After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 342 - 339: Hit with a Stick, Offer a Sweet Date

The company had a small staff, just fourteen people including Wen Chao. Only two receptionist ladies were Chinese, fluent in Chinese, Japanese, and English, the rest were locals.

Being Chinese, he understood the Chinese character all too well.

Especially those Chinese bosses overseas, if there were too many Chinese in management positions, who knows what kind of trouble might arise.

Wen Chao was not like Lu Liang, didn’t have that high prestige, probably couldn’t hold them down. After much thought, he simply decided not to hire Chinese to avoid their scheming and forming cliques.

"Fujiwara, gather everyone."

Having just arrived at the office, Wen Chao called over the deputy general manager to assemble everyone in the meeting room to introduce them to Lu Liang.

Everyone’s eyes sparkled upon seeing Lu Liang. As Tokyo’s elite white-collar workers, they naturally had heard of the big boss.

Even among those potentially hostile to Chinese, a look of admiration couldn’t help but appear when they saw Lu Liang.

In Japan and South Korea, aside from some racists, most of those hostile to Chinese shared a common trait, they were pro-American.

And Lu Liang was a man who could stir up storms across America and had been invited to the White House for a cordial meeting with businessmen.

In their eyes, he wasn’t purely Chinese, thus worthy of their admiration and respect.

"Hello, everyone." Lu Liang smiled. He didn’t often work in Tokyo, so he needed to maintain Wen Chao’s authority.

After consulting with him, he decided to let everyone leave work early and have a company dinner that evening.

Cheers filled the meeting room. In any country, leaving work early for a company-organized dinner was a joy.

After waiting at the office for a while, around two o’clock, Ota Ling arrived half an hour early and immediately beamed upon seeing Lu Liang, "Mr. Lu, long time no see."

Back when they shorted Brent Crude Oil, he insisted on giving 20% of the net profit to Lu Liang, despite much opposition.

Many board members thought Lu Liang wasn’t worth it.

After all, they had put up ten billion US dollars at risk. Why should Lu Liang receive 20% of the net profits just for providing information?

However, since Lu Liang visited New York and received hospitality from celebrities and politicians across America, all the doubts had instantly vanished.

Going to the United States, Lu Liang became a distinguished guest. It was a wise decision for them to collaborate with Lu Liang and Old Ma to establish a risk fund early on.

A 20% share of the net profit was nothing, the remaining 80% wouldn’t have been earned without Lu Liang.

"Mr. Ota, you seem to have gained quite some weight?" Lu Liang said with a full smile, inviting him to the reception room.

He discussed his experiences in the United States, and finally the project in Detroit under the name of Xingheng Investment.

Lu Liang sighed, "Tianxing can’t allocate so much capital. We’ll need your help to move Xingheng’s funds overseas."

Ota Ling’s face darkened, he contemplated for a moment, "Leave it to us. Just let us know when you need it."

Although the funds were Lu Liang’s, they couldn’t intercept them, but they could still try to delay.

At least until the next speculation, to grab some benefits before letting Lu Liang’s funds go.

"I knew Mr. Ota would be straightforward."

Lu Liang’s smile didn’t falter. He called over Xu Jiawei and took out the letter of intent signed with the Detroit government.

It clearly stated the initial two hundred million US dollars needed to be transferred to Morgan’s account within the next thirty business days.

The guarantor was Old Te.

Anyway, Lu Liang’s investment company and proof of funds had been provided. He wasn’t without money, he had money, just that all the funds were in Mitsui Sumitomo’s account.

If the funds couldn’t be successfully transferred, it would certainly be Mitsui Sumitomo Bank’s fault.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Lu. We’ll definitely assist your company in transferring the funds within the stipulated time."

Ota Ling’s expression stiffened when Old Te’s name appeared under the guarantor section, leaving them with only one choice.

Since Japan’s complete surrender 45 years ago, the first thing every Prime Minister did after taking office was not fulfilling campaign promises or enacting new policies, but visiting the White House.

Dozens of Prime Ministers, through seventy-plus years of incessant challenges, especially the recent Old Te, had been quite exceptional.

Recently during his visit to Japan, Old Te publicly showed dissatisfaction towards Anshan, showing his displeasure publicly. If the head of a nation could do such a thing, let alone Mitsui Sumitomo.

If they dared to displease Old Te, hindering this massive investment in the Swing States, Old Te would 100% retaliate, possibly even venting angrily on Twitter.

