After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future

"You lovesick fool~"

Lu Liang showed a helpless expression, letting Sakurada Miyuki snuggle into his arms. Miyuki tilted her chin, smiling, and said, "Sir, in our place, the Chinese meaning should be 'infatuated woman'."

"You really know quite a bit." Lu Liang was caught between laughter and tears.

Miyuki giggled, "It's all thanks to your good teaching, sir."

"I don't remember teaching you these things."

"Then who bought the membership for my room S1?"

"Ahem... being eager to learn isn't a bad thing."

The two joked and talked, drank, and got close; Sakurada Miyuki's face grew redder, and her courage increased.

Her hand quietly covered Little Lu, curiously asking, "Sir, what are you waiting for?"

"Truly smart."

Lu Liang chuckled lightly and used his hooked forefinger to scrape Miyuki's nose bridge, "Waiting for a call."

In another hour, Wen Chao would have been under interrogation for more than 12 hours.

Flannery needed to give him an explanation.

Hours was also a critical point. Although the law states cooperation with an investigation can last 24 hours, if there's no issue, it should be resolved within 12 hours.

Miyuki was stunned for a moment, her face full of worry, "Sir, could something happen to President Wen?"

During these few months of working at Xingheng, Wen Chao never talked to her directly but always helped her acclimate to her work.

For example, by having experienced colleagues guide her or sending a third-party investigative report from Fuji TV to help her stand out in the acquisitions department quickly.

If Lu Liang was her husband, then Wen Chao was like a brother, both men aiding her growth in ways unseen.

"It should be fine." Lu Liang smiled lightly, picking up the tablet on the table and browsing workshops like Fox, BBC on European and American mainstream media forums.

Wen Chao and seven team members were taken by police at the airport, in public, but not a word of this leaked online.

It suggested someone was actively blocking the message.

Lu Liang smiled and asked, "Miyuki, why do you think they would do this?"

Sakurada Miyuki pondered, saying uncertainly, "Not wanting to build a market with a poor business environment?"

"That's just one reason. The key is someone doesn't want this to blow up." Lu Liang smiled slightly.

He said, "Once the message gets out, there's no room for maneuver. Even if Wen Chao is later released, it doesn't change the fact that as general manager of Tianxing Finance, he went to the U.S. for General Tianxing's listing negotiations and was detained by police at the airport upon arrival."

"Even if both sides later clarify that it was just a misunderstanding, who would really take it as a mere misunderstanding?"

"Rumors and misunderstandings are two different concepts, worlds apart."

Lu Liang sighed; Miyuki seemed to vaguely understand, her face puzzled, asking, "Sir, I feel like you're very disappointed?"

"Am I?"

"Yes!"

Lu Liang smiled but did not explain.

In recent years, patriotic fervor among Chinese nationals has steadily risen.

For example, the legendary box office of "War Wolf 2" and the capture of Meng Wanqiu in Canada securing dominance of a domestic phone brand.

If Wen Chao's arrest were made public, it might replicate Huawei's marketing miracle.

Though for Tianxing Finance, it wouldn't be that useful because they don't have products people rush to buy.

Tianxing Finance and Tianxing Automobile are completely different entities, doomed to never maximize profit together.

But the reason for Lu Liang's slight disappointment was purely due to a long absence from making trouble, feeling itchy, like bugs crawling.

That feeling is like standing on a high building, knowing jumping means death but still having the impulse to leap.

As they conversed, time unknowingly reached 1 a.m., when Lu Liang's phone rang.

He picked up the phone, and Wen Chao's cheerful voice came through the receiver: "Mr. Lu, we're out."

"Good to hear. Is everyone okay?"

"Yes, and we even got a free lunch from them."

Wen Chao laughed, having learned from their lawyer that the trouble indeed began with Jin Canfa, whom they met on the flight from Xiangjiang to Los Angeles.

That bastard not only was smuggling artifacts but had stashed them in their luggage.

