After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 279 - 278: Hundred Billion Project [Come and See]

A single word stirred up thousands of waves, crushing doubts.

300 billion, 18 minutes.

Considering the current situation, the next time the subscription channel opens, if the scale is still 300 billion, the time required will only be shorter.

For the next subscription, the investors who were still watching became more decisive and retrieved the funds they had invested earlier.

Domestic small and medium-sized fund companies were all trembling, feeling a great disaster impending, 300 billion in scale—even if only 150 billion was released, it was draining their blood.

Because capital does not appear out of thin air, the birth of a behemoth fund meant inevitably, there would be corpses strewn beneath its feet.

These public fund companies, which hadn't turned a profit and relied solely on their clients' gains, were among those metaphorical corpses.

"Mr. Lu, should we change the plan?"

Zhang Jing looked towards Lu Liang, his eyes filled with admiration, like a relentless river.

They had estimated 300 billion; the fastest would take three and a half hours.

Lu Liang truly lived up to his reputation and couldn't be judged by ordinary standards.

17 minutes and 31 seconds—this record, besides them opening the subscription channel next time, it was unlikely anyone else could break it.

"Let's not change it. Let's stick to the original plan."

It was indeed faster than Lu Liang had anticipated.

It seemed his previous concerns were purely unnecessary.

However, he did not plan to change the plan because of this. Public offerings were unlike private ones; they couldn't move ahead of schedule as all procedures needed to be precisely followed. If the fundraising was set for a month, it was a month.

The remaining 1,095 billion would be released every four working days in increments of 200 billion, with the final 95 billion released, summing up to 20 working days, just in time three days before the fundraising period ended.

This coincided with holidays like New Year's Day and the Spring Festival, continuing until the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.

If moved ahead, the timing might be too tight, and Lu Liang would not have time for a little Spring Festival break.

After giving some instructions, he went to the Industrial and Commercial Bank and obtained a proof of funds of 1,905 billion yuan.

An hour later, Lu Liang arrived at the municipal office, explaining his intentions to the relevant officials.

"Mr. Lu, you plan to invest hundreds of billions in building a new energy industrial park in Modu?"

Zeng Shaofang widened his eyes, thinking he had misheard.

A political achievement falling from the sky at the end of the year?

If a trillion yuan project could be finalized and implemented smoothly, once the higher-ups visited Beijing, he would be the new key figure.

"Yes, as soon as we gather the funds, we will immediately implement the relevant plans."

Lu Liang gave a calm smile, instructing Yifan to bring out the financial proof document from the Industrial and Commercial Bank. The twelve-digit balance, one more than a mobile number, almost filled the display.

"Mr. Lu, please have a seat. For such a massive investment, we really need to plan this out."

Zeng Shaofang took a deep breath, barely containing his excitement. Lu Liang's bringing the proof of funds indicated a very strong intent to cooperate.

"Director Zeng, no hurry. Such a massive investment needs careful planning, as the funds are not yet in place."

Lu Liang smiled, subtly hinting at his itinerary for the coming days—he planned to visit a few central cities.

This included, but was not limited to, the Thirteen Grand Protectors' Jinling and Su City, as well as nearly first-tier cities like Ningbo and Wuhan.

Although Modu was the best choice, it could not be the only choice.

Shopping around; highest bidder wins.

With equal policies, or slightly inferior ones, Lu Liang would definitely choose Modu, but if the differences in offers were too significant, he would decisively change his affections.

"Yes, what Mr. Lu said is right."

Zeng Shaofang smiled broadly, nodding repeatedly.

He was the head of Modu's investment promotion office, and hadn't dared to be so bold in many years, yet a genuine hundred billion project undoubtedly qualified to challenge him.

At that moment, Lu Liang was no longer just Lu Liang; he was the stepping stone for key provincial-level officials.

Once he knocked on that door, his career path would be bright.

After talking for over an hour,

Lu Liang left the municipal office.

He wanted to see a detailed plan by the seventh day of the Lunar New Year; they had a little over a month to prepare.

