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

The night deepened after a passionate encounter.

Feng Xi sat at the head of the bed, holding the quilt, glancing at Lu Liang who was browsing on his tablet.

She hesitated for a long time and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lu, do you think I'm a frivolous person?"

"You're just making the right choice at the right time. Trust that everything is arranged for the best."

Lu Liang smiled as he kept his eyes on the Panda stock market trends, as the IG Team advanced to the finals with a crushing momentum.

The internet was buzzing, with the top ten topics on Weibo, Tieba, and Bilibili all related to it, and Panda's stock price experienced another surge.

It opened with an 8.23% increase and rose to 12.25% during trading, regaining a market value of ten billion US dollars after one year and five months.

"I don't believe it, a man's words are just deceitful lies."

Feng Xi snorted coldly, a trace of regret flashing in her eyes.

Earlier, she didn't immediately agree to Lu Liang and rushed to discuss it with her best friend while going to the bathroom.

In the end, after a flurry of back and forth, she agreed in a muddle and followed Lu Liang to the hotel.

Now, looking back, she felt like her brain must have been caught in a door. How did she become what she used to despise, a gold-digger?

Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to wrap an arm around Feng Xi's smooth shoulder, lightly tapping the screen to open an email.

In the next second, a map of Modu appeared, with dozens of tiny red dots around Lujiazui and the Bund.

Lu Liang suddenly asked, "Your hosts' regular work area should all be in Modu, right?"

Feng Xi nodded, a hint of confusion on her face.

Lu Liang pointed at the map on the screen and softly said, "These are all apartments or residential communities, you can pick one."

In early July, Tianxing Finance moved out of Modu, but there were still over a billion RMB in tax credits remaining before they were spent.

The mid-year bonus has already been issued but is only a drop in the bucket. If the tax credits aren't used in time, next year they'll have to be paid back to the national treasury.

But since the company moved to Xiangjiang, there would be no activities in Modu for the rest of this year, making it hard to spend these credits.

So, a massive purchase of apartments and residential communities was made on both sides of the Pujiang and in popular locations, holding ownership of over eighty properties.

They usually sit unused, with no time to form a property management company, just perfect to keep a few for his mistresses.

More than ten years ago, Lu Liang graduated and came to Modu, working as a real estate agent for years, knowing well how vast and difficult life in Modu is.

Especially for someone like Feng Xi, a glamorous host, although her salary must exceed ten thousand, it's just a drop in the bucket.

Due to the nature of her job, she has to spend at least half, if not more, of her income every month to maintain her glamorous appearance.

Though live streaming provides a bit of extra income, Lu Liang asked Little Wang, Feng Xi only entered the LPL this year and is mostly in charge of the Korea region.

It was only because this World Championship was held in Korea and she is tri-lingual that she was promoted to the S-league.

No fame, and her income is pitiably low.

Her living conditions must be poor,

and she would also be frugal with her meals.

In contrast, none of the houses Lu Liang offered are under 80 square meters, and they are all in the city center or bustling areas along the river.

Feng Xi widened her eyes in a daze, "I can choose any of these?"

She imagined the rewards from agreeing to Lu Liang would be generous but didn't expect them to be so immediate and substantial.

As Lu Liang guessed, her main job, coupled with extra income from streaming, brings her a combined monthly salary of over 20,000, but it's not enough.

Just a slightly better set of cosmetics costs thousands to tens of thousands of yuan, not to mention clothing and jewelry.

Like now, she can only live in a cramped room in Qingpu's resettlement housing, costing only 1,400 a month. It's cheap but cramped and takes at least an hour and a half to get to the city center.

Her biggest dream was to own a home of her own in Modu by the age of thirty.

Unexpectedly, the surprise came so suddenly: more than eighty properties, the smallest over eighty square meters, and the largest over two hundred, all available for her to choose.

"Of course you can."

Lu Liang smiled, picking up his phone and, wearing shorts, walked out of the bedroom, "Take your time picking. I'll make a call."

"Oh, okay..." Feng Xi responded lightly.

Initially maintaining a bit of reservation, but as soon as Lu Liang left the room, she began focusing entirely on her selection.

Lu Liang took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge, drinking as he called Sun Yutao.

He said, "After the US stocks close later, submit a report to the exchange announcing the reduction of our Panda stock holdings from 8.235% to below 5%."

Lu Liang is still a major shareholder of Panda holding over 5%, and any shareholding reduction by major shareholders requires prior public announcement, which is inconvenient for massive selling after winning the championship next week.

The best way is to reduce the holding ratio below 5% within this week, becoming a dynamic market investor.

This way, the positive news of winning the championship can offset the negative impact of Lu Liang announcing shareholding reduction.

Sun Yutao responded, laughingly saying, "Mr. Lu, this should be our company's first venture income."

