NOVEL NEXT Chapter 798: What a Masterstroke
Just at that moment,
Lu Liang's stomach let out an untimely growl.
Fan Bingqing was startled and covered her mouth, chuckling: "Mr. Lu, surely you haven't had dinner, have you?"
"I thought I could feast on beauty, but apparently, it doesn't satisfy hunger." Lu Liang laughed, not the least bit embarrassed.
Just like he was dressed in a bathrobe and slippers while Fan Bingqing was dressed to the nines; this was the privilege that came with different statuses.
Lu Liang could be casual, but Fan Bingqing could not.
"Mr. Lu, your dishes have arrived; could you please open the room door?"
At this moment, the voice of a server came from outside.
Lu Liang opened the door, and Fan Bingqing stepped back half a step, deliberately turning her body to prevent the server from seeing her.
Only when they placed the dishes on the table and pushed the cart away did Fan Bingqing walk to the table and took on the role of the server herself.
"Mr. Lu, a bowl of soup before meals can help you eat less, and it's also not good to eat too much at night now."
She smiled gently, raised the spoon, blew away the steam carefully, and fed Lu Liang cautiously.
Fan Bingqing was fully aware that she wasn't a twenty-year-old youthful and beautiful girl; Lu Liang's feelings for her might stem from a former filter.
Once the filter shatters, she'd be worthless.
But the filter will shatter eventually; she can only adopt a conciliatory strategy, hoping to deepen Lu Liang's impression of her tonight as much as possible.
"Miss Fan certainly knows a lot; no wonder she has kept herself so well." Lu Liang stretched out his hand to encircle Fan Bingqing's waist, letting her sit on his lap.
The right hand encircling her waist gradually moved upward until it started dribbling a ball; unlike a young girl's soft bounce, a mature woman had different sorts of softness.
"Mr. Lu~ be gentle…" Fan Bingqing protested playfully with a glance.
Perhaps Lu Liang's previous attitude made her feel that he should be easy to get along with, and led her to believe that she wouldn't have to break her limits to please him for a decent result.
However, Lu Liang's attitude towards her was like having a beautiful young wife at home but occasionally wanting to go out for wild game to experience women with skills.
He was there to experience skills, not to hear the technician talk about her gambling father, sick mother, schooling brother, and her broken self.
"Hurts?" Lu Liang's tone was calm as he took the spoon from Fan Bingqing's hand and said indifferently: "No trouble for Miss Fan."
Fan Bingqing was startled, realizing she was being too coy, which had aroused Lu Liang's displeasure, she hurriedly laughed and said: "No trouble, not at all."
However, Lu Liang was unmoved, continued his meal like she didn't exist.
Fan Bingqing felt instantly uneasy, knowing that if she didn't repair the relationship, Lu Liang might well ask her to leave directly.
She glanced downward and saw Lu Liang in his bathrobe, tied with a bow, seemingly freshly showered, and still fully bare beneath.
Fan Bingqing gave a cunning smile, biting her lower lip, displaying a seductive look, she suddenly lay prone on the carpet, her hips raised to reveal a perfect figure.
Like a crawling cat, she made paw prints in the carpet, reached Lu Liang's side, circled halfway around him, showcasing her figure, and slipped under the table.
Lu Liang's calm face showed a ripple, he looked down asking knowingly: "Miss Fan, what are you doing?"
"Mr. Lu, I suddenly feel a bit hungry too."
Fan Bingqing suddenly changed her style, showing drunken, dreamy eyes with a hint of seductive smile at the corner of her lips.
"You do your thing, don't mind me."
She lifted a corner of the bathrobe, delighted at the prospect, lightly blew Little Lu's bangs, ten beautiful nails moving like swimming dragons.
Lu Liang instinctively shivered, leaned against the chair, slightly squinted, showing a comfortable expression on his face.
Fan Bingqing caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye and thus worked harder, wishing to use her accumulated twenty years of experience.
...
Early the next day, Lu Liang woke up alone from the soft bed, stretched, and felt completely refreshed.
He smiled contentedly: "Always running on 98 ethanol, occasionally using 95 seems fine too."
After refreshing, Lu Liang had breakfast at the hotel, Xu Jiawei came to report for work, informing him of the appointment with Li Zairong.
Then they went to the company, Li Junwei came to report on the investigation concerning Emperor: "Mr. Lu, what Mr. Yang said is basically true."
Emperor Entertainment has just completed its privatization delisting; they had already done an inventory of all assets and liabilities before delisting.
Therefore, it takes almost no effort to investigate Emperor's debt and asset details thoroughly.
The price of 2.5 billion Hong Kong Dollars is very appropriate, perhaps heavily undervalued.
Even though there is a debt of 468 million Hong Kong Dollars, holding several prime plots of land is already worth 1.5 billion Hong Kong Dollars.
Not counting the reputation accumulated over many years and signed artists, and controlling various overseas distribution channels.
The market valuation should be at least over 3.5 billion.
"Let Mr. Tang review it, if there is no problem, proceed with the payment."
Lu Liang said, not surprised by this result because Yang Qisheng wouldn't dare play tricks with him, knowing the consequences.
Meanwhile, at 10 AM in Xiangjiang time.
The Neon Stock Market opened, continuing to open lower, with the Nikkei 225 Index falling below 20,000 points.
In the first hour after opening, the transaction volume of the three major sectors was extremely sluggish, totaling less than a trillion yen; the entire market was filled with sell orders, with no buyers in sight.
