After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future
Chapter 421 - 418: Planning Together

"If nothing comes up in a few days, you could take Zheng around Modu."

Right after he dropped Su Wanyu off at her mother's place, Lu Liang was ready to head back to Modu.

Tonight, Panda will be going public with much fanfare— a grand play was about to unfold.

For the first time, Lu Liang didn't act on the future sounds he had heard.

The subsequent market trends were uncertain, relying solely on past experiences to make judgments.

Missing out or getting trapped, it was still an unknown, reminiscent of that spring two years ago.

Tonight, he needed to be present.

He just felt a bit sorry for Su Wanyu, having said they were going to meet the parents, and that was all they did, hardly spending any time with her.

And his daughter, he didn't know when he'd see her next or if she would remember his scent when he held her again.

"By then, I should be heading north with Xiaoxuan, to Modu first, then a trip to Beijing, after all, it is her first time at East Country."

Su Wanyu struggled to keep a smile, teasingly blinking her eyes, "And when did you become so sentimental? Remember when I went to study in the United Kingdom, you didn't even take me to the airport."

Lu Liang was without words, "I didn't put a tracker on you; you left so suddenly, how was I supposed to take you?"

"Did I not mention it to you?" Su Wanyu's eyes darted around, clearly trying to alleviate Lu Liang's guilt.

Lu Liang stroked Su Wanyu's cheek, then patted the little one's head: "Be safe while you two are out."

Su Wanyu smiled brightly, lifting the little one's arm, whispering softly, "Siqing, let's say goodbye to Daddy, shall we?"

The little one, thinking she was being playful, flashed a toothless grin, reaching out her arms and making cooing sounds.

The innocent gaze melted hearts at a glance, and Lu Liang kissed her forehead, "Goodbye."

Su Wanyu was right, he had indeed become a bit sentimental lately, mostly because of the little one.

For the past week, except for at night when he was afraid of squashing her, father and daughter had been inseparable.

Lu Liang was guarded around anyone, but not her, and gradually, even his defenses were breached.

After all, what could she possibly be scheming? She just wanted to be with daddy, cuddling up to him.

Hearing the crying behind him,

Lu Liang paused, but proceeded to walk into the airport.

"The annoying guy is finally gone."

Zheng Xiaoxuan squinted joyfully, now it was time for their family of three's adventure in the East: "Siqing, Little Xiaoguai, don't cry, Auntie will take you back to Chaoshan."

As evening approached, the plane landed in Modu.

On the drive back to the company, Lu Liang pondered the arrangement for Zhuo Yifan. His task was done, and while there was no lack of secretaries around, Xu Jiawei was more than competent.

After much thought, he decided to transfer him to Su City, to be an understudy to Wang Xiaofeng.

The professional manager was competent in his duties, but not personally groomed by Lu Liang, hence prone to other intentions.

It was just right, Tianxing Technology's production base was in the making, interacting with industries and sectors across the board.

Such projects were the perfect litmus tests; in just a year or half, it would be clear whether he had the talent for overall coordination.

If so, he could be groomed for key positions, and if Wang Xiaofeng ever decided to leave suddenly, they wouldn't be left wanting for personnel.

Lu Liang informed him of the arrangement, and then asked, "Do you need a week of paid leave to rest?"

Zhuo Yifan was overjoyed but quickly shook his head, feigning hardship: "Mr. Lu, I have rested for far too long, I'm almost deconditioned."

In Edinburgh, he was benched for a long time, eagerly awaiting something to do every day, rather than just waiting for calls.

At 24, he shouldn't be settling for comfort at the prime time for striving; with such an open road ahead, he should fight hard to become one of Lu Liang's most trusted aids.

Wen Chao, galloping across Tokyo, was his role model.

Lu Liang chuckled, thought for a moment, and said, "After a while, I'll give Xiaofeng a heads-up. You can go report to him tomorrow in Su City, and from then on, be his work assistant."

"Yes, Mr. Lu."

Having been away for 11 days, there wasn't much change on the 32nd floor of the New International Building where the two companies were located.

The fund company on the left thrived methodically, selling high and buying low every day, already a pillar in the new energy sector.

The most recent net asset value was 1.4220, these past days saw more declines than rises, with single-day fluctuations above 2% rare.

Zhang Jing was cursed at by hundreds of thousands of fund investors every day, but for the company, it was a good thing.

As long as the annualized return exceeded 13%, it was considered an excellent fund.