Lu Liang paused, laughingly said, "Now that you mention it, I hadn't even realized, three, almost four years, and it's the first time I've seen a return."

In fact, the first venture capital income came from OFO, but it didn't go through a complete process from startup to listing and was sold to the Golden Sand River as a package during the B round of financing.

Panda was Lu Liang's second investment, going through four rounds from angel investment to ABCD, and eventually went public in the United States.

Although the overall return was not high, even if all shares were sold, it wouldn't exceed one billion dollars at most.

But the advantage was that the investment was not much, with about 18 million USD invested in total, yielding a return rate of approximately 55 times.

Lu Liang then said, "I will return to Xiangjiang tomorrow afternoon, you should first contact some institutions that hold Japanese debt."

Shorting a country's currency involves different strategies for small and large amounts of funds.

They hold over 230 billion US Dollars in cash, which no foreign exchange platform globally can withstand.

The only option is to confront the Tokyo Central Bank directly, first borrowing Japanese debt rights from institutions, exchanging them for USD or US treasuries with the Tokyo Central Bank, and when the yen plummets, exchanging USD back to yen, paying some interest to return it to the debt-holding institutions.

The current US-Japan exchange rate is 1:112,

And when the yen falls to 1:135, the 23 yen difference is their profit.

This is the most basic play in the Foreign Exchange Market, but speculators with small funds don't have these channels, which is why foreign exchange platforms were created.

Users only need to pay a small fee to bypass the cumbersome processes and directly engage in foreign exchange speculation.

"Shorting yen again?"

Sun Yutao looked perplexed; Lu Liang seemed to replace the United States in engaging in intermittent harvesting of the yen.

"We are pushing them. If they could get their economy right, we wouldn't have this opportunity." Lu Liang said with a smile.

"Alright, I'll contact them right away."

Ending the call with Sun Yutao, Lu Liang thought for a moment and then called Little Wang: "Are you asleep?"

"Still partying!"

Noisy music blared from the other end but it quieted down soon, and Little Wang teased, "Feeling good?"

"Just a bit."

Lu Liang chuckled and paused for a few seconds, then said, "The announcement for reducing holdings will be disclosed tomorrow, handle it yourself."

Little Wang was stunned, "Weren't we going to sell after winning the championship?"

"When good news hits the ground, it becomes bad news. The financial market anticipates it." Lu Liang replied indifferently.

"Are you selling all of it?" Little Wang asked.

"I should keep a bit of base stock."

Little Wang pondered for a while, then said with a flattering tone, "How about I entrust the equity to your company, I don't understand these things."

"5 percent."

"Damn, are you a bandit? Why not rob instead?"

Little Wang cursed. Although he didn't understand, he knew that equity entrustment to an institution usually costs at most a 2 percent management fee per year.

Lu Liang was directly charging more than double, clearly taking him for a sucker.

Lu Liang said impatiently, "Tianxing Finance hasn't expanded this business yet, so it will be handled personally by me. If you think it's too much, so do I, take it or leave it."

"With Lu God at the helm and personally managing it, a 5 percent management fee is definitely worth it." Little Wang smiled broadly, flattering.

He suddenly changed the topic: "Liang, after all these years, give me a 20 percent discount. Otherwise, I'll have Panda sign Feng Xi, and you set the signing fee."

The money made from reducing holdings in the stock market belongs to the entrepreneur themselves, but the signing fee paid for signing artists under the company is an expense of the company.

So even using a company's 1 million to exchange for a personal 100,000 is a worthwhile deal.

Furthermore, Feng Xi isn't popular; at most, her annual signing fee is one or two million; this deal is a guaranteed profit.

Lu Liang laughed: "4 percent, set the signing fee yourself, just don't make it too obvious."

"OJBK."

Ending the call with Little Wang, Lu Liang returned to the room.

Seeing Feng Xi browsing house types on the bed, he playfully pounced and asked, "Have you picked one?"

Feng Xi squealed softly, carefully pointing at the screen: "Mr. Lu, is this one okay?"

135 square meters, near People's Square in Modu, with an average price of about 115,000.

"As long as you like it, it's a must-do."

Lu Liang recounted his call with Little Wang, mentioning that after the S tournament ended, Panda would initiate a contract with her.

He paused and said, "You can raise any dissatisfaction with the contract terms, even unreasonable ones will be agreed to by Panda."

Little Wang held 28.12 percent of Panda's equity and planned to sell 8 percent this time, based on a valuation of 10 billion dollars, which is 800 million dollars.

The waiver of one percent of the fee equates to 8 million dollars, or 55 million RMB.

Typically, the company eats the majority while the individual earns less, but now it's reversed, so no matter what Feng Xi requests, it wouldn't be excessive.

Feng Xi was startled, and all her earlier concerns vanished. She extended her arms and wrapped them around Lu Liang's neck, "Don't say a thing, love me!"