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

"Mr. Lu, you're here."

Little Wang squinted his eyes, raised his arms high, swaying his hips, his body moving to the rhythm of the music.

Suddenly, a piercing voice reached his ears. He turned around and met Lu Liang's gaze, full of amusement.

"Nice moves," Lu Liang applauded and praised, casually picking up a bottle of beer from the bar.

Feng Xi arrived upon hearing the news, smiling as she took out a bottle opener and a cup filled with ice cubes: "Want some ice?"

"A bit of ice, please."

Lu Liang nodded slightly, naturally wrapping his arm around Feng Xi's slender waist, and waved to Little Wang who was approaching.

"Not busy tonight?" Little Wang curiously asked.

He had time to party because he'd entrusted Panda's equity to Lu Liang, but Lu Liang had no reason to have time to party with them now.

To exaggerate a bit, tonight Panda's market sentiment was comparable to super blue-chip stocks like Tesla and Apple, seemingly like a former demon stirring up trouble again.

After all, trading stocks is trading emotions, and emotions need news to support them. IG's victory was that supporting news, with the league releasing viewership data post-match.

Globally, nearly a hundred million unique viewers made this match the second largest competitive event after the World Cup.

As he understood, by ten o'clock in the evening, IG had received 28 brand endorsement invitations in just two and a half hours.

If they accepted them all, it would easily hit a few small targets.

The offline buzz was already this intense, predicting future online gains would only be more exaggerated.

The nightclub vibe was very noisy, so Lu Liang could only pull Little Wang's head close, speaking into his ear: "Don't worry, already sold 80%, just finishing up."

Due to last week's sell-off, Tianxing had already reduced its circulating stock share to below 5%, so any further sales tonight didn't need public disclosure.

So within half an hour of opening tonight, taking advantage of the victory hype, Sun Yutao directly sold 4.55%, with only the last few million shares remaining.

Lu Liang didn't forget to help Little Wang sell off, the two of them alone cashed in 1.305 billion US dollars tonight.

"Feeling good," Little Wang squinted, knowing this money would definitely ease Old Wang's Wanda crisis.

"The previous issues aren't resolved yet?" Lu Liang was surprised.

It had been over a year, he thought the Wanda Group's stock-debt crisis from back then would have been resolved.

"Real estate is a pit, nothing's that simple. I'm doing my best as his son."

Little Wang bitterly smiled, unwilling to delve into the topic further, and raised a glass, saying: "Let's not talk about this, let's party tonight."

With that, he took his newly met girlfriend to the dance floor, continuing to unleash his energy.

Lu Liang chuckled, not pursuing the conversation further, and turned to play nightclub games with Feng Xi.

"Mr. Lu, two people might feel a bit dull playing, should I call a few more friends over?" Feng Xi suggested.

"Go ahead," Lu Liang nodded.

The brain swayed with the music's rhythm, occasionally jumping along helps accelerate blood circulation.

With permission, Feng Xi smiled, squinted her eyes, quickly went out and returned with three colleagues, introducing: "Xia An, Yu, Rita, Gu Gu."

"Hello, ladies."

Lu Liang smiled, picked up the dice cup: "Wu Liuqi, everyone knows how to play right?"

"We do!"

The women nodded repeatedly, excitement shining deep in their eyes.

If nothing unexpected, Lu Liang would be the most impressive person they'd encountered in their lifetime.

"One dot."

"Split."

"Reverse split."

"Mr. Lu, you're cheating; how come there are three ones?"

"Don't like it?"

"I'll accept..."

One man and four women played joyfully, frequently catching the attention of those present.

Seeing the four queens of the tournament fawning over Lu Liang, secret admirers' hearts shattered.

As Incheon night grew deeper, on the other side of the ocean in the United States, it was midday; the sun was high in the sky.

The good news of IG's victory, causing Panda to briefly rise 32.23%, its market value surpassing 12 billion dollars.

However, the 12 billion-dollar valuation didn't last long because Muddy Water Research, renowned for shorting Chinese concept stocks on Wall Street, suddenly released a report.

