After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future
Chapter 509 - 504: It's Revival, Not Rise

"There can definitely be no objections. Anyone who dares to object will definitely be struck by lightning."

Ota Ling beamed, casting a sidelong glance at Zheng Xuanyi with a slightly provocative look.

With the cooperation concluded, it's time for them to resume their rivalry. Besides, a twelvefold increase in four months—who would dare oppose it?

Zheng Xuanyi glared back at Ota Ling and decisively signed and stamped the agreement.

With a knowing smile that only men understood, "Mr. Lu, you've been overworked recently, you should really take some time to relax."

Before he could finish, Lu Liang waved his hand and said, "I'll not be going to Han City for the time being. I have a flight tomorrow, as there's something back home that needs my attention."

Cheng Wei had been urging him lately, unaware of which blabbermouth spread rumors about Liu Qing wanting to leave.

So, the group of feminists couldn't sit still. Their idol, a role model, was driven away by those stinky men, and this was absolutely discrimination against women.

The situation was escalating, urgently needing the news of successfully passing the US review and the stock option incentive plan to overshadow it.

Both matters required Lu Liang's presence. After all, he was the biggest contributor to Clearing the King's Side, and without him, no one dared to act.

"How could we bother Mr. Lu to handle such a trivial matter himself?" Zheng Xuanyi smilingly picked up his phone and made a call.

As soon as the call went through, there was a knock on the door, and Li Xuanhong entered with a grin, leading a group of women in.

Among them was Yun'er, who playfully winked at Lu Liang, dressed in a tight-fitting purple dress accentuating her curves.

"Mr. Zheng, you're thoughtful." Lu Liang chuckled, not pretending to be modest, and waved Yun'er over.

She beamed with joy, briskly stepped forward, knelt down beside Lu Liang, and looked up at him, "Sir, long time no see."

"It's been quite a while, probably a month, right?" Lu Liang patted the seat beside him, signaling for her to sit.

The Koreans trained their female artists well, understanding it would be impolite if guests were seated while they stood.

So, unless indicated otherwise, they would remain kneeling, allowing the guests to enjoy the view from above.

"To be exact, it's been 26 days." Yun'er smiled, took a wine bottle from a waiter, and refilled Lu Liang's wine glass.

After once or twice, once you've slept together and seen each other's bare form, there's no longer any unfamiliarity.

"You remember clearly!"

"Because it represents the days I've missed you."

"Your sweet talk is like honey."

"Not sweet." Yun'er bit her lip lightly and took a sip herself, looking like an alluring goddess from Lanruo Temple.

Lu Liang motioned for her to come closer, leaned in, and softly laughed, "You're much bolder than last time."

"Does Mr. Lu like it?" A warm whisper reached his ear, making Yun'er shiver subconsciously.

Lu Liang squinted, "I like it provocative."

In the private room, each of the three men was accompanied by a couple of beauties, chatting about anything but business.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Lu Liang returned to Kanzaki Apartment in Roppongi, packed his luggage, and prepared to return home.

"Sir, when you come next time, I'll surely meet my goal."

Miyuki opened the trading account, with total assets already reaching 13.8 million US Dollars.

Although Lu Liang had told her it wasn't important anymore, to focus on her studies, it was their first promise, and she valued it greatly.

Lu Liang chuckled, patting her on the head, "When you achieve it, I'll grant you a wish. How about that?"

Miyuki, delighted, quickly said, "Then would you take me and my mom to Hokkaido skiing?"

"Sure." Lu Liang nodded with a smile, grabbed his suitcase, and headed to the airport.

At two in the afternoon, the wandering son who had been abroad for over a month finally returned to the embrace of his homeland.

Previously, Lu Liang always thought buying a private jet might be wasteful, but now he realized it was incredibly wise.

He had traveled to the United States twice, flying over 80,000 kilometers in half a year, enough to circle the globe twice.

"Mr. Lu, it's snowing outside, keep warm."

While no one was watching, Lin Yan handed over a scarf, her face full of nervousness, fiddling with her fingers, "If you don't mind, it's something I bought in Tokyo."

Having only played a game of cards with Lu Liang, she received a whole apartment and felt very guilty about it.

She had refused him several times, but since Lu Liang didn't agree, she thought of gifting him something.

So, after many selections, she finally settled on the scarf.

Considering Lu Liang's wealth, there was nothing he couldn't buy, so she opted for something heartfelt and warm.

She had considered knitting one herself and even made several, but each looked as if they'd been chewed by dogs, forcing her to buy one from the store.

"Thank you."

A light blue scarf with a faint floral scent, Lu Liang put it around his neck and smiled, "It's very warm, I like it a lot."