Seeing his goal achieved, Lu Liang maintained a smile.

Handling tricky situations still required his father’s intervention.

However, everything should be done in moderation. Now that the deterrent had worked, it was only fair to give a sweetener to ease the situation.

Lu Liang spoke softly, "Mr. Ota, you might want to prepare some funds—there’s a really good market opportunity coming next month."

He didn’t just share this news with Ota Ling, but also with Sun Yutao, who managed a private equity fund in China.

He asked him to sell some Tesla stocks during this period and mobilize as much capital as possible.

Ota Ling’s eyes lit up at this, dispelling the gloom on his face, "Mr. Lu, which market?"

Lu Liang just smiled and said nothing.

Ota Ling quickly added, "I’m terribly sorry, please forgive my impulsive question, and don’t take offence."

Lu Liang pondered for a moment and said, "It might be in late August or early September, I’m not entirely sure."

The next market opportunity was gold. He knew the exact timing and the peak value, but he couldn’t say it outright.

Ota Ling nodded earnestly, assuring that he would prepare well, and left with a satisfied smile on his face.

He hoped that Lu Liang would keep his funds in Tokyo because he was worried that Lu Liang might not include them in future dealings.

For Lu Liang, whether the funds stayed in Tokyo or not wasn’t significant anymore if he was still going to involve them.

After seeing off Ota Ling, Lu Liang called over Wen Chao.

"Follow up a bit on the fund transfer for this project."

Lu Liang tapped his fingertips on the desktop, then added, "When it’s time, I’ll have Wang Xiaofeng contact you. Once the funds arrive, you arrange some manpower to go with them to Detroit."

He was very keen on General Motors’ chassis technology, so he had already asked Wang Xiaofeng to select a team of talents within China.

They would head to Detroit together later and use the construction of a factory as a pretext to learn and improve, hoping to acquire their technology soon and develop their own chassis patent.

The process was going to be long, ranging from three to eight years, and might still end up being a fruitless endeavor.

But he knew that even a 1% chance of success was better than zero—if they didn’t try, there would be no chance at all.

At 4:30 PM, the company closed early.

Not having many people, they didn’t rent a bus and instead took five sedans to Shinjuku, one of the 23 wards of Tokyo.

Ge Wuji Town in Shinjuku, much like a fusion of People Road, Yellow River Road, and Huaihai Road in Modu, boasts over 3000 entertainment venues and is also known as the largest entertainment and red-light district in Asia.

There were five female employees among them, so it was natural to avoid inappropriate places.

After dining in a restaurant, they went straight to a bar where Wen Chao had reserved a large private room.

Wen Chao coughed slightly and issued a warning, "Mr. Lu, don’t take it personally later; they are all quite capable, but they tend to go wild when they are out."

Taking the street environment as an example, the streets of Tokyo at 2 AM and at 6 AM seemed like two different worlds.

During the day, suited-up elite office workers were normal, but at night, urinating anywhere was not uncommon, although everything would return to usual the next day.

This nation, from top to bottom, was thoroughly abnormal.

"I have heard of it." Lu Liang smiled lightly—the craziness at night was essentially an emotional release for the dissatisfied working masses.

The term "corporate slaves" originated in Tokyo. If Modu was wild at night, Shinjuku was bound to be wilder.

Despite being prepared, Lu Liang still underestimated the situation.

After three rounds of drinks, a few of the older employees suddenly took off their suit jackets and trousers.

Wearing boxer shorts, long socks, and black leather shoes, they stood on the table, linked arms, and sang swaying songs.

In a fit of emotion, one of them even reached out to invite Lu Liang, "Mr. Lu, come and dance~~"

Lu Liang shook his head with a laugh, and they didn’t insist but instead pulled another male colleague to dance.

Nearby, some female colleagues whispered among themselves, and suddenly, they hugged each other and started sobbing, lamenting the challenges of life.

Lu Liang found it both amusing and unbearable and called Wen Chao over, "I’ll leave this to you, I’m heading out."

Wen Chao gave a wry smile, "Mr. Lu, let me escort you."

"No need, you stay here and take care of them."

Lu Liang left the private room and walked past many booths and other private rooms. Wherever there were suited-up elites who had had a bit too much to drink, the behavior was much the same.

"Truly damn crazy," he sighed.

Leaving the bar, he took a ride to Roppongi.