After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 352 - 349: Sense of Responsibility, Empty Warehouse Red Line

"Please take a day off today."

Liang found the family’s medicine box, prepared a cup of cold remedy, and sat on the bed with a few fever reducers, helping the feverish but still giggling Li Manli sit up.

"You keep the air conditioning so low every night, like to sleep naked, and can’t keep still in your sleep, yet you still have the nerve to laugh?"

Liang glared at her, picked up Li Manli’s iPhone 8, entered the unlock code, opened the contact list, and asked, "What’s the name of your assistant at the studio?"

"Huang Ling."

Li Manli grinned, still smiling foolishly, lying in bed and blinking her big eyes, "Because I’m happy."

"Happy even with a cold and fever?"

Liang looked disgusted, walked to the window, and made a phone call, "Hello, this is Lu Liang…"

"Just happy~"

Li Manli squinted her eyes, her feet excitedly moving; if she weren’t sick, she wouldn’t know how much Lu Liang cared for her.

He helped her get dressed, used a towel to cool her down, wiped her palms and soles with alcohol, and even prepared cold remedy for her to take.

She could finally confirm that Liang really liked her.

"Little Huang will come over soon, I’ll ask her to take care of you, and if your fever hasn’t gone down by noon, you should go to the hospital to check it out, I’ll come over later."

Ending the call, Liang returned to the bedside, adjusted the air conditioner to a more suitable 26 degrees, and tucked Li Manli in.

Li Manli nodded and quickly asked, "Liang, are you going to work then?"

Liang checked the time, it was nearly nine o’clock, "Later, there’s not much going on today."

There were quite a few things to do today, including handling handover documents and monitoring changes in the market.

His departure from the Public Fund would likely cause a more pronounced shrinkage in the recently contracting new energy sector.

Today was also Friday, and as per usual, market transactions often weren’t very active on Thursdays and Fridays.

The weekend posed many uncertainties.

Institutional investors, speculators, and retail investors had all been frightened recently. Unless the market conditions were especially good, they generally preferred to stay out over the weekend to avoid unease.

"Liang, the company is quite busy, you should go ahead, Lingling will be here soon anyway…"

Li Manli was interrupted by Lu Liang before she could finish, "Close your mouth and eyes, stop making a fuss."

"No fuss~" Li Manli pouted, looking aggrieved but said no more and obediently closed her eyes.

Suddenly, her lips curled into a sweet smile; Lu Liang may have been a bit harsh, but he fundamentally cared about her.

"Border conflict…"

Lu Liang sat on the edge of the bed browsing news, thinking about last year’s maritime dispute. It had been resolved, but recently there had been provocations at the border again.

He could only sigh that there hadn’t been enough logistical support back then; otherwise, they could have marched straight to New Delhi and there wouldn’t be these lingering issues now.

As the medicine took effect, Li Manli’s breathing gradually grew heavier, and soft snores filled the bedroom.

Liang fell silent, put away his phone, and turned his gaze back to Li Manli’s delicate face.

After more than two years, even with her beauty, one would think he’d be tired of it, but the initial thrill had turned into a sense of responsibility.

Liang was fundamentally a responsible man; as long as the girls didn’t mind, he was very willing to take responsibility for them.

After all, during these two years, he had always been the one dumped, never actively abandoning anyone.

And he ensured each girl had a decent future ahead.

9:15 am, pre-market bidding.

Liang, not in the office, could only check on his phone.

While it lacked the detailed data of institutional software, a glimpse was enough to see that today’s market was bleak.

Taking BYD as an example, in ten minutes of pre-market bidding, the last bid was only a little over ten thousand shares, not even half of the previous day’s.

Five minutes later, the market officially opened, and the eighteen stocks held by the fund opened low, each down 3-5 percent.

"Not too bad, not too many."

Liang chuckled lightly, suddenly the doorbell rang.

He put away his phone, quietly walked out of the bedroom, informed the complex’s security to let someone in, and went downstairs.

A twenty-three or twenty-four-year-old girl with thick black-framed glasses perched on her nose curiously surveyed the complex.

Sinograin Seaview One’s average price was 31 million, a casual apartment cost seventy to eighty million, and it wasn’t uncommon for prices to break a hundred million.

The studio’s benefits were quite nice, with meals and accommodation included, and a monthly salary of over ten thousand, but even in a year, one couldn’t afford a square meter here.