They had been established for over half a year, and to date, they had achieved a 42.2% gain. It was time to cool things down. It was necessary to make investors realize that if their initial intention of buying the fund was to beat inflation, they had succeeded.

This was a single-currency public fund, not a stock, and certainly not a high-risk, high-reward private equity investment.

To the right, most of the lights in the Tianxing Investment office area were off, leaving only the deputy general manager's office still lit.

Lu Liang walked to the door and knocked lightly; Tang Caide's voice came from inside, "Come in."

She knew Lu Liang would return today, so she had waited until now, taking out the authorization confirmation for War Wolf 2.

From the end of July to the current date, War Wolf 2 had been released for 58 days and had officially withdrawn from cinemas after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The cumulative box office reached 60.58 billion, making it the first movie in film history to break through the 40 billion, 50 billion, and 60 billion box office milestones.

They had invested in two separate funds: one was 120 million yuan for production costs, and another was 26 million yuan for promotion expenses, totaling an investment of 146 million yuan, accounting for 52%.

From a box office of 60.58 billion yuan, after deducting cinema, distribution, film support funds, and other miscellanea, they netted 19.95 billion yuan.

Tianxing Investment's account received 10.37 billion yuan, with a pre-tax net income of 8.91 billion yuan, expected to be paid out over three to six months.

"Mr. Lu, this is just the pure box office revenue. There will be additional royalty development income. Wu Jing Company is still negotiating with various platforms; there should be another ten or twenty million income."

As Tang Caide spoke, she presented another contract, the investment proposal for Wandering Earth. As soon as the hospital made the payment, they would transfer the final payment of 300 million yuan.

Sometimes, she had to admire Lu Liang—although Tianxing Investment was a whole, it had teams specifically established for investing in film and television projects.

Initially, Lu Liang allocated only 20 million yuan to this team for investments in Xia Luo, Crown Princess Consort, First Rich, Iron Fist, and War Wolf 2.

That initial 20 million yuan had grown seamlessly through various projects, and now they were about to receive 10.37 billion yuan, with 1.18 billion remaining in the account.

In a little over two years, it had multiplied by 57 times; the return on investment in the film industry over the years was not less than investing in a startup.

One by one, Lu Liang signed and stamped the documents, until he suddenly saw this year's team building project proposal. Every year their company would organize a team-building event, usually around August or September.

Last year they went to Sanya, and this year they were planning to go to Jeju Island, with an average expenditure of 15,000 yuan per person.

Lu Liang signed the authorization and said at the same time, "Caidie, you lead the team. I won't be available those days; I probably won't be going."

Today was the 23rd, the team-building trip would last three days, departing next Monday; right after the return would be the National Day celebration, bringing a seven-day long holiday.

But he needed to keep an eye on Panda for the next week, or even a month; the stock was bound to be interesting.

With its current popularity, as long as it didn't hit the lock-up period, the stock would be the capital market's new darling.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll head off first."

Tang Caide nodded, picked up her materials,

bade farewell, and left for home after finishing work.

Having dealt with the backlog of documents pending authorization review, Lu Liang headed to the 17th floor just past eight o'clock.

In the trading room, twelve traders were ready to go, but the securities account had only a lonely figure of 17.21 million shares.

The issue price at Modu Station was 1.98 US dollars, at New York Station it was 2.2 US dollars, averaging 2.09 US dollars.

Their luck was not so good; their subscription rate was below average, at only one in two hundred and fifty.

Subscribing for 9 billion US dollars, they only acquired 17.21 million shares worth 35.9689 million US dollars.

As nine o'clock approached, Lu Liang received a call from Wilson, who inquired about his opinion.

Lu Liang seriously said, "Wilson, this is a feast, and we should collaborate."

US stocks trading hours are divided into regular trading sessions and extended trading sessions.

Panda was a new stock and had not yet entered extended trading, so it would open alongside the normal US market hours.

Beijing time the market opened at 9:30 PM, continuing to 4:00 AM, for a total of six and a half hours, without pause.

Since there were no price limits set, it wouldn't be surprising if the stock rose by 200% or 300% on its first trading day.

But no matter how much it rose, it was just paper gains. Only by cashing out—the real profits could be secured by locking in some people at high prices, converting them into long-term shareholders.

Wilson needed to check with Lu Liang to set a psychological price point, stir up the heat first, and then compete on their own abilities.

If they boosted the price and Lu Liang sold, but the hype didn't pick up, it would trash Panda's stock as well.

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