After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 630 A Smokescreen for the Outside World

"You're lying to me, you're not Meng Changkun."

As Lu Liang walked out of the airport, he received a WeChat message. He smiled and read it but did not reply.

Girl, I only go for a walk when I have free time. Now that my plane has landed in Tokyo, it's time to get down to business.

The three met at the agreed location, where Hitoshi Ota came to pick them up from the airport. He had already gained Wen Chao's trust.

With a smile, Ota Hitoshi respectfully invited Lu Liang to get into the car: "Good evening, Mr. Lu."

"How is Mr. Ota doing lately?" Lu Liang took a seat in the back row, and the vehicle quickly drove away from the airport.

“My father is in good health, but he talked to me about you a few days ago, saying that you haven’t come for a long time.”

"This visit was rather rushed, so I won't bother him further. I'll pay him a visit next time."

On the way to the company, Lu Liang and Ota Hitoshi chatted casually about everyday matters.

Wen Chao must have given him prior instructions before sending him to pick him up at the airport, and Lu Liang didn't mention anything about hiding his whereabouts.

Forty minutes later, we arrived at the Tokyo Stock Exchange. Xingheng Investment Company was located upstairs from the exchange.

Wen Chao stood at the door, dressed in a suit and tie, his hair neatly combed, looking more like a businessman than Lu Liang.

Seeing the car come to a stop, he quickly stepped forward, opened the door, and greeted the driver with a bright smile: "Good evening, Mr. Lu."

Lu Liang bowed slightly and followed Wen Chao upstairs. The office area was brightly lit, but the seats were empty.

As Wen Chao walked, he said, "There's nothing much going on today, so let them get some rest."

A hint of appreciation flashed in Lu Liang's eyes as he asked, "What's the situation here now?"

From the end of last year to the beginning of this year, the price of Bitcoin surged and then fell back, returning to $5,000.

With the release of the Tian Shu report just a few months prior, he had been too preoccupied to pay attention to anything else and hadn't checked the report in a long time.

"We hold more than 150 million coins, accounting for 7.5% of the total mined and unmined coins in the market."

Wen Chao invited Lu Liang into the general manager's office, poured him a cup of tea, and introduced the company's current situation.

StarHoldings only has two projects: one is an investment in Detroit, and the other is Bitcoin.

The former only provides funding, while Wang Xiaofeng of Tianxing Auto manages the day-to-day operations; the latter is the company's main business.

Currently, the company has total assets of $115 billion, holds approximately $63 billion worth of Bitcoin, and has approximately $52 billion in available funds.

Over the past six months, they have made virtually no profit because Bitcoin has been steadily declining, and they have been constantly buying more.

It was only recently, when Bitcoin climbed back above $4000, that their total assets were reduced to less than $10 billion.

As Wen Chao spoke, he observed Lu Liang's expression.

After all, managing assets worth tens of billions of dollars and not making a profit for six months is equivalent to losing money for six months.

But there was nothing he could do, since Lu Liang had said that Xingheng only focused on the Bitcoin market.

The market environment is not good right now; it's been steadily declining, so no matter how much they buy more shares, it's useless.

For example, if you hold a portfolio worth one billion US dollars and it drops by 5% today, that's a loss of fifty million.

If we add one billion US dollars to the investment, then a 2.6% increase would be enough to make up for the previous loss of fifty million.

However, if the price drops another 5% after we buy more shares, the loss will be 9750 million plus 5000 million, totaling 1.475 million.

Although buying low and selling high every day can recover some losses, it cannot withstand the long-term, continuous decline of Bitcoin.

"Pretty good, the cost is even negative." Lu Liang smiled, showing no intention of blaming Wen Chao.

Bitcoin's price is a bit like an antique; it may not make any money for three years, but when it does, it can sustain you for three years.

Last year's market boom caused a principal of one billion US dollars to increase tenfold.

Even if we lose billions of dollars, it doesn't matter if we haven't made a profit for six months.

