After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future-Chapter 636: Smoke Bomb for the Outside World

"You’re lying to me, you’re not Meng Changkun."

Walking out of the airport, Lu Liang received a WeChat message, smiled, and didn’t reply.

Girl, just flirt when you have time, but now that the plane has landed in Tokyo, it’s time to get down to business.

The three of them met at the agreed location, and Ota Renjun came to pick them up, having already gained Wen Chao’s trust.

Ota Renjun smiled and respectfully invited Lu Liang to get in the car, "Good evening, Mr. Lu."

"How’s Mr. Ota been lately?" Lu Liang sat in the back seat, and the vehicle quickly left the airport.

"My father is in good health, but he did mention you the other day, saying it’s been a while since you visited."

"This visit is a bit rushed, so I won’t disturb him this time. I’ll pay him a visit next time."

On the way to the company, Lu Liang and Ota Renjun chatted casually about family matters.

Wen Chao sent him to pick up Lu Liang, surely having instructed him in advance, and Lu Liang didn’t mention the need to conceal his whereabouts.

Forty minutes later, they arrived at the Tokyo Stock Exchange, with Xingheng Investment Company located just above the exchange.

Wen Chao stood at the entrance, impeccably dressed in a suit, with meticulously groomed hair, looking more like a business professional than Lu Liang.

As he saw the car stabilize, he hurriedly opened the car door, a bright smile on his face, "Good evening, Mr. Lu."

Lu Liang nodded slightly and followed Wen Chao upstairs, where the office area was brightly lit, but there was no one at their desks.

Wen Chao said as they walked, "It’s not a busy day, so I let them leave early to rest."

Lu Liang showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes and asked, "What’s the situation here now?"

From the end of last year to the beginning of this year, Bitcoin’s price rose and fell back, returning to five thousand US Dollars.

With the recent release of Tianxiu, he had no time for other concerns and hadn’t checked reports in a long time.

"We now hold over 1.5 million Bitcoins, which accounts for 7.5% of the total mined and unmined market."

Wen Chao invited Lu Liang into the manager’s office, poured him a cup of tea, and introduced the current situation of the company.

Xingheng has only two projects, one being the investment in Detroit, and the other in Bitcoin.

The former is just funding, managed daily by Tianxing Automobile’s Wang Xiaofeng, while the latter is the company’s main business.

The current total assets are 11.5 billion US Dollars, with Bitcoin holdings valued at approximately 6.3 billion US Dollars, and available funds of about 5.2 billion US Dollars.

In the past six months, there has been no profit since Bitcoin has been in a continuous decline, and they have only been replenishing stock.

Only recently did Bitcoin rise above 4,000 US Dollars; otherwise, their total assets would have fallen below 10 billion long ago.

Wen Chao spoke while observing Lu Liang’s expression.

After all, managing 10 billion US Dollars worth of assets without profit for half a year is equivalent to a half-year loss.

But he also had no choice since Lu Liang said Xingheng would focus only on the Bitcoin market.

Now, with an unfavorable market environment and continuous downward trends, replenishing stock hasn’t helped at all.

For example, with a 1 billion USD position, a 5% drop today results in a 50 million USD loss.

If they replenish 1 billion USD, then even a 2.6% rise can reclaim the previous 50 million USD loss.

But if it drops another 5% after replenishment, that’s a total of 97.5 million plus 50 million, totaling a 147.5 million USD loss.

Although selling high and buying low every day can recover some losses, it can’t withstand Bitcoin’s long-term continual decline.

"Pretty good, you’ve even managed to make costs negative." Lu Liang smiled, with no intention of blaming Wen Chao.

The Bitcoin market is somewhat like antiques, with three years of no business, then three years’ worth of business all at once.

Last year’s market surge caused a tenfold increase for a 1 billion USD principal.

Even if they didn’t profit for half a year, or even if losses hit several billions, it wouldn’t matter.

Because Lu Liang knows that the people on Wall Street won’t easily give up on this new form of cryptocurrency.

[On December 31, 2020, Bitcoin set a new all-time high, breaking through thirty thousand US Dollars]

Now, the long-term and continual decline is just a shakeout to clear the profits from those who broke through twenty thousand US Dollars before.

As long as they stick to maintaining the position of 1.25 million Bitcoins unchanged, they can still profit significantly from the next market surge.

With Bitcoin prices reaching 30,000 US Dollars two and a half years later, 1.25 million Bitcoins will be worth 37.5 billion US Dollars.

Lu Liang said, once you’re on this train with him, he’s welded the doors shut and won’t get off, no matter what.

Unless the people on Wall Street are willing to abandon Bitcoin, they are destined to carry him for life.

Because this type of cryptocurrency, once developed, must have some kind of political significance.

What kind of political significance, Lu Liang isn’t sure, but he’s ready to overturn the table and stop everyone from playing, though they might not dare.

"Tomorrow after I leave, allocate 4.5 billion US Dollars, seek funding from Mitsui Sumitomo and the neighboring Hyundai, with the best outcome being 10 billion US Dollars in total, and wait for my instructions."

Although State Street only provides them with 4.5 billion USD, Lu Liang isn’t certain whether only State Street intends to backstab them, or if other financial institutions have similar thoughts.