Possibly due to poor coordination, the goods slipped past Xiangjiang Station but were intercepted at Los Angeles Station.

Their luggage was held in Los Angeles, and local police pulled up surveillance, seeing them conversing and mistakenly assumed they were part of the same group.

It's just that by then, they were already on the Detroit-bound flight, so police personnel camped at the airport.

Lu Liang realized, "It truly was an undeserved disaster."

He didn't blame Wen Chao for bad company choices.

This kind of incident could happen to anyone.

Wen Chao paused before saying, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Flannery is next to me, and he wants to say a few words to you."

"Okay, hand him the phone."

The next second, Flannery's laugh came through the receiver, "Lu, didn't I say it was an accident."

Before he finished, Lu Liang interrupted: "It appears accidental, but can you guarantee no one was up to tricks?"

Everyone knew Wen Chao was with Lu; the sight of him taken by police at the airport was akin to a public slap to Lu's face,

Only to then say it was a mistake.

"Would you accept that?" Lu Liang questioned.

Flannery forced a bitter smile, unable to argue.

He did want to counter, but in European and American circles, Lu Liang was known, whereas Wen Chao was known to few outside institutions following Tianxing Finance.

Moreover, in Detroit, Chinese people were less welcome, so the police skipped investigating Wen Chao's background.

Even so, Detroit, once an industrial gem, creating numerous blue-collar and physical labor jobs, has now become a Ghost City, needing foreign investment for rejuvenation.

Was it the union bosses' fault?

No, it's those willing to accept low salaries, grabbing their jobs, the Chinese people could be blamed.

But Flannery dared not say it; speaking out would only add fuel to the fire, so he swallowed his words.

He said sincerely, "Lu, it's my oversight. Had I personally picked up Mr. Wen, such things wouldn't have occurred."

Lu Liang remained silent, his anger expressed through silence. .

After a while, he asked, "Is there any institution behind this?"

Flannery quickly and honestly replied: "To my knowledge, only Jeffrey might be involved, but he's collaborating with us and General Motors to lock down the information."

Lu Liang suddenly felt weak, like hitting cotton.

There was a long pause on the other end; Flannery sighed deeply: "20%, no more than that."

He knew Lu Liang's nature, and if it didn't cost something, the issue wouldn't easily be resolved.

For General Tianxing's financing and listing, they needed Tianxing Finance's support, so he had to yield.

The initial plan was for General Tianxing to issue a total of 975 million shares.

Both parties had previously agreed that Tianxing Finance would issue 117 million shares, equating to 12%.

But with this issue, they could only reduce the issue percentages for others, freeing some as compensation to Lu Liang.

Lu Liang considered for a moment, his tone calm, neither agreeing nor immediately refusing: "Pass the phone to Wen Chao."

"Mr. Lu, it's me." Wen Chao took the phone back, and Lu Liang said: "Did you hear our conversation?"

"I heard it." Wen Chao nodded.

Lu Liang asked, "What do you think?"

Wen Chao urged gently, "Mr. Lu, you once said to take the first step well."

He knew Lu Liang wasn't compromising; Lu Liang had always wanted to attack Wall Street using this incident.

Therefore, he had previously instructed him, even if an accident, to insist it was not an accident, but persecution.

In some ways, Lu Liang and Harris were somewhat alike, both eager to shake things up.

Though Tianxing Finance had 10 billion US dollars, compared to those super consortiums with tens of billions, they were still pathetically weak.

They needed to grow rapidly so that the scale reaches a point where they can stand their ground against those consortiums.

Lu Liang was silent for a long time, sighing, "I just feel too aggrieved for you."

Wen Chao laughed, saying, "Mr. Lu, you said to first take the first step well."

Lu Liang squinted, thinking of the banquet next month to celebrate the yen's plunge, and had made a decision.

He said, "If you think like that, I already feel at ease. Have a talk with Mr. Flannery yourself; try to nick a few more cuts from him as punishment for failing in his host responsibilities."