After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 299 Extraordinary Courtesy
Lu Liang came to the company and talked with Wen Chao.

Today is already the 21st, but the price of Brent crude oil has fallen instead of rising, and the current market price is US$51.23 per barrel.

“Keep paying attention, short-term bullish.”

Lu Liang pondered for a moment, and upon learning that the position had been opened with a ten-fold leverage, he did not ask any further questions, and was not even interested in knowing the bottom price.

Ota Ling of Sumitomo Mitsui invited him again and again, hoping that Lu Liang could visit Tokyo, and he was ready to agree.

If you find out about your private equity holdings at this time, it may be inconvenient for subsequent operations.

Because being a guest was fake, but being in charge was probably real.

Lu Liang only asked them to pay attention to the international oil price, but did not say which index it was or whether it was rising or falling.

They are like headless flies, rushing around in the market. Even if they collect a lot of industry intelligence, they are unable to judge the market conditions.

"Then I'll book a flight and go take a look."

Lu Liang laughed. There were only two days left and there was no movement in the market. This could only mean that it was an emergency.

The key to an emergency is "sudden". How can they investigate it clearly if it hasn't happened yet?

"Mr. Lu, if you don't mind, just go to the airport directly. Our special plane has arrived in advance."

Ota's face was full of smiles and his attitude was so enthusiastic that it was hard to imagine that he was the head of a trillion-yen group.

Three days ago, when he called Lu Liang for the first time to invite him, his private plane had already landed at Xinpu Airport.

We apply for two international routes every day and wait for Lu Liang’s approval so that we can fly here directly.

"Mr. Ohta, you are so polite."

Lu Liang was speechless, paused and asked: "What time is the flight?"

Ota asked his secretary, and then replied, "The nearest flight is at 4:30 this afternoon, which is the time in Beijing. There are still two hours before departure."

Lu Liang hesitated for a moment and said, "Well... I have some things to deal with here. I guess I won't have time until after six o'clock."

Ota Ling said again: "Mr. Lu, there is another flight tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, why don't you take that flight."

Lu Liang was speechless for a moment. He didn't expect the other party to be so well prepared. He frowned and thought of an excuse: "There may be a market in the evening. I'd better go over tonight."

Ota Ling seemed to understand and complimented him, "Mr. Lu's attitude towards work is really touching. What time is your flight? I will arrange for someone to pick you up."

"It depends on the situation. I'll have my secretary contact you then."

"Okay, okay, welcome."

There were very few people on the private plane. The entire crew, including Lu Liang’s people, was estimated to be no more than 20 people.

It was a plane provided by someone else. Lu Liang was afraid of death, so he preferred to take the first class cabin of a popular airline.

Direct flights from Shanghai to Tokyo are popular international routes at Puxin Airport, with at least a few hundred passengers on each flight.

The more people there are, the safer he feels.

Mr. Benshan said it well, the most painful thing in life is to be alive but have no money. And the more painful thing is to be dead but have not spent all the money.

Although I don’t know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident, most accidents can be avoided.

The gentleman does not stand under the wall.

After ending the call, Lu Liang played games in the office for a while. It was not until a little after five o'clock that he asked Zhuo Yifan to book a flight and negotiate with Ota Ling's secretary.

At 9:30 in the evening, a plane took off from Shanghai and arrived smoothly at Tokyo's Haneda Airport.

The first group of passengers who walked out of the cabin widened their eyes and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What's going on?"

More than a dozen black Maybachs were parked in an orderly manner next to the airport shuttle bus.

People who came to Tokyo for the first time couldn't help but take photos and exclaimed: "It's worth the trip. Tokyo is worthy of being the world's first metropolis. The airport shuttle buses are all Maybach."

"..." The companion next to him was speechless and couldn't help but whispered: "Don't blow it too much, it's obviously to pick someone up."

"Who are you picking up? Who is so grand as to have the motorcade drive the cars directly to the helipad?"

"What an important person! I have to take a closer look."

Everyone looked towards the first-class exit. If there was an important person there, he probably wouldn't be in economy class with them.

Lu Liang was the first to walk out of the cabin. He couldn't help but groan and stretch: "Another three hours of my life wasted."

