After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 147 - 146: Money Distribution Conference

An hour and a half later, Lu Liang returned to the New International Building with a look on his face that suggested he wanted more.

Little Wang was still in the parking lot, waiting for client feedback, and asked with a smile, "How does it compare to your 'Bison'?"

After thinking for a moment, Lu Liang replied with a smile, "All I can say is that the 'Bison' is not obviously expensive enough."

Even the most expensive SUVs rarely cost more than five million, and their designs are not as exaggerated or eye-catching as sports cars.

This 'Big Bull' outshone everything on the street—its powerful engine, its deep roar announcing its arrival before the car even appeared.

The driving experience was indeed impressive; no wonder Little Wang's garage was filled with sports cars and he kept buying more.

A content smile appeared on Little Wang's face. "If you're rich, you should spend more; it's also a way to boost the country's GDP."

Lu Liang's smile held a hint of amusement, "If you really were that enlightened, I would just give you the dividends directly."

Little Wang hastily waved his hands, "No, no, no, let's keep it on the company books."

From stock dividends to fund dividends, this round, he would likely get about 380 million in cash.

If it weren't processed through the company books and he went on a spending spree, followed by some strategic manipulations, he might end up being directly deducted over eighty million.

"Thanks, the car's great; I quite like it."

With a light smile, Lu Liang returned to his company upstairs and summoned Tang Caide to consider suitable charity projects.

If Little Wang was going to be deducted over eighty million, his deduction would only be larger, with stock and fund dividends totaling 1.346 billion US dollars.

If he were to pay 25% in income tax, he would get 856 million RMB after a deduction of 220 million RMB.

Lu Liang had no intention of avoiding taxes; after all, having earned so much money, he felt it was only right that the state also got its share.

However, using normal methods was still feasible—it wasn't his money after all, why not use it to boost his reputation?

Tang Caide nodded, feeling relieved; ever since she heard Lu Liang mention dividends, her heart had been in her throat.

Shangcai University had quite the reputation, and nine times out of ten, dividends ended up causing issues.

Fortunately, Boss Lu was kind-hearted and didn't make things difficult for her.

"By the way, didn't I mention increasing your salary last time? Let's start your annual salary at two million for now, and don't drive that Audi anymore; buy a new Panamera instead."

"Let's skip the salary increases for the other employees for now; they only joined this year. We can talk about that next year. But we could give out more year-end bonuses and prizes."

"For Jingchun, Wen Chao, and Shiyu, let's give them three months' worth; for others, one to two months. You can arrange it."

Lu Liang thought for a moment, then instructed a few more tasks with one goal in mind—to spend money.

Spend more, declare more taxes, and ultimately, be deducted less.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu."

Tang Caide bowed gracefully, looking slightly dazed.

She had worked at Redwood Investments for eight years, and her annual salary just before she resigned, including bonuses, did not exceed one million.

She hadn't expected that, three years after leaving the industry, she would earn an annual salary of two million in her first year back.

And judging by Lu Liang's way of doing things, two million was just the starting point—it would only increase.

It goes without saying, life is full of wonders.

On the 15th, at Tianxing Assets, the place was packed with big shots.

Not only was Wang Xiaocong's mother there, but also Guo Changguang from Fuxing Group; they had all come in person.

"Good afternoon, everyone. It looks like you're all in good spirits; I am too,"

With a confident smile, Lu Liang stepped up to the podium and asked Wen Chao to distribute documents to everyone.

They had only received a notice and did not know the details.

When they saw the actual funds, their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost—amazed, admiring, marveling continuously.

After a 20% management fee deduction, there was still 286.4 million US dollars left, clearly indicating that they had made tens of millions of dollars this month.

Moreover, the types of investments and the volume of capital movement were substantial; otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible to withdraw so smoothly.

There was also a possibility that this month's profits substantially exceeded last month's, but inevitably, some were lost during the withdrawal process.

In conclusion, one word: awesome.

After about fifteen minutes, seeing that everyone had finished reviewing the documents, Lu Liang succinctly stated, "Gentlemen, if there are no issues, please sign here."

The voices fell, and applause thundered!