Claiming Lu Liang had cashed in completely, and the founder Wang Xiaocong had also conducted large-scale sell-offs, with them projected to cash in over ten billion dollars.

The report's disclosure instantly sparked market investors' discussions, reflecting on individual stocks, the stock price plummeted as if riding a drop tower.

"Lu Liang is too much, he's treating the US financial market like a personal ATM, targeting our investors as his prey."

The head of Muddy Water Research, Kazi Gnimman, openly criticized Lu Liang and exposed his shameless acts to the media and public.

Including but not limited to manipulating stock prices, involving in the affairs of other countries, conducting insider trading and so on, seemingly only satisfied with putting Lu Liang in eighteen layers of hell.

Led by Muddy Water Research, a wave targeting Lu Liang, Tianxing Finance, and Delimei Investment Bank was quietly brewing, seemingly intensifying.

After a night of revelry, the following morning.

Lu Liang was half asleep, his eyes squinting, suddenly feeling a tumult in his stomach. He quickly covered his mouth and rushed to the toilet.

After dry heaving, he spat out the mix of wheat, sorghum, and grapes from his stomach, feeling much better.

Feng Xi wore a traditional waistcoat, like a blue triangular cloth tied around her chest, revealing a well-defined and alluring collarbone, entire back, and part of her abdomen.

Hearing the commotion, she came to the bathroom and handed over a cup of warm water, looking worried: "Mr. Lu, are you alright?"

Last night, Lu Liang was very happy; he drank a lot, and in the end, Feng Xi and Fang Shiyu basically carried him from the nightclub to the hotel.

"Threw up, and I feel better now."

Lu Liang smiled, his eyes red like a rabbit's, his voice hoarse.

Feng Xi patted Lu Liang's back, saying: "Mr. Lu, Secretary Xu came over to find you urgently."

Lu Liang furrowed his brows and quickly headed to the bedroom, picked up his phone, and called Xu Jiawei: "What's up?"

"Wen Chao asked me to call back? Okay, got it."

He then poured another cup of warm water, pressed it to his lips, drinking as he walked to the balcony, and dialed Wen Chao's number.

On the call, Wen Chao informed him that Muddy Water Research exposed the news about Tianxing Finance cashing in Panda stocks.

"Exposed if exposed, anyway what needed to be cashed in is already cashed." Lu Liang chuckled, indifferent.

He casually glanced at Panda's stock price, due to Muddy Water exposing their cash-out news.

Yesterday's morning gains were pulled back by noontime; Panda's market value returned to $91 billion.

The team's victory good news was basically devoured clean by Tianxing Finance, leaving retail investors blowing cold winds at the top.

Lu Liang laughed and said: "Could it be because of this? Yesterday Yutao hung them on the mountain to assume the orders?"

Though Muddy Water specializes in shorting Chinese concept stocks, they also hold a significant amount of stocks.

If Lu Liang wasn't wrong, Muddy Water recently appeared in Panda's top ten circulating stocks list.

"Can't rule out this cause; I just feel there's something odd about this," Wen Chao worried.

Muddy Water is just a second-tier institution; last year Lu Liang scared them into handing over their investment department's head.

But from last night until now, founder Kazi Gnimman has not only accepted interviews from multiple media but has also written over a dozen essays on Twitter and Facebook criticizing Lu Liang's various faults.

This behavior gave Wen Chao the feeling reminiscent of a scene from Journey to the West: Hydra sending Beng Bo Ba to deal with Sun Wukong, knowing Sun Wukong's terrible power would surely end disastrously, yet he still went, as if he had some certain assurance.

Lu Liang chuckled, "Wen Chao, your description isn't average abstract, but I understand."

"How about this, I'll investigate a bit, see where they got their daring courage."

Wen Chao nodded, as long as Lu Liang took it seriously, he then said: "Mr. Lu, Morgan's ten billion-dollar financing ended, General Tianxing also passed the exchange's review, and New York time tomorrow noon, we'll publicly announce the financing plan, initial valuation of 30 billion US dollars."

"Good job."

Soon after ending the call with Wen Chao, Lu Liang phoned Wilson to understand the situation.