In the following days, Lu Liang visited Jinling, Su City, Ningbo, Wuhan, and other four cities.

Giving them a month's time as well—whichever offered the best terms and greatest support, the hundred billion project would go to them.

It's worth mentioning Su City,

Truly worthy of being Su Daqiang, indeed very strong.

That day, he welcomed Lu Liang and the others at the Municipal Office, and without a second word, he unfolded the entire city's map.

No need to wait a month—just point out the land you're interested in and announce it, offering the most exceptional policy support imaginable.

Last year, Modu granted 1,300 acres to Tesla's super factory, and they directly quintupled it—feeling embarrassed to propose anything less than 6,000 acres.

The locations weren't isolations like uncouth outskirts; some were near Modu, some near Jiaxing, and some near Wuxi.

Even aiming near the city center was possible, albeit with slightly smaller areas, but not entirely unmanageable.

As long as Lu Liang was willing to bring a hundred-billion project to Su City, they could relocate factories for him without him paying an extra cent.

Such supreme treatment, absolute respect, were it not for Modu being Lu Liang's first choice.

He almost agreed on the spot.

He could only suppress his inner eagerness, planning to wait a month before making a decision after shopping around.

During this period, Tianxing Mixed Fund once again opened a new round of subscription opportunities. This time, 200 billion was subscribed in just five minutes—any hesitation, and it meant failure.

"Already impressive, and now holding so much capital, what exactly does Lu Liang plan to do?"

The voices of doubt completely vanished, with the 300 billion fundraising a success soon to become reality.

The public's attention shifted from whether it could succeed to, after success, where the funds would go.

Such a massive amount of funds pouring into any industry would be extremely positive news.

It's said that when one finds the way, even the dogs and chickens ascend to heaven.

"What else but what Liangzi has always been optimistic about—the development of the new energy industry?"

"True, but the new energy market is currently minuscule; can it accommodate so much capital?"

In an instant, opinions were diverse, but the five cities Lu Liang had visited were tight-lipped, completely sealed off.

A hundred-billion project, with only five competitors; theoretically, a 20% chance—they didn't want others knowing and coming to compete.

Meanwhile, it was late night in Edinburgh.

London time, seven hours behind Beijing time, was counting down to the new year, while it was already daylight in China.

"Bastard..."

Su Wanyu sat at the edge of the bay window, her eyes brimming with tears, blankly staring at the bright moon in the sky.

Alone in a foreign land, every festive occasion doubles the longing for family, and lately, she was feeling quite unwell.

...

On New Year's Day, Lu Liang gave himself a day off, having visited five cities in four days and not returning to Modu until late last night.

He was tired and wanted to rest for a day.

Although it was New Year's Day, there were still many people on duty at the company, especially the private equity firm on the twenty-second floor.

Sun Yutao consulted with Wen Chao, then, as usual, called the investors to inform them of the latest net value for the month.

1.27, up 27% over the past month.

$50 billion in capital had turned into $63.5 billion, a profit of $1.35 billion for the month.

The investors, upon hearing this, fell into silence.

Each had their remarks ready, but suddenly there was no place for their prepared words.

Since there had been a dividend distribution last month, they had also seen the specific investment details.

They had early categorized the $1.115 billion profit from the rise in Tesla's stock price into their mental expectations.

Unexpectedly,

There was an additional $235 million profit.

Although it was unclear what stocks Lu Liang had cashed in on, neither Li Xiang, NIO, nor Ningde could have yielded such a high premium.

It was enough to show that last month, after Lu Liang left Tianxing Private Equity, the firm had made moves again.

That time, they had profited at least $150 million.

Investing is for making money; whether with or without Lu Liang, the private equity could still profit—what more could they say?

However, some quietly commissioned headhunting firms, planning to poach Sun Yutao and use it as a test.

If it was Sun Yutao's judgment and he personally managed it, then he surely wouldn't be content under others forever.

On the contrary, likewise.

The outcome was clear—Sun Yutao declined the headhunter's offer without a second thought and informed Lu Liang of the news.

"These old foxes, each with countless schemes."

Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh, clearly perceiving the probing intention.