After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future

In the next few days, Lu Liang stayed in Detroit, visiting the city's political figures with Flannery.

This once globally renowned industrial jewel has now fallen to the point where the government is filing for bankruptcy protection, and the police station is about to be abolished.

Corporate relocation is a reason, but not the main inducement; ultimately, it's because Detroit's labor unions are too strong.

"The weekly working hours cannot exceed 38 hours, and the minimum hourly wage cannot be less than 15 US Dollars."

Learning about the local union regulations, Lu Liang couldn't help but wonder, where is the real capital country?

He had no issue with the hourly wage; as long as the company could make more money, offering a 20 US Dollar wage wouldn't matter.

But he couldn't accept a 38-hour workweek, which averages out to a five-day workweek, with less than eight hours of work per day.

Abroad, an eight-hour workday is different from at home as it includes lunch breaks, with actual work time being less than six hours.

Yet, the local workers were still not satisfied.

They organized strikes and protests every so often, and as labor costs gradually increased, companies naturally chose to relocate.

In the past, General Motors had no choice because this was their birthplace; wanting to leave, they would be skinned alive if not dead.

But now it's different, with Lu Liang as a strong external ally, Flannery felt they could unite to force the union to make concessions.

To be or not to be,

he believed that those politicians would make the right choice.

Old Te, upon learning of the news, hurried over, aiming to negotiate a plan satisfying all three parties.

When he initially advocated bringing in Lu Liang, including now coming to help, his sole purpose was for the re-election a few years later.

As long as he could revitalise Detroit, the once industrial jewel, Michigan would surely become a solid Red State stronghold.

These days, Lu Liang appeared in the headlines of each state daily.

At the same time, Sun Yuchen also coaxed a few gullible rich investors, securing tens of millions of US Dollars in investments and returned home.

Upon landing at the airport, he started a live stream on Douyin.

"Thanks for the invite, I'm in Modu, just got off the plane."

"Guys, I'm exhausted, just came back from New York, now waiting for a connecting flight, and later I still have to go to Beijing."

"When I went there, I could take a private jet, but on the way back, I could only take business class, couldn't even stretch my legs."

"Whose private jet? Did I ever mention?"

"It's a connecting flight; you heard it wrong."

Sun Yuchen, with a smirk, kept playing this old trick of having no silver at this spot, not shunning old schemes as long as they were effective.

Because he 'accidentally' let it slip, the netizens in the live broadcast room all knew that the young man beside Lu Liang was him.

As a result, the Tron Coin that surged by 1,200% saw another small uptick, successfully breaking through 0.03 US Dollars.

Another 105% increase,

the total market value of Tron Coin reached 2.5 billion US Dollars.

Those investors who bought a few days ago watched their assets, which were several hundred or even a thousand, double, regretting that they didn't buy more then.

Taking advantage of this tailwind, Tron Coin became the leading domestic cryptocurrency, and Sun Yuchen was crowned the first rich man born in the 90s in the crypto circle.

He immediately called Lu Liang, asking if this scale was okay and whether he should restrain it a bit more.

"Yuchen, don't worry, what you need to do now is digest and stabilize Tron's value."

Lu Liang smiled as he spoke, boarded the plane; after staying in Detroit for three days, he was also returning home today.

This trip was quite fruitful; not only did he secure Cadillac's CT5 technical team, but he also negotiated conditions with Detroit's municipal and unions.

The union's daily activity funds are collected from workers, and the workers' money is their labor income.

If there are no companies, no positions, the union also has no reason to exist, so they chose to compromise.

Lu Liang and Flannery agreed to imitate and apply the domestic model.

Nurture some union traitors, if they are well fed, they will naturally care for the companies and overlook the workers.

Solving the union problem brought up factory construction efficiency, planning to complete around July this year.

"Mr. Lu, I understand."

Sun Yuchen pondered briefly, understanding Lu Liang's meaning.

Tron only has tens of thousands of users, with a market value of 2.5 billion US Dollars, it's like being an emperor behind closed doors, acknowledged only by family, not outsiders.

Tron Coin could surge 26 times in a few days, but it could also be reduced to original form in an instant.