Anyway, Xingheng’s funds aren’t being used now, so why not take it all out, secure a 10 billion USD funding to ensure absolute assurance.

"Mr. Lu, how many days does Xingheng have to prepare?" Wen Chao’s eyes suddenly brightened, and the dull and boring Tokyo life made him miss the days he and Lu Liang dominated the financial markets.

He was long tired of exhausting his mind every day on selling high and buying low without profit.

"It’s supposed to be seven days, but in reality, it’s only two days. Extract as much as you can in two days, even if you can’t reach 10 billion, keep trying."

Upon hearing Lu Liang’s words, Wen Chao pondered briefly and understood the intention; the seven days mentioned were just a smokescreen for the outside world.

Their exact action time should be in two or three days.

"Foreign exchange? Gold?"

Once midnight passed, it would be July 3, and Wen Chao thought of the tariff increase act to be implemented three days later.

"Smart!" Lu Liang snapped his fingers, revealing a trace of appreciation in his eyes.

The person he admired most was Wen Chao. If he ever wanted to retire to the background, Wen Chao would be the first in line to inherit.

Even Lu Liang’s own children couldn’t compete with him.

If one lacks the ability to fit their position, disaster is inevitable.

If he doesn’t have the capability to inherit everything, he might as well be a happy second-generation rich, pursuing the life he desires.

Anyway, Lu Liang would definitely set up a family trust fund so that his descendants could live in luxury for generations.

At night, Lu Liang didn’t go to the apartment in Roppongi but instead checked into a hotel room nearby opened under Wen Chao’s name.

It’s not that Sakurada Miyuki and her daughter weren’t trustworthy,

But that he had to return to Modu early the next morning.

Moreover, as the waves of the Yangtze River continue to push forward, the new generation surpasses the old; tonight he just wanted to chat idly.

After soaking in a bath to wash away his fatigue, Lu Liang wrapped himself in a bathrobe, took out a chilled bottle of beer, and ordered some grilled bird skewers.

Sitting by the bay window, enjoying the city night view of Tokyo, he picked up his phone and replied to a message: "Why wouldn’t I be Meng Changkun?"

Meanwhile, not far away at the Hilton Hotel,

Upon learning that Tian Xi knew a boss more powerful than Meng Changkun, Sister Liu shelled out her own money to upgrade their initial hostel to a five-star hotel.

It was Tian Xi’s first time staying in a suite over a hundred square meters. Sitting in the bathtub, she felt everything before her was surreal and couldn’t help murmuring, "So this is what it’s like to have connections?"

She submerged half her face underwater, leaving only her nose above, blowing bubbles like a goldfish.

The phone placed nearby rang, displaying a WeChat message. Tian Xi quickly stood up, wiping bubbles off her chest.

For an average girl, bubbles from a bubble bath would stick to her waist or lower thighs upon standing up,

But not for her. Due to her larger area, the bubbles floated and clung directly to her chest, resembling a cotton candy swimsuit.

Tian Xi eagerly opened her phone, and sure enough, it was a message from L. She typed a bunch of words, then deleted them, leaving only one line: "My agent knows Mr. Meng and has confirmed with him." .

"So who do you think I am?" Lu Liang smiled with squinted eyes, taking a bite of a skewer with an egg sac, savoring the burst of egg in his mouth, complemented by the crunch, taking another sip of cold beer, suddenly feeling a surge of life contentment.

"Just now, I discussed with my agent and can basically figure out who you are." Tian Xi sent a voice message, sounding very certain.

"Tell me, I’d like to hear it." Lu Liang continued typing.

"L is your last name, right?"

"Yes."

"You work in finance-related fields."

"Yes."

Tian Xi paused momentarily, then spoke deliberately: "You have a very good relationship with Mr. Wang."

"Right."

Lu Liang was surprised. He thought he had hidden it well, intentionally lowering his voice when chatting.

Plus, he used a small account to add the others, containing mostly some troublesome acquaintances.

Could it be that Old Meng, that bastard, exposed him?

"One last question, is Mr. Wang your relative?"

A trace of fear appeared in Tian Xi’s eyes, having evidently heard some unpleasant rumors.

L stands for Lin, who, despite his age, pretends to be young, having done some shady things, unwilling to reveal his true self.

Meng Changkun, a billionaire, why would he fear him? Suddenly, everything made sense.

If it weren’t for her agent’s strong urging, she wouldn’t want to have any entanglement with him.

Lu Liang laughed silently: "Do I look like a murderer? Do I look that old?"

"Seems not, and not that old?!"

Tian Xi was stunned, her mind overloaded, quickly questioning: "You don’t have the last name Lin?"

"No, I don’t."

"Then why did you answer with ’yes’ when I asked if you have a good relationship with Mr. Wang?"

"Not having the last name Lin and having a good relationship with him doesn’t conflict, right?"

"Seems like it doesn’t."

Tian Xi pursed her lips, her brows knitted into an eight-character shape. Her and Liu Hui’s analysis was based on the assumption he had the last name Lin.

Now that he said his last name isn’t Lin, all analyses were invalidated, lacking reference value.

"Who are you, really?" Tian Xi racked her brains but couldn’t figure it out, not daring to associate him with Lu Liang.

After all, a billionaire like him wouldn’t dress like a trendy boy, let alone take commercial flights and sit in economy class when he could use a private jet.