his eyes, but it couldn't hide his determined and sharp spirit.

This time, he is determined to grasp the trend of gold prices. His ambitions are even greater this time, and he will influence the volatility of gold prices worldwide.

In the conference room of the Gold Price Bureau, Pierre was toying with a pen when he heard this and chuckled, "Mr. Qin is quite a rare guest. Have you discovered some surprise this time?"

"Without further ado, just take a look. This is the newly compiled data, and I guarantee it is all true and valid."

As he spoke, Qin Hao pushed over the documents he had prepared beforehand. The cover was printed with the words "Latest Round of Mineral Vein Report," which, for some reason, seemed particularly glaring.

"Mr. Pierre, is 90% pure gold enough for you to reassess the benchmark price?"

The room fell silent the moment the documents were scattered.

They all doubted that they had heard correctly.

"Mr. Qin, what did you say? How much??"

"I told you, look at the documents first, don't rush anything," Qin Hao said with a faint smile.

"This..." one of the council members gasped, "Impossible! There has never been a record of such a mineral vein in Gatanga!"

Qin Hao leaned back in his chair, his face radiating confidence.

“Records can be falsified, but gold cannot. My exploration team will be able to bring samples over in three days.”

"And you all know how much can happen in these three days, right?"

Pierre's expression changed several times; what he said was indeed true.

Three days is enough for them to see the earthquake that has shaken the world's gold prices.

If we don't seize this opportunity, everyone will be devastated.

"Even if the data is accurate, adjusting the benchmark price still requires a process, as you know." We're all in this industry, and we know all the ins and outs.

"process?"

Qin Hao interrupted him and suddenly laughed, "When you revised the cobalt price for Blackstone Group last week, you didn't mention the process."

The temperature in the conference room plummeted.

Qin Hao already knew this?

As expected, there are no secrets in this industry.

Qin Hao took out his phone, and the screen clearly showed the transfer records between Pierre and a certain Rui Capital. Even the time was precisely matched to the points of gold price fluctuations, which couldn't be clearer.

"Now, can we talk about the so-called process you mentioned?" He pushed the phone over, not at all worried that the other person would snatch it away and destroy it.

Pierre's fingers clenched the pen tightly, and his face turned extremely ugly.

He suddenly realized that this man from China always managed to pull out the most lethal trump card at the most crucial moment and then deliver a heavy blow to them.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating Qin Hao's calm face.

No one knew he had just crawled out of the Golden Purgatory; all they saw was the unfathomable certainty in his eyes.

That's the look in someone who's weathered enough storms.

The Gold Price Board's announcement was like a bombshell, sending shockwaves through the global financial world.

"An ultra-high-quality gold deposit has been discovered on the Katanga Plateau, with a purity of 90% and estimated reserves of several hundred tons!"

In just a few lines, the price of gold on the London Metal Exchange plummeted, only to rebound wildly ten minutes later, its chart resembling a struggling giant python.

The bigwigs on Wall Street are getting restless.

Douglas's private jet landed at a temporary airport near the mine that same day, accompanied by three Nobel laureates in economics; the Morgan family heirs personally waited at the mine entrance with a bottle of century-old red wine.

Even the usually arrogant Rothschild agents have unusually shown a willingness to cooperate.

"Mr. Qin, would you do me the honor of having a simple meal with me?"

Douglas reached out his hand from three meters away, his eagerness barely concealed in his smile.

"I've brought along the top trading team from Wall Street. Shall we talk about new ways to play gold futures?"

Qin Hao had just come out of the underground base, his work jacket still covered in mine dust.

He glanced at the other party's shiny crocodile leather shoes and said indifferently, "Forget about the meal. If you want to cooperate, first settle your outstanding orders."

These words were like a slap in the face to Douglas.

His allies, who had made a fortune by shorting gold, were now frantically selling off their positions, fearing that Qin Hao's gold bomb would shatter them to pieces and leave them with nothing.

Then, one luxury car after another appeared on the street, all heading in the direction of Qin Hao.

The small town near the mining area suddenly became lively.

The bar owner wiped the glasses, looked out the window at the endless stream of luxury cars, and clicked his tongue in amazement at the bartender.

“Yesterday, an old man in a fur coat came in and said he wanted to book all the hotels in town, offering a seven-figure deposit. What are these people doing here in the middle of nowhere, instead of going to Wall Street?”

The bartender scrolled through his phone; the hashtag #GoldenGoldinGarden# had already climbed to the top of the trending topics, with comments from netizens around the world expressing their amazement.

"Ninety percent purity? That's like digging for gold bars!"

Even gold miners wouldn't dare to do this!

"Who is Qin Hao? He became the King of Gold overnight?"

"I'm in a small mining town. I just saw a helicopter circling overhead, and the person who got off looked like the former chairman of the Federal Reserve?!"

Standing at the highest point of the mine, Qin Hao watched the private planes landing one after another in the distance, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

What's meant to happen will happen eventually.

Charlie leaned closer, handed over a list, and said respectfully, "Boss, these are the people who requested an audience today. There are seventeen of them on the Forbes list alone."

"If you're not in the mood to look, just tell them directly."

Qin Hao's gaze swept over the glittering gold vein, and he said calmly, "If you want a share of the pie, you have to follow my rules. Gold can be sold, but mining rights are only given to those who obey."

In the distance, Douglas was roaring into the phone, "Move all the funds over immediately! I need to get Qin Hao's exclusive agency rights at all costs!"

No matter how the flags change hands, for the residents of the town, this is always a good topic of conversation, adding a touch of drama to their mundane lives.

After all, no matter how much money these people make, it has absolutely nothing to do with them.

"Have you heard? Yesterday, a very important person waited all night at the mine gate just to get a word in with Mr. Qin."

"It seems that things are about to change in our area."

"..."

"Who are these people?"

Charlie hesitated for a moment, then looked at Qin Hao with disbelief when he saw that Qin Hao had not taken the list.

Qin Hao could tell at a glance that there wasn't a single weak person on the list.

Those are all people who truly make millions every minute, and their gathering here is a huge show of respect for Qin Hao. And yet, his boss isn't even looking at them?

Qin Hao tossed the list back to Charlie and opened a PowerPoint presentation showing the distribution of mineral veins.

"So what if there are many people here, or they have impressive identities?"

Qin Hao glanced at Charlie sideways.

"I have only one thing to say: if you want to cooperate, then meet me in the mine's conference room in three days."

Charlie raised an eyebrow and said, "Just leave it like this? Douglas and his gang are probably going to explode."

"Frying is the best way to prepare it."

Qin Hao watched the helicopters take off one by one in the distance and sneered, "Let them understand that this is not Wall Street, and there is no rule of being at their beck and call."

When the news got out, luxury cars lined up in long queues at the temporary airport.

Douglas smashed the third antique teacup inside the tent.

Morgan's heir's assistant was running himself ragged.

Even the Rothschild agents put aside their arrogance and began studying the mine's work schedule.

Qin Hao goes down into the mine at seven o'clock every morning without fail, and eats boxed lunch in the command tent at noon.

Everyone thought that he had to be stopped.

Otherwise, if they wait these three days, their losses will be incalculable.

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