Lu Liang was reminding him not to feel inflated and carefree just because of paper profits.

The urgent task is to leverage this tailwind to develop more new users and build the foundational infrastructure.

Only with more participants will the market have the capacity to sustain, and the market value can become more tangible.

"Yuchen, that will be all for now, the plane is about to take off, we can talk again once we're back home."

Lu Liang showed a satisfied smile, from now on, he also needs to cultivate his power.

It's a simple gesture; it would be best if it succeeds, but it wouldn't matter if it doesn't, just making a good connection, and there's no real loss.

Sun Yuchen is the first outsider,

but surely won't be the last.

"Mr. Lu, the plane is about to take off," Lin Yan came over and bent down to fasten Lu Liang's seatbelt.

A wave of female fragrance filled his nostrils, Lu Liang gave a mischievous smile, lightly pulling on the neckline, catching a glimpse of her bosom.

"You're bad." Lin Yan, full of charm, gave a playful glance, lightly flicking Little Lu with her index finger.

Their relationship wasn't quite a secret anymore; naturally, they didn't bother hiding flirting from others.

Lu Liang stroked her straight calves, moving upward along the stockings, about to use Wilderness Prison Heaven Finger.

Lin Yan's body trembled, panicked, and reminded again: "Mr. Lu, the plane is really about to take off."

Lu Liang squinted his eyes with a smile, withdrawing the Wilderness Prison Heaven Finger.

Lin Yan, with a shy, flowerlike demeanor, quickly walked over to the chief flight attendant's seat as if escaping.

Fastened her seatbelt, looked forward, fully focused, waiting for the plane to glide and take off.

She knew that several flight attendants next to her were likely looking at her strangely, even cursing her in their hearts.

But she didn't care, she had the courage to act; after working a few more years, she would resign, retire early, and enjoy her later years.

She wouldn't see them again anyway, so why bother? Besides, she was their leader.

On January 19th, Lu Liang returned to Modu.

As lunar December rolls in, the Chinese New Year is approaching, the festive atmosphere lingering, and of course, the streets were already decorated with large red lanterns hung on the lampposts early, but that's about it.

Although Modu is not purely an immigrant city like Shenzhen, there are still many non-locals, who will gradually start going home in the coming eighteen days.

Leaving the airport, Lu Liang came to the company, with various expensive tobacco, tea, alcohol, and aged Chinese herbal medicine filling almost half the office.

"Pick some and send them to your uncle," Lu Liang called Fang Shiyu over, letting him take whatever he liked and pack it for shipping back to his hometown.

Every year there's so much, his storage is already full, and he has to have people regularly clean out the expired ones.

"My dad has quit smoking and drinking; he got thyroiditis a while ago and has been taking medication," Fang Shiyu said gloomily.

"When did that happen, why didn't you tell me?" Lu Liang frowned.

"I found out after the surgery was completed and he was discharged." Fang Shiyu also just learned about it.

Lu Liang sighed, picked out some health-boosting herbal medicines: "Send these to your uncle."

Fang Shiyu nodded; Lu Liang finished handling some documents and headed to the private equity company on the 17th floor.

Sun Yutao was left in New York by him, responsible for setting up the office, and probably wouldn't return before the Spring Festival.

The two funds have a total scale of 13.2 billion US Dollars; usually, without Lu Liang's instruction, they conduct quantitative trading on the US stocks, buying low and selling high to lower the cost of chips.

"This year's New Year atmosphere seems to have come a bit earlier than in previous years."

Lu Liang made a round and returned to the company, only to find various expensive cigarettes, tea, alcohol, and aged Chinese herbs almost filling up half of his office.

Xu Jiawei gently reminded: "Mr. Lu, tomorrow is the 20th."

"What about it?" Lu Liang asked, puzzled.

General Motors decided to have the construction completed by July this year, and before the Spring Festival.

Xu Jiawei took out a notebook: "Mr. Lu, you said at the end of last month that you would pick someone up at the airport on the 20th."

Lu Liang frowned: "When did that happen, why didn't you tell me?"

As a result, just when giving birth was planned to be implemented early, so as not to have a large age difference between the two children.