After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 77: Life is Like XX [Subscribe Request]

"Mr. Lu, are you still listening?"

"Yes, I'm listening."

"The leak of your positions wasn't from us."

"But you also bear an undeniable responsibility."

Lu Liang spoke in a measured tone, and Zhao Haisheng couldn't discern any joy or anger, so he braced himself and replied, "Mr. Lu, this was indeed our oversight. Look, how about this—I've just discussed it with the company's leadership, and we've agreed to waive your seat usage fees for the next three years. What do you think?"

"All right then, let's do that."

Lu Liang harbored no resentment towards Guotai Securities or Zhao Haisheng since the issue was far-reaching, involving international politics, whether it were him or Guotai, both were just casualties.

To short the yen, no matter which brokerage was commissioned, the transaction would ultimately connect with a bank from the Land of the Rising Sun.

Because only a bank from there would possess a large amount of yen currency, providing the necessary conditions for shorting the yen.

One could say, from the moment he decided to take a slice of the action in shorting the yen, this outcome was inevitable.

Zhao Haisheng was astonished and could hardly believe it, "Mr. Lu, you agree to our compensation plan?"

"Yes, I have other matters, so I'll have to hang up now."

Lu Liang heard the doorbell and went over to open the door.

Meng Changkun rode the elevator directly to his floor and upon entering, looked around very familiarly, "Not so different from mine."

"Have you eaten yet?"

Lu Liang smiled and invited Meng Changkun to sit down for a meal.

Having just woken up, he wasn't very hungry; after a short delay, hunger suddenly struck.

"I've eaten, but I can eat a bit more."

Meng Changkun, feeling quite at home, picked up his bowl and chopsticks and began serving himself, "The cooking lady's not bad at all."

"After all, we did go through several before finding her. If you like, I can have her cook for you for a few days."

"No need for that, the cook from my hometown suits my taste perfectly."

The two chatted sporadically, and gradually, Lu Liang began to narrate the events of the previous night as well as his analysis of the causes and consequences.

Meng Changkun furrowed his brow. On his way here, he'd gone over the whole situation again, sensing many doubts, but he hadn't expected it to be so wide-reaching, though he tentatively believed Lu Liang's account.

He pondered for a long while before replying, "We can't manage political matters, and it's best not to get involved."

"Although it's a thankless loss, it's not necessarily a bad thing; at least it made you blazingly famous both nationally and internationally."

Meng Changkun was experienced, having weathered many ups and downs in the business world, he'd seen uncontrollable events and personally lived through several.

There's an apt saying, life is like XX, if you can't resist it, might as well enjoy it.

Rather than pointlessly pursuing whose fault it is or whose scapegoat one had become, it's better to think about how to catch this wave of overwhelming public attention.

Over the years, there have been many stock market legends in China, but Lu Liang was the first to reap the wealth of citizens from other countries.

The objects of the reaping were the historic rivals from the Land of the Rising Sun; the island dispute had only recently concluded, and at such a time, Lu Liang's actions made him a national hero.

"Patriotic business can be quite profitable."

Meng Changkun felt envious; though a target, Lu Liang was also being deified.

These days, foreign monks always seem to chant the best, especially when it's a locally born, internationally recognized Speculation God.

At this time, whether setting up a public or private fund, the money would surely come flowing in.

"We'll talk about it later, eat more vegetables."

Meng Changkun's perspective was cunning, purely driven by a businessman's instinct to think first of profit.

The suggestion was quite good, sensible, but it neglected to consider for Lu Liang that patriotic fervor isn't an easy meal to digest.

Whether there will be a backlash later remains to be seen, but once a label is stuck on you, it's difficult to tear off.

"You eat, I'm full."

Meng Changkun just smiled and didn't say much more.

He knew Lu Liang was a very opinionated person, so he simply provided some ideas without insisting.

"Do you have any tea? I just don't feel right without a few cups after a meal."

"There's some Maojian in the cabinet."

"Green tea has no flavor."

Finding it hard to enjoy the Maojian, Meng Changkun decided to call his assistant to bring over a box of fine Oolong tea.

As Lu Liang ate and browsed his phone, he saw his name sky-rocket to the eighth spot on Weibo's trending search list.

In just one morning, his Weibo followers surged by three hundred thousand. Netizens left comments asking if it was true that he made over sixty million US dollars overnight by shorting the yen.

"Not that much, but close enough," Lu Liang thought for a moment and chose a netizen to reply to.

Old Meng had it right, life is like XX,

If you can't fight it, you might as well enjoy it.

The over fifty million US dollars owed to him by Japan, he would claim back sooner or later, with interest.

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The netizen hurriedly replied, "I've been noticed by the great man! My admiration for you is like the endless torrents of a river, like the Yellow River's flood, unstoppable... If I'm blessed with wealth, do not forget me. Could I also bask in your financial success?"

Lu Liang's follower count had already broken the one-million mark, all thanks to the smartphone giveaway. The draw was held the same day as the giveaway, emphasizing efficiency, and those who received their phones boasted about it online.

After all, a new model Apple smartphone cost several thousand yuan, which left those who didn't win envying and hopeful. They followed him just in case he did another giveaway.

Lu Liang snapped a photo of the Pujiang river view and captioned it: "The wind today is particularly noisy~~ Old rules, sending out eight."

Meng Changkun, with a cigar in his left hand and a teacup in his right, walked out to the balcony with a smile and leaned against the railing, "Got a plan?"

He had set special notifications for Lu Liang's Weibo, and he received an alert as soon as Lu Liang posted.

If Lu Liang wanted to avoid fame, he could have pretended ignorance, even contacted Weibo to remove him from trending searches and given it the cold treatment.

Or he could've paid to have Weibo get paparazzi to randomly pick a lucky star from the entertainment circle to draw away the attention.

Most netizens didn't know who Lu Liang was, but those celebrities appeared on the screen every day. With such disorder in their circle, they were prime candidates for distraction.

With the speed of information exchange on the internet these days, within a couple of days, Lu Liang's story would likely be pushed to the side until gradually forgotten.

But Lu Liang didn't do that; instead, he actively took responsibility for it, indicating he had a detailed plan.

Lu Liang nodded and said, "I do have some thoughts, but I still need to wait a bit longer. I'll need Mr. Kun's support when the time comes."

"We're all in this together. If you need help, just say the word. I won't let you down."

Meng Changkun's face beamed with a smile. He had helped Lu Liang so much just to hear those words.

After the meal, they drank a few cups of tea and chatted casually when Meng Changkun hurried off after receiving a phone call.

Lu Liang wanted to go back to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, so he drove to the company instead.

As he entered the company, he immediately became the center of attention. Although it had been much the same before, today's attention was particularly fervent.

The financial giant from China, Lu Liang, had shorted the yen and hauled in over sixty million US dollars in one night.

Even if netizens read the article, most would skim it and forget it, not bothering to delve deeper.

But it was different for them; Lu Liang was their boss, and it felt surreal, like a legend walking into reality.

Especially for those prodigies from Beijing University and Fudan, they looked up to him with awe as if he were a deity.

Others might not understand finance, but they did, and it was precisely because they understood that they knew the immense difficulty.

It was like snatching chestnuts from the fire or pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth, forcibly ripping open a gap within the encirclement of Western capital.