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

Hengtai Health holds the independent property rights of Hengtai Resort and has established a property company responsible for its management.

All procedures were completed, and the review was finished by noon that day. Both parties signed the transfer contract, pending the change of property rights.

"Mr. Lu, do you not need to reconsider?" Xue Jingyang slightly opened her mouth, her mind unable to calm down for a long time.

She witnessed the whole process of this transaction. Although the unit of measurement is Hong Kong Dollar, it's equivalent to USD 589 million.

This is wealth she couldn't earn in ten lifetimes, yet Lu Liang handled it as easily as buying a bottle of water from the roadside, not even bothering to see the full view.

"Mr. Xu's offer is very reasonable, all procedures are complete, and I like it. What else is there to consider?" Lu Liang laughed.

The Tesla shares priced at USD 15 billion; he buys them without hesitation, much less a few billion for a 'safe haven'.

Even if the price doubles, or multiplies several times, as long as it ensures the safety of his family, it is worth it.

"I truly don't understand the thoughts of wealthy people."

Xue Jingyang chuckled bitterly, Lu Liang laughed and said, "Aren't you wealthy now?"

"That depends on who I'm compared with."

Xue Jingyang murmured softly.

Compared to her peers, compared to urban white-collar workers, she enjoys the privileges of a top-tier member of the Hengtai Dance Troupe, lives in luxurious high-end apartments, has a sports car worth a million, and a monthly salary of 200,000. She is certainly a wealthy person.

But compared to Old Xu's billions in loans, compared to Lu Liang's billions in investments, she is a poor person.

"Young girl, don't aim too high; learn to be content."

Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh, patting her head gently, advising her not to overthink, and then said, "Let's go; next time, I'll invite you to play tennis again."

"Goodbye, Mr. Lu." Xue Jingyang waved with a smile, having gotten used to Lu Liang treating her as a tennis partner.

It's quite nice, as Lu Liang said, to be content—dancing, performing, playing tennis, living a life many peers long for.

Lu Liang nodded slightly, said goodbye to Xu Jiayin, and left the resort, heading back to the Tianxing Financial Building in Central.

He hadn't supervised the Neon shorting project for two days, mainly because the acting Prime Minister hadn't taken action.

Over these two days, the exchange rate hovered around 123 yen, and the Nikkei 225 Index fluctuated around twenty thousand points.

After understanding the latest situation,

Lu Liang asked, "Is there any news from Neon?"

Before leaving for Korea, he handed Ishikawa Mayu's contact information to Sun Yutao, ensuring they stay in touch.

Once the acting Prime Minister takes action, they would be promptly informed and be ready to counteract.

"Ishikawa said those cabinet elders have been staying in the parliament, meeting from morning till night, but no news has leaked out."

Sun Yutao replied, feeling that An San was retreating to advance, letting Jian Yiwei launch a feigned empty-city strategy.

Because the acting Prime Minister hadn't taken action, neither they nor the shorting institutions dare to act rashly.

In 15 days, the 21st settlement day arrives; dragging it out, it might really be postponed by them.

Settlement means closure, small losses might be brushed aside, small profits might prompt securing gains.

Once the settlement cycle is prolonged by Neon, the next shorting will be difficult.

"That's nothing to worry about."

Lu Liang pondered for a moment, smiling as he spoke, "Even settling at 123 yen, we have a nine-point profit, whereas those institutions that entered the market later might lose money if they don't exit in time."

"They won't let Neon pass through so easily."

"Just patiently wait; after all, there's still two weeks left. The real battle might happen in the last half hour."

Lu Liang instructed Sun Yutao to continue monitoring, then went to Li Junwei's office downstairs.

"Mr. Lu." "Mr. Lu."

By coincidence, Tang Caide was also there, and from them, Lu Liang learned that Mitsui Takahiro had been continuously contacting him, expressing willingness to discuss the PayPal Group's share transfer properly.

He heard a rumor in Neon that Lu Liang shorted Neon because Mitsui Sumitomo was unwilling to cooperate with Ant for transferring Alipay's payment business in Neon, with Mitsui Takahiro being the mastermind.

So he panicked, as An San was cornered by public opinion to the point of retiring under the guise of illness.

Should the burning reach him, even as the heir of Mitsui Group, he might have to step aside.

"He's not afraid; he just realizes he's doomed."

Lu Liang calmly said, "You guys keep in contact with him and string him along."

Ota Ling hadn't reached out, indicating Mitsui Takahiro or the Mitsui Faction within Mitsui Sumitomo hadn't reached a life-and-death moment yet.

This is nowhere near it; unlike the Korea Market, Lu Liang's aim is to have Ota Ling control Mitsui Sumitomo Group.

No matter what, Lu Liang would not accept Mitsui Takahiro's goodwill; it was his fault for being young and not using his brain.