On Tokyo Ginza streets, the protests and demonstrations intensified, sixteen hours later, An San came out with a self-reflection, bowed privately to Marseille, and stated because of recent high-intensity work, his health was failing, needing some time to recuperate.
For the upcoming period, both domestic and foreign affairs large and small would be fully managed by Deputy Chairman Jian Yiwei.
Once the news spread, it caused a global uproar, with various media rushing to report, the headlines were surprisingly consistent.
"Did Lu Liang manage to bring down the capital's leader of a nation?"
Although Neon changes people frequently, An San, in terms of historical tenure, ranks among the top.
The national governance strategies he implemented turned the tide in desperate situations, earning the acclaim of economists as An San's economics.
Yet he was forced by Lu Liang within 16 hours to confess twice, and had to retreat temporarily under the pretext of illness?
"Damn, Liangzi is really awesome."
"I'm so excited I don't even know what to say."
"A true man should live like this!"
"The ancestors of the Lu Family must be smiling from their graves."
"Good job, Liangzi."
The domestic netizens cheered and spread the news joyfully.
In no time, Lu Liang's influence was elevated to an unprecedented height, seemingly on par with Huawei.
In his own name, he rivaled the leading domestic brands.
"What a move, pulling the rug from under them."
On Xiangjiang Airport Road, Lu Liang sat in the car, learning about this news, and admiration appeared on his face.
The financial market always reacts most sensitively. Just as An San announced his retreat, both the foreign exchange and stock markets surged dramatically.
Although the Nikkei Index, compared to yesterday's closing price, still had a slight decline, it had reclaimed the 20,000-point mark, with trading volume surging, and bulls and bears fighting back and forth, unlike the one-sided trend at the opening.
In the Foreign Exchange Market, the yen also surged in response, returning to the 123 level, boosting the bulls' confidence.
No matter the deputy's ability, the market always harbors expectations for new officials, believing his initial measures might have some effect. The two markets' performance is the best proof.
Even if the deputy lacks the ability to stabilize a building about to collapse and turn the tide, he can at least buy enough time, allowing An San to calmly think of countermeasures.
Unlike the past two days, being at a loss,
he had to bow and say "Excuse me, Marseilles."
"Mr. Lu, could it be a fatal praise?"
Xu Jiawei couldn't help but worry, given Lu Liang's reputation had reached an extremely exaggerated extent.
Because just now, Yang Qisheng also took the opportunity to announce that Emperor Entertainment was invested by Tianxing Finance, injecting $128 million to hold 40% of the shares.
Emperor, previously valued at no more than $500 million, instantly multiplied several times.
Rumors said someone offered Yang Qisheng $2 billion to transfer some of his shares, even if it's ordinary shares.
One percent of equity is $20 million.
Holding 60% of Emperor Entertainment, the Yang Family's wealth skyrocketed, tripling compared to before Lu Liang took a stake.
In today's capital market, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Lu Liang's words are like law.
Throughout history, those whose achievements overshadowed the master never ended well.
Although it's modern society now, with Lu Liang's influence reaching this extent, will the state be apprehensive?
"There's no need to worry about that. As long as we firmly implement Huan Dong University's strategy, the country not only won't be apprehensive but might also offer us subtle support from time to time."
Lu Liang smiled calmly, knowing East Country lacks the soil for capitalism to thrive, but the international mainstream is capitalism.
The greater his influence, the happier the country becomes, as long as he doesn't stir things up domestically.
"As for fatal praise, do I still need it?"
Lu Liang asked with a smile. In the past, he might have worried, but now it didn't matter anymore.
If it's fatal praise, then he'll just keep the momentum high, standing at the forefront of the times, holding the sun and moon firmly.
Xu Jiawei paused, then smiled with relief: "Mr. Lu, you're no longer afraid of fatal praise."
At this moment, Sun Yutao called: "Mr. Lu, should we give the newcomer a show of force?"
Lu Liang smiled slightly and said lightly, "No rush, let's see what tricks he can pull."
At 2:30 PM,
Lu Liang's private jet arrived at Incheon of Korea.
Samsung greeted the distinguished guest by securing the airport two hours in advance, giving Lu Liang the highest level of hospitality.
As soon as Lu Liang got off the plane, he saw Little Wang standing beside Li Zairong like a quail, which made him laugh.
Although both are offspring of wealthy families, the gap between Little Wang and Li Zairong is like one being in the sky, the other on the ground.
Even at Old Wang's peak moments, he couldn't become the Emperor, at most leaving a few golden words, but Old Li could, and even pass his position to Li Zairong.
The firm Samsung and transient presidents perfectly encapsulate Samsung Group's power.
Just like Korean Entertainment films are known for their boldness, often depicting Cheongwadae's fall, when it comes to chaebol themes, everyone is like quails.
Just like the Oscar-winning "Parasite," where the chaebols are naïve and the poor cunning and scheming.
"Mr. Lu, welcome to Incheon, Korea."
Li Zairong beamed, in stark contrast to the cool image of being unsmiling as rumored.
Beside him stood a slightly balding middle-aged man, with Hyundai's Zheng Xuanyi further behind.
Zheng Xuanyi beamed, eager to show his closeness with Lu Liang, went beyond his role to introduce the man beside Li Zairong: "Mr. Lu, this is Mr. Jin Fan Zhu of Kakao Group."
"Chairman Li, Chairman Jin, nice to meet you." Lu Liang smiled, examining Li Zairong.
He used to think Li Zairong looked like Little Ma, and upon closer observation, indeed, they resemble each other, both having the archetypal chaebol look.