Suddenly, she saw Lu Liang standing downstairs and quickly jogged up to him. "Mr. Lu, hello, I’m Huang Ling."

"Follow me." Lu Liang nodded slightly and led Huang Ling upstairs, briefly introducing the layout of the apartment.

Eventually, they arrived at the master bedroom.

Lu Liang gently woke Li Manli. "Someone’s here, so I’ll be going now. Call me if you need anything."

Li Manli was sleeping deeply but lightly, barely keeping her spirits up. She pecked Lu Liang’s cheek and said, "Bye~"

"Aren’t you worried about passing it on to me?" Lu Liang chuckled.

Li Manli, dazed and smiling goofily, said, "Then I’ll take care of you instead."

Lu Liang laughed softly, touched Li Manli’s cheek, and before leaving, he instructed, "Little Huang, I’m leaving her in your care."

"Okay, Mr. Lu, take care."

After Lu Liang left, Li Manli suddenly perked up. Although she was sick, there were still joys to be shared.

She said with a content smile, "Lingling, this must be your first time meeting Mr. Lu, right? How do you feel about him?"

Huang Ling thought for a moment and said admiringly, "Mr. Lu, he’s down-to-earth, considerate, and gentle."

After all, the rumors online about Lu Liang’s relationship with Li Manli were like Little Wang with those internet celebrities; it was thought to be just a casual fling.

However, given the basin of cold water, the alcohol wipes, and their intimate demeanor at the bedside, things now seemed not quite as rumored.

"Hehe~ I think so too."

…

Close to ten o’clock, Lu Liang returned to the office.

Zhang Jing and Tang Caide were already waiting at the doorway; one for a work handover, the other for him to sign off on a settlement.

"Take it easy, Caidie. Please wait for me for a bit, I’ll first go over work things with Zhang Jing."

Lu Liang entered the office followed closely by Zhang Jing.

He picked up his thermos from the desk, went over to the water bar, and started making coffee. "How much is in the accounts now?"

The funds in the market wouldn’t just disappear without reason; so-called evaporation was merely an outflow, no longer in the market.

The 130 billion outflow from the new energy sector yesterday and 21.2 billion in the past half hour this morning, they too were a part of this outflow.

"Available funds are 79.2 billion, with 3 billion more before we hit the 20% empty-holding red line," Zhang Jing quickly said.

Lu Liang thought for a long while and, without making a decision, looked up smiling, "Now that you’re the fund manager, what do you think?"

Zhang Jing was startled, thinking he was just a puppet, never expecting that Lu Liang actually intended to let him exercise real power.

"Surprised?"

Lu Liang’s mouth curled into a smile, then he suddenly sternly said, "Don’t tell me you haven’t considered it."

Zhang Jing hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Let’s hear it, what are your plans?"

Lu Liang researched the coffee machine and appeared unfamiliar with the task.

After hesitating, Zhang Jing carefully said, "To buy the dip, because our total assets are falling, if we don’t buy now and it falls another 2%, we’ll hit the 20% empty-holding red line."

"When do you plan to buy?" Lu Liang asked.

"After two o’clock in the afternoon," Zhang Jing replied, "because tomorrow is Saturday and at that time, market activity will be at its lowest, allowing us to leverage the largest market influence with minimal capital and attract investors holding empty over the weekend."

"And how much capital are you planning to use?"

"Before two-thirty, start with 15 billion to test how much resistance is there at higher prices and to see if it attracts enough followers."

"And if there’s heavy resistance?"

"Stay empty over the holiday and pull up at Monday’s open."

"And if the resistance is small, but there aren’t enough followers?"

"Increase the funded investment, aiming to forcibly drive up the market by close of trading, and then pull higher on Monday."

Zhang Jing quietly observed Lu Liang’s reaction, but he was busy at the water bar, and it took a while before he responded.

Suddenly he said, "Finally got it done."

Lu Liang, face beaming, holding a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee, handed it to Zhang Jing, "Try this, how does it taste?"

"Thank you, Mr. Lu." Zhang Jing cautiously blew on it and took a small sip, then carefully expressed, "It’s quite layered."

"If it’s not ground, it’s not ground, what ’clearly layered’?"

Lu Liang, unable to contain his amusement, after a pause said, "Go ahead then, do as you said."