After finishing the conversation with the two,

Lu Liang met with Yang Qisheng in the office.

"Joker" successfully passed the censorship audit with substantial cuts and was scheduled to be released on Christmas, December 25th.

However, Yang Qisheng wasn't happy because the task Lu Liang assigned him was exceptionally challenging.

Emperor Group accepted a capital injection from Tianxing Finance and just as they attempted to enter the education sector, they faced pressure from all directions both inside and outside the industry.

Take one primary school under Victoria Harbour Education for example; it was priced at 28 million Hong Kong Dollars, but even when Emperor offered 50 million, they still couldn't acquire it.

He consulted his father, who told him to find Lu Liang and conveyed a single message: "Education is different from others; bottom-up doesn't work, it has to be top-down."

The Xiangjiang education bureau is just like the court; even after 21 years of reunification with the motherland, there are still foreigners holding pivotal positions, and until they leave, nothing can change.

"Temporarily give up entering the education industry and focus on integrating domestic and international cultural and entertainment resources. I'll find a way for this matter."

Lu Liang sighed lightly, realizing the education waters were even deeper than he imagined. If he wants the plan to go smoothly, at least those foreigners need to be ousted, and official support is necessary.

He looked north, perhaps he should take a trip up there too.

In the following days, Lu Liang stayed in Xiangjiang until the afternoon of the 10th before taking a plane to Hang City.

The Double Eleven Shopping Festival,

originated on November 11, 2009.

Initially, it was called Singles' Day, but later it was deemed ambiguous, so it was changed to Shopping Spree Festival.

This year is the tenth edition, spanning ten years, from an initial single-day transaction value of 52 million to last year's 168.2 billion.

In ten years, it has multiplied by 3,234 times, becoming an indispensable important festival of the internet era.

As soon as the plane landed at Xiao Mountain Airport, Lu Liang felt the festive atmosphere, with a tarmac supposed to be empty filled with cargo planes.

"Mr. Lu, my name is Zhang Yong. Welcome to Hang City to attend our shopping festival and 20th anniversary celebration."

The person picking him up was a lean middle-aged man with thick glasses perched on his nose, giving off a heavy scholarly air.

"Mr. Zhang, hello." Lu Liang nodded slightly.

He couldn't help but take a few more glances at the other party, who, if nothing out of the ordinary, would be the next chairman of the Ali Group.

A very capable professional manager, though not one of Ali's Eighteen Arhats, he came into prominence later, suggesting the concept of the shopping festival and bringing it to full bloom.

"Mr. Lu, please this way. Mr. Ma is practicing for the evening's program, so he sent me to pick you up."

Zhang Yong invited Lu Liang into the car, leaving the airport and heading straight to Ali's global headquarters at the West Lake Park in the Yu Hang District.

Upon arrival, it was close to 7 PM.

The sky was getting dark, and there were thirty minutes left until the opening of the party, with the 20,000-seat venue packed to capacity.

"Mr. Guo, Mr. Huang, Mr. Ma, Mr. Zhang..."

Zhang Yong arranged a VIP seat for Lu Liang in the front row, and looking around, all he saw were familiar faces.

Including Jingdong Daqiangzi of the same e-commerce sector, Huang Zheng of Pinduoduo, and the newly ascended Zhang Yiming of Douyin.

"Hey, you're here." Daqiangzi beamed like he was looking at a brother and nodded at Lu Liang, then motioned him to sit beside him.

Compared to Daqiangzi's friendly demeanor, others were more formal, all smiling and nodding in greeting, inquiring about Lu Liang's well-being.

"Pretty good." Lu Liang responded with a smile to each of them, then softly conversed with Daqiangzi: "Does JD not have Double Eleven?"

"We do, but tonight is different." Daqiangzi sighed lightly.

Huang Zheng picked up the conversation, sighing, "Mr. Ma is leaving, so both emotionally and reasonably, we should come to see him off."

Even though Pinduoduo turns to early Taobao and early Ma Yun whenever facing public skepticism to deflect the focus,

it seems the two are like water and fire, but as Daqiangzi said, tonight is different. Old Ma, as the godfather of e-commerce, has an indispensable significance for the development of the e-commerce industry.

Now that he is leaving the industry he pioneered with his own hands, as beneficiaries or juniors, they should come to see him off.

"Leaving isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Lu Liang chuckled softly, without such a melancholic feeling, because he always felt Old Ma would make a comeback.

Just then, a commotion arose in his ear.

Lu Liang followed the sound, surprised: "Mr. Ma's son is already that big?"

"Come over to Uncle, there's a drink here." He beckoned with a smile, holding a child who was accompanied by an adult and looked strikingly like Old Ma with nine points of resemblance.

"Clearly a biological child." Lu Liang squinted, not noticing the odd expressions on Daqiangzi and the others' faces.