But as soon as he turned his head, he found that a group of tourists who seemed to be from China were looking at him in unison.

The expressions on everyone's faces were as if they had seen a ghost.

"Am I seeing right? That's Liangzi?" "Does Lu Liang have such strong connections in Tokyo?"

After all, it’s an international airport like Haneda that can drive the welcoming convoy onto the tarmac.

Having a lot of money is only a prerequisite; one also needs powerful connections and a strong background.

A Tokyo resident who had just returned from the University of Tokyo saw a familiar face next to the motorcade, his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't help but whisper to himself: "It looks like Mr. Ota from Sumitomo Mitsui?"

South Korea has chaebols, and they have them in Tokyo as well. Mitsui Group and Sumitomo Group are two of the six largest chaebols.

At the turn of the millennium, Tokyo's banking industry underwent a major reshuffle, with Mitsubishi and UFJ establishing the Mitsubishi UFJ Financial Group.

In order to compete with them, Mitsui and Sumitomo also established the Sumitomo Mitsui Financial Group, and the two banks became two of the three largest banks in the country.

The one firmly sitting on the first place is Mizuho Bank, which is also the product of a merger. It was originally formed by the merger of United Kangyo Bank, Fuji Bank and Nikko Bank. With one more bank, it is stronger and has firmly surpassed them.

However, unlike Mizuho and Mitsubishi UFJ, Sumitomo Mitsui has a good reputation in Japan because the largest shareholders of the former two companies are BlackRock.

It is rumored that they are all controlled by Wall Street capital, except that the largest shareholder of Sumitomo Mitsui is Bank of Japan, and the second largest shareholder is BlackRock.

In a relatively bad market, a company that is not as bad as it should be is also praised by contemporary young people as Yamato’s true national bank.

At this time, Lu Liang also saw a row of Maybachs not far away. With a strange look on his face, he could only wave to the domestic tourists and said, "I wish you all a safe journey."

Then he got off the plane, took a few quick steps, and shook hands and hugged Ota Rei, who was in high spirits.

Lu Liang smiled bitterly: "Mr. Ota, you are too polite."

He could imagine what kind of mess it would become when the news got to the country. He received this kind of treatment when he came to Tokyo for the second time. It was probably some kind of PY transaction.

Ota Ling was puzzled and asked, "Mr. Lu, are we causing you trouble?"

They investigated Lu Liang and knew that he liked to be in the spotlight, so they treated him with the highest level of courtesy.

"It's not a big deal, let's go."

Lu Liang was speechless, with a hint of bitterness on his lips.

He considers himself a very low-key person, so why do others think he likes to be in the spotlight?

This is definitely a misunderstanding.

The driver, in a black suit and white gloves, quickly opened the back door of the first car.

Lu Liang waved his hand and said, "Mr. Ota, please come in."

"Mr. Lu, you are the guest, please go first."

"Then I won't be polite."

As the two took their seats in the back row, the ceremonial motorcade also left the apron through a special channel.

Just as Lu Liang guessed, the news had already spread to the country while he was still on the road.

"A big shot suddenly appeared at Tokyo Haneda Airport, and it turned out to be him!"

"Why did nine Maybachs break into Haneda Airport?"

《It’s him, it’s him, it’s him…》

"Pictures speak louder than words."

"Ryoko, why did you go to Tokyo again?"

"Could it be that he met a female teacher during the Spring Festival holiday and that's why he couldn't leave?"

"It doesn't seem so. I heard that the man is Ota Rei, the chairman of Sumitomo Mitsui Bank."

"This is awesome! This is the kind of treatment you get from a country's head of state."

Lu Liang guessed the beginning, but not the ending.

Although netizens were discussing this, pro-Japanese remarks were rare and only a very small number of them appeared, which did not cause any waves.

The Internet has memory. In mid-July last year, the video that went viral across the country helped Lu Liang gain a lot of goodwill.

A person who was labeled a nationalist by Wall Street capital probably went to Tokyo just to discuss business.

Receiving the highest level of courtesy from a large conglomerate, netizens will not only not feel disgusted, but will also feel a sense of pride.

Just like some people like to read foreigners’ comments about China, and like to see them act as if they have never seen the world.

A sense of pride arises in my heart.

(End of this chapter)