"As long as you like it." Lin Yan breathed a sigh of relief, her face blooming like a peach, smiling with dimples, her eyes full of autumn water and brows like willows.

"You should smile more often in the future. Your smile is beautiful, but the professional smile cultivated by the airline is somewhat fake."

Lu Liang smiled at the corners of his mouth, waved his hand and walked out of the cabin, completely unaware of the impact this sentence had on an older unmarried woman.

"Mr. Lu, I wish you a pleasant day." Lin Yan's smile widened, as if flowers were blooming in spring.

In an instant, she even thought about how many children to have and what names they should have.

Just after three in the afternoon,

Lu Liang arrived at DiDi's New Chenghai Building.

He saw Zhu Hu with a cigar in his mouth, squatting at the entrance, puffing away, and no one would guess he was the boss of Golden Sand River Venture Capital.

"Aren't you cold?" Lu Liang quickly approached, shrank his neck, wrapped his coat tighter, having just seen that it was negative eight degrees today.

"Not bad, I can handle it." Zhu Hu snuffed out the cigarette, smiling with squinted eyes, "Lu, I heard you made quite a bit recently."

Little Wang reported that Binance's account held 4.1 billion US Dollars, and online rumors said Lu Liang made over ten billion dollars in these market fluctuations.

He was no longer surprised, just a bit skeptical if the dollars they earned were the same type, or maybe the units of measure were different.

DiDi had been struggling for five or six years and nearly couldn't go public. Golden Sand River had been accompanying it for so long. Even if it went public, it would only earn tens of billions, whereas Lu Liang could do it in days or months.

As if he was making money without even treating it as money.

"It's not that much. If it's not enough, why don't you supplement me?" Lu Liang rolled his eyes, unwilling to stand outside in the cold wind with Zhu Hu.

Zhu Hu hurriedly followed, whispering, "Is Miss Liu really so willing to step down?"

He always suspected deception; the Liu family was already on shaky ground, beset with internal and external troubles, so how could Liu Qing be content?

If she stepped down, it would be clear to opposing forces that the Liu family was declining, inviting them to take over.

"It's not willingness, it's helplessness."

Goldman Sachs was siding with Lu Liang,

so what did Liu Qing have now? What could she still offer?

Zhu Hu squinted his eyes, clicking his tongue in wonder, "You've really got more style now."

Thinking back two and a half years ago when he first met Lu Liang, Lu Liang only had some petty cash and luckily invested in ofo, hoping to invest in Mobike, but was turned away.

As time passed, ofo now only appears in trending searches, Mobike was consumed entirely by Meituan, and Lu Liang became an international capital giant.

If in the country, he and Shen Peng could wrestle with Lu Liang, but stepping beyond the borders, even together, they weren't worthy of one of Lu Liang's fingers.

"I say, Hu, have you been blown silly by the wind outside?" Lu Liang was puzzled, not understanding what Zhu Hu was getting at.

Old Zhu's sentimental mood usually only surfaced in KTV, with several rounds of drinks, hugging a girl, recounting melancholy thoughts.

"You're the one blown silly."

Zhu Hu rolled his eyes, sighed helplessly, "The main thing is every time I see you, you develop like you're on a rocket, making me want to retire."

Shen Peng appeared out of nowhere, suddenly chiming in, "Me too." His face was full of melancholy.

It's said the Yangtze River's waves push the waves ahead, but at least others are waves; Lu Liang is a tsunami.

If someone had told him before that a newcomer without a background could, in less than three years, bring down the Liu family,

He would have said, dreams have everything.

Now, it's really happening.

"I can't be bothered to bicker with you all."

Lu Liang went directly to Cheng Wei's office, intending to go over the process with him before the board meeting.

"Old Shen, do you think he made that much?" Zhu Hu suddenly asked.

Online rumors are never baseless; there must be some foundation for it to circulate.

"Whether it's much or little is secondary. The key is he certainly took the lead; otherwise, Liu Qing wouldn't have lost so badly."

During the Bitcoin boom, hundreds of institutions big and small in the country conducted investigations and analyses on this market.

They reached a shocking conclusion: if this market could develop, it would definitely become the new financial system of the world.

That's why the country was so opposed, because not only the people distinguish between domestic and foreign, even at the top, it's the same.

That's also why there is an emphasis on national development as a renaissance, not a rise.

Renaissance, in simple terms, means restoring the glory of ancestors, at least having the status of Han and Tang.

They've had enough of the pain from the US Dollar, which is why they would ban Bitcoin from entering the country.

In contrast, the West insists Bitcoin enters the East Country, with the higher-ups as resolute in their refusal as they are resolute in their insistence.

But now Lu Liang seems to be taking the lead in it, not just as a small player, which is why they lament that the succeeding waves are not waves.

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