After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 366 - 363: Red Thread, Need

Chapter 366 -363: Red Thread, Need

Tuesday, Lu Liang and Little Wang arrived at People’s Hall almost at the same time for the award ceremony.

Their presence instantly drew the attention of the entire venue, as it was truly rare for those developed to such a level to still come for accolades.

Little Wang was still manageable; the valuation of Panda was just over ten billion, less than twenty billion RMB and it hadn’t been listed yet. Although it had passed the listing review, businesses that passed the review but still failed to be listed were not unheard of.

But Lu Liang was different; he was purely a freak with access to both public and private fund currencies, conservatively estimated to command not less than 70 billion US Dollars.

Though nominally, whether it was public or private funds, they seemed unrelated to him now; his title was only the chairman and founder of Tianxing Investment and Tianxing Technology.

But who didn’t know that those were just formalities?

Whenever Lu Liang spoke up, Sun Yutao of the private funds and Zhang Jing of the public funds would absolutely follow him as their leader.

Lu Liang’s presence made those young entrepreneurs from around the country tremble, feeling as if a novice in the village had encountered a max level boss.

At ten in the morning, the award ceremony began, the process was exceedingly dull, exactly the same as the one he had attended in Modu last year.

Leaders took turns to take the stage, looking back at the past, striving in the present, looking forward to the future…

Then, ten representative young entrepreneurs took the stage in turn, each spoke a few words to thank the country, thank the era…

This event lasted for two days, Tuesday at the People’s Hall for the award ceremony and receiving certificates, then everyone having dinner together.

Wednesday, they went to Huaqing University, where in front of hundreds of students, they exchanged ideas.

But nobody wanted to clash with Lu Liang, as colliding a toy car with a bulldozer could easily shatter one’s spiritual core.

Instead, Little Wang became the most dazzling star of Wednesday’s symposium: “The ultimate end of traffic is definitely leading goods!”

He spoke confidently, with a smile on his face, occasionally inserting a few fluent English phrases, and giving Lu Liang several provocative glances.

Being the founder of Panda Live and a soon-to-be listed company CEO in the US, he was actually very impressive and powerful, but next to Lu Liang, he looked like just another person on the street.

However, Lu Liang didn’t even look at him,

his eyes vacant, his mind already wandering far away.

Unreasonably,

Why had no one sought him out yet.

After the symposium ended, a secretary claiming to be Lin Fan found Lu Liang, and his dim eyes finally regained their color.

Under everyone’s envious gaze, including Little Wang’s, Lu Liang followed the secretary into the carriage, setting off for the relevant departments.

This secretary, they had met yesterday, standing next to the leader who gave the speech at the award ceremony.

No one knew where Lu Liang went that afternoon until he returned to the hotel arranged for them by the organizers in the evening.

“What was said?” Little Wang asked curiously.

“Not much.”

Lu Liang wore a slight smile, humming a tune, clearly in a very good mood, but did not elaborate further about the afternoon’s discussion.

Previously, he was like a film director, unsure where the red lines were, hence cautious in experimenting and self-censoring.

Now, he knew the definite boundaries that must not be touched and the gray areas not yet explicitly defined where he could linger.

The shackles he had carried before were at least ninety percent shed, no longer needing to worry whether some actions might cross any lines.

Little Wang looked resentful, Lu Liang hadn’t bothered with him, and left him with a terse comment before walking away: “Get Panda listed as soon as possible.”

Back to the same coffee shop from a few days ago, the same seat by the window, only the person waiting had changed from Lu Liang to Cheng Wei.

“Mr. Cheng, sorry to keep you waiting.” Lu Liang greeted with a broad smile.

“I also just came over.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Lu Liang disclosed most of the plan, including listing on the New York Stock Exchange and using Panda as a trial for the IPO.

Cheng Wei’s eyes widened, his face unable to hide his excitement, as he extended his hand, saying, “Mr. Lu, I wish us a pleasant cooperation and swift success.”

Being dominated by a woman for several years without a voice, he finally saw the light of hope.

“Mr. Cheng, don’t get too excited yet. It’s not the right time,” Lu Liang replied apologetically, without shaking hands.

One must have a justified cause for actions. With National Security investigations and DiDi’s obstructed listing, joining at this time would only make people think he represents the National Team.

Lu Liang intended to continue mixing in international circles, hence, he could join because of interests or even greed, but he absolutely couldn’t do it just because the state wanted him to.

Once labeled as part of the National Team, in the future, probably no one would want to associate with him, so he resolutely couldn’t proceed that way.

Though planning the operation, Lu Liang did not intend to get involved right now. He would wait for the right opportunity, ideally after Panda was listed.

Cheng Wei retracted his hand, pondered for a long moment, and couldn’t help but ask, “What if the right time still hasn’t come after Panda is listed?”

“Then we can only keep waiting,” Lu Liang replied, his smile unwavering.

“Mr. Lu, your plan is good. I’m willing to wait for you.”

Cheng Wei pondered for a long time, suddenly understanding Lu Liang’s concerns, and agreed to wait for that uncertain opportunity.

After all, the other party was the daughter of a former leader of the Taishan Association — it’s easy to pull out a radish and bring up the mud, triggering a chain reaction.

Thus, this battle couldn’t be a war of attrition; it had to be a blitzkrieg, ideally a shot to the heart, to avoid unnecessary complications.

Ultimately, because there was no conflict of interest with Liu Qing, Lu Liang had enough patience to continue waiting.

“Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Cheng.”

Lu Liang smiled and extended his right hand, unconcerned that by disclosing his plan, Cheng Wei might give up.

This plan, though not ingenious, was difficult to execute by anyone in the country other than him.

The whole plan was tailored for Lu Liang; without his participation, the plan wouldn’t exist, nor could it be implemented. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

After bidding Cheng Wei farewell, Lu Liang had a late-night snack but did not return to Phoenix City at Sanyuan Bridge; instead, he went back to his hotel.

He had stayed at Zhang Tian’ai’s place last night,

Lu Liang clearly sensed her emotional changes.

The story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, immortal for a thousand years, became one of the most moving love stories because their deaths were timely.

Suppose, ten years later, Liang Shanbo remained frustrated, and Zhu Yingtai grew tired of simple meals; would their feelings deteriorate?

Human emotions are the same; they change over time, possibly for the better or worse.

In most enduring loves, the so-called great emotions are more likely to deteriorate because survival is an animal instinct, and willing to sacrifice one’s life for love essentially means being carried away.

It’s like buying unnecessary items online late at night; one might cancel the order the next day, regretting even a few tens or hundreds of dollars, let alone involving life.

When Lu Liang first met Zhang Tian’ai, she had just finished filming “Crown Princess Consort” and wasn’t sure if she would become famous.

Two years later, a film “First Rich” by Zhang Chen intended to reciprocate a favor made Zhang Tian’ai rise to fame again and join the ranks of the Four Little Flower Dandies of the entertainment circle.

According to Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, every person’s needs are divided into five levels: physiological needs, safety needs, love and belonging needs, esteem needs, and self-actualization needs.

Zhang Tian’ai had already met her physiological and safety needs and was probably between love and belonging and esteem needs.

Simply put, she had obtained a lot but still wanted more.

Lu Liang knew this but couldn’t be bothered to appease her because his attitude had never changed, only Zhang Tian’ai’s feelings had.

She needed some time to think properly, to continue the relationship if she understood, and if not, to part ways forever in worldly society.