People signed their names one by one, all smiles, with no objections.

They liked Lu Liang's way of doing things. They started with two million dollars each, and now each could distribute $5.728 million in dividends—a silent but powerful response.

Guo Changguang asked, "Mr. Lu, the year-end isn't here yet; are you planning to start the New Year's holiday this early?"

People echoed his sentiment, because the more the principal, the more one earns, and after clearing the accounts, only one hundred million dollars remained.

If there was an opportunity to earn a 20% return, the previous four hundred million could earn eighty million, now it would only be twenty million.

Though dividends were pleasing, especially as the year-end approached and money was needed on all fronts, earning more was undoubtedly more gratifying.

Lu Liang smiled faintly, "It's not really a New Year's holiday. You all should know that phase two is in preparation, and distributing dividends early also allows for subscription to a few more shares."

The crowd's expressions varied. This subscription to a few more shares, of course, referred to himself.

Lu Liang had personally subscribed to sixteen shares, a fact which was no longer a secret, and his earnings this time were as high as 134.6 million dollars.

Just the thought of it was thrilling—an excess of eight hundred million in cash. Even for tycoons with assets of ten billion, they didn't have this much liquid assets.

Even if they did, it belonged to the group's fund, and to use it required at least several board meetings to explain its utilization.

Not so for Lu Liang; he used it as he pleased.

But they were just envious, as after all, this was Lu Liang's capability, and they would rely on him to earn more in the future.

Someone clamored, "Mr. Lu, this is being too modest. One billion dollars, just share it and it's gone."

"That's just a little money, I'm subscribing for three shares first."

"I'll take two shares."

Everyone responded. They now had great confidence in Lu Liang. Tens of millions of dollars, if squeezed, could still be squeezed out.

Investing more, earning more — after all, there were dividends and the preparation of phase two, it all seemed like there were major plans.

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Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't do it, let alone broadcast it online. If it's online, could it be considered serious?

"Everyone, let's just talk about dividends today, and leave phase two for another day."

Lu Liang's smile remained unchanged, but his tone was unmistakable.

According to Meng Changkun's statistics, subscription intentions exceeded fifty shares, and now it was his turn to choose the participants.

This time, he would probably release forty-five shares, keeping five for himself, everyone present except Little Wang and Old Meng.

Next phase, they probably won't be included.

People also frowned, understanding Lu Liang's intention, and turned to look at Guo Changguang, the highest in status there, hoping he would stand up and say a few good words.

Guo Changguang smiled and then asked, "Mr. Lu, I heard that lunch was also prepared today?"

He wasn't foolish, talking to Lu Liang alone might still get him a few shares, but with so many people around, he shouldn't even think about it.

"17th floor, there's a very nice restaurant there. Mr. Tang, please take Mr. Guo to see it," Lu Liang said with a bright smile.

People turned to Little Wang's mother, who had a beaming expression, deterring them from even thinking of inciting her.

Old Guo relied on capabilities, and Little Wang's mother relied on connections; these two were no hope, so their sights turned to Old Meng.

Old Meng behaved nonchalantly, pretending to be hungry, "Oh, I'm actually quite hungry, Mr. Guo, wait for me."

Lu Liang walked over to Little Wang's mother, "President Lin, hello."

"Mr. Lu, hello, these days, thank you for taking care of our Xiaocong, I really appreciate it."

Lin Ting's face was all smiles, her hands clasped together in gratitude. Her visit was merely to see Lu Liang and express her thanks.

Lu Liang showed his appreciation, "President Lin, that's saying too much. We take care of each other, and Xiaocong is quite a smart kid."

Little Wang's face darkened, his back molars grinding noisily, Lu Liang, that bastard, was taking advantage of him again.

Lin Ting scolded, "Don't be so impolite. Normally, you should learn more from Mr. Lu; it's good for you."

Little Wang forced a smile, "Yes, indeed, I should really learn more from Mr. Lu."

The word "learn" nearly came out through gritted teeth.

"President Lin, Xiaocong, this way please."

Lu Liang beamed joyfully, inviting them to the restaurant on the 17th floor for a meal.