After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 285 - 284: Airdrop into Tokyo

Musk left Modu and went to Beijing to pay his respects.

"This trip to China, talking to Lu Liang, has been the happiest thing for me, bar none."

Before he left, he gave an interview to numerous media, praising Lu Liang to the skies, inside and out.

As for the past when Lu Liang shorted Tesla, nearly driving them to their wit’s end, he diplomatically referred to it as normal market behavior.

"Mr. Lu, what did you guys talk about?" Li Bing hurried into Lu Liang’s office.

Yesterday afternoon, Lu Liang entered the hotel around four o’clock and didn’t leave until after nine at night.

For five hours, no one knew what they discussed, but Musk seemed inspired. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have showered Lu Liang with such overflowing praise, as if he were an enlightening mentor.

"Just chit-chat."

Lu Liang chuckled lightly, not discussing any specifics.

Musk himself is a person of strong subjectivity; his words only made Lu Liang more certain of the direction he was heading.

The same words, coming from someone you respect, feel completely different than from someone you don’t.

It’s like an e-commerce worker getting encouragement from a friend versus Old Ma; it’s incomparable.

Although the gap between Lu Liang and Musk wasn’t as exaggerated, the idea was more or less the same.

"Was it really just casual chat?"

Seeing the domestic Tesla Model 3 officially come off the line, Li Bing felt a sense of crisis because they were preparing to mass-produce their ES8.

"Mr. Li, our company is hosting an annual meeting this afternoon, would you be interested in attending?"

Lu Liang changed the subject. He told the truth, but if Li Bing didn’t believe him, there was no need to explain.

"I’ll pass this time, I’ve been quite busy lately." Li Bing didn’t ask further, though his expression showed a touch of melancholy.

The new energy policy of the new year, "One Main Three Times," targeted not just LeEco.

All the new forces in the industry faced indiscriminate suppression. The production of ES8, planned for March, might now be delayed by a few months.

And there was a rumor going around that the second and third clauses were suggestions put forward to higher-ups by Lu Liang in collaboration with BYD Wang.

"Well then, I should go check out the venue too."

Lu Liang smiled. Even if the entire industry knew he had made the proposal, what of it?

The Tianxing Mixed Fund had passed its financial review with a budget of three hundred billion, who would dare to act rashly?

"Alright, you’re busy, so I’ll be on my way if there’s nothing else."

Li Bing was at a loss for words, unable to describe Lu Liang’s current invincibility aside from believing that, with 300 billion at his disposal, nothing was standing in his way.

If there were more days left in the year, Tianxing Fund’s doors would likely be swarmed.

Every company needed money, and it just so happened that Lu Liang was extremely wealthy.

Li Bing left a New Year’s gift box and departed.

He inquired on one hand, but mostly, he came to maintain his presence in front of Lu Liang.

"With so much alcohol, it could stock a bar."

Lu Liang sighed, looking helpless.

Other fund companies sent gifts to investors during the holidays, but for them, it was the other way around.

Since the 20th of the last lunar month to today, the New Year’s gifts Lu Liang had received could fill a thirty-square-meter warehouse.

Each gift consisted of at least two vintage bottles of Moutai.

Though Lu Liang repeatedly emphasized not to send gifts, it was his business whether he received them; the act of giving them was a matter of attitude.

Lu Liang called Fang Shiyu over: "Yu, take a look, just pick whatever you want."

"Bro, I don’t want any." Fang Shiyu hurriedly shook his head.

He had already taken one million from Lu Liang and sent it back home, ready to build a new house come spring and not daring to ask for more.

"Just take it when I say you can take it, grab as much as you can, enough with the nonsense." Lu Liang gave him a stern look.

To sell them? He didn’t need that little money,

And he wouldn’t be able to finish drinking them himself; his friends and family would have to suffer.

Lu Liang hesitated whether he should return to his hometown for the New Year.

Previously, he had no experience, but now he did.

He could meet the girl’s family, but he definitely couldn’t let the girl meet his family. His parents kept asking how things ended up with Little Li and what would happen with Su.

Lu Liang’s head ached.

Running away is shameful, but effective.

"Yu, you’ve worked hard this year, take some time to visit your aunt more."

Lu Liang had made up his mind, he was going to let loose this year and not return home for the New Year’s celebration.

The heavy responsibility of filial piety to his parents was thus left to Lu Ya and Fang Shiyu.

Fang Shiyu was clueless, "Bro, where are you going?"

"If auntie asks, just say I’m working."

At five in the afternoon, Lu Liang arrived at the Hilton Hotel.

This year marked a year of significant growth for the company, having only arranged 11 tables last year, but this year, it had quadrupled.

They had reserved a banquet hall capable of accommodating five hundred people, with the grand prize having upgraded from a BMW 3 Series to a Tesla Model 3.