Because Lu Liang knew that those people on Wall Street wouldn't easily give up on this new type of cryptocurrency.

On December 31, 2020, Bitcoin hit a new all-time high, breaking through $12.

The current prolonged and continuous decline is a shakeout, washing away the profits from the previous breakout above $20,000.

As long as we firmly maintain our holding limit of 125 million Bitcoins, we can still reap huge profits in the next market rally.

After all, two and a half years later, the price of Bitcoin rose to $3, and 125 million coins would be worth $375 billion.

Lu Liang once said that since he had boarded this train, he had welded the doors shut and would never get off, no matter what.

Unless those on Wall Street are willing to give up Bitcoin, they are destined to carry him for life.

Because once these cryptocurrencies develop, they will inevitably have some kind of political significance.

Lu Liang wasn't sure what the political significance was, but he dared to overturn the table and tell everyone to shut up, while they might not dare to.

"After I leave tomorrow, you take out $45 billion and find Sumitomo Mitsui and Hyundai Capital next door. It would be best to get around $100 billion in funding. Then wait for my instructions."

Although State Street only provided them with $45 billion in funding, Lu Liang was unsure whether State Street was the only one planning to betray them, or whether other investment banks shared the same idea.

Since Xingheng's funds are not needed now, it's better to take them all out and allocate 10 billion yuan to ensure everything goes smoothly.

"Mr. Lu, how many days does Xingheng have to prepare?" Wen Chao's eyes suddenly lit up. The dull and boring life in Tokyo made him miss the days when he and Lu Liang were the big shots in the financial market.

He had long been fed up with the days of racking his brains to buy low and sell high without ever making a profit.

"On the surface it's seven days, but in reality it's only two days. We'll raise as much as we can in those two days, and even if we can't raise 10 billion, we'll keep raising."

Upon hearing Lu Liang's words, Wen Chao pondered for a moment and then understood the intention: the seven-day period was merely a smokescreen for the outside world. Their precise timing for the operation should be two or three days from now.

"Foreign exchange? Gold?"

As soon as it was past midnight, it was July 3rd, and Wen Chao thought about the tariff increase bill that would be implemented three days later.

"Smart!" Lu Liang snapped his fingers, a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

His favorite person is Wen Chao. If he ever wants to retire behind the scenes, Wen Chao will be the first in line to succeed him.

Even Lu Liang's children couldn't compete with him.

Those whose talents are not commensurate with their positions will surely suffer calamity.

If you don't have the ability to inherit everything from him, you might as well be a happy rich kid and pursue the life you want.

In any case, he will prepare a sum of money so that his descendants can enjoy a lifetime of wealth and luxury even if they don't work.

As night fell, Lu Liang did not go to the Roppongi apartment, but instead checked into a nearby hotel room registered under Wen Chao's name.

It's not that Sakurada Miyuki and her mother are untrustworthy.
Instead, he will return to Shanghai first thing tomorrow morning.

Furthermore, the new generation surpasses the old, and tonight he only wants to flirt.

After taking a bath to wash away his fatigue, Lu Liang wrapped himself in a bathrobe, took out a bottle of chilled beer, and lit some yakitori lanterns.

Sitting by the bay window, admiring the Tokyo cityscape at night, I picked up my phone and replied to a message: "Why am I not Meng Changkun anymore?"

Meanwhile, the Hilton Hotel is not far away.

Upon learning that Tian Xi knew a powerful figure even more influential than Meng Changkun, Sister Liu personally funded the upgrade of the hostel into a five-star hotel.

This was Tian Xi's first time staying in a suite exceeding 100 square meters. As she soaked in the bathtub, looking at everything before her, she felt a sense of unreality. She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "So this is the kind of treatment you get when you have connections?"

She submerged half her face in the water, leaving only her nose and above exposed, constantly blowing bubbles from her mouth, just like a goldfish.

The phone next to