There were a total of twenty grand prize slots, and Apple family bundles were piled up like a small mountain. With an average of 57,000 yuan per person excluding the venue, everyone was guaranteed at least 50,000 yuan.

Last year’s 3,888 yuan universal prize had also evolved into an Apple family bundle.

Two hours of wild giveaway frenzy,

And it all wound up with Lu Liang belting out a song to declare the end.

On the 29th of the year, the company went on holiday, and Lu Liang, along with Little Wang and a few girls, hopped on a flight to Tokyo.

Not going home this year, Lu Liang hadn’t thought of where to go, and Li Manli had no opinion, as she had already spent a week at home last year.

So, Lu Liang approached Little Wang, who just happened to have plans for a New Year’s vacation too. He assured Lu Liang everything was on him and guaranteed a trip they wouldn’t want to end.

"National sentiments run deep during the New Year’s. Even if you go to Hai Island, it won’t be much fun. You have to go abroad."

Little Wang was experienced. This was Lu Liang’s first year not returning home for the New Year, but Little Wang never went back.

As he reasoned, why limit yourself to the New Year holiday when you hardly see Old Wang a few times throughout the year.

It’s rare to have some time truly at ease to enjoy a leisurely holiday, so why bother going back home to be nagged at.

"That kinda makes sense," said Lu Liang with a helpless laugh.

"Lu, you’re just not used to it yet. We’re young people. Let’s not act like those old antiques."

Little Wang was pompously proud; earning money, he couldn’t outdo Lu Liang, but when it came to living it up and enjoying life.

Ten Lu Liangs put together wouldn’t match him.

As he said this, he glanced at Li Manli, who was seated nearby. It would have been more fun without the girls, just two guys.

Lu Liang just smiled and didn’t join in.

Having left Li Manli alone in Modu for New Year’s last year, she was pitiable enough, and now she was completely estranged from her family.

If Lu Liang had gone home for the New Year, it would have been one thing, but it would have been heart-wrenching to think about leaving her behind this time.

"Mr. Wang, is Tokyo fun?" Li Manli asked excitedly, this being her first overseas trip.

"It’s really fun; you can just call me Cong from now on."

Little Wang smiled. He wasn’t sure what Lu Liang was up to; he seemed like a total cad, and yet, not quite that cad-like.

After all, since he knew Lu Liang, Li Manli had always been by his side. Now, bringing her along for New Year’s, she must have some weight in his heart.

"Tokyo…"

Lu Liang looked out the plane’s window, the outline of Tokyo growing clearer; it was also his first time traveling abroad.

Little Wang seemed to sense Lu Liang’s worry and reassured him, "Don’t worry. Considering you’re a board member of the World New Energy Vehicle Conference and nominated for the People’s Congress, the more famous you are, the safer you’ll be."

Originally, in the middle of the year when the Japan-U.S. exchange rate had stabilized, it fell again to 118, and Lu Liang was undeniably instrumental.

Over the past two years, Lu Liang had been accused more than once by the Tokyo Daily of being the big hand shorting the yen.

But times were different now. Lu Liang had multiple buffs; not only would he be safe, but he would be exceptionally secure.

After all, being a board member of a world-class organization with a nomination from East Country Modu for the People’s Congress, his status was no less than that of a small nation’s leader.

The East Country folks have a unique characteristic, a strong admiration for power, a trait common to all, but particularly strong among them.

Little Wang could guarantee that as soon as any significant corporations or institutions caught wind of Lu Liang’s visit, they would bring out all the stops, with boisterous celebrations and fireworks, providing the sort of exceptional treatment reserved for heads of state.

Safe to say, his safety meter was at full.

"I’m not thinking about that," Lu Liang chuckled.

He was very much aware of his own weight; he wasn’t nearly important enough for people to go to war over.

If making money through shorting meant reprisal, then Soros wouldn’t still have been around into his eighties.

"What are you thinking about then?" Little Wang asked, curious.

If safety wasn’t the issue, then he was likely thinking about making money.

Panda live-streaming product sales had brought in a new revenue stream, but it was still in desperate need of money to grow, as was Wanda also in need of cash.

Going abroad for the New Year was his yearly ritual, but this year was different. Mr. Wang had lost the title of the First Rich, and there were even whispers of him turning from First Rich to First in Debt.

No matter how carefree he was, he couldn’t just ignore it, so he had canceled his original plans to go abroad quite early.

It was only because Lu Liang had ideas that Little Wang changed his plans again to accompany him for a tour, to play around, and see if they could catch the opportunity to glean some secrets to wealth.

"It’s nothing," Lu Liang shook his head, preferring not to elaborate. He fastened his seat belt, readying himself for the descent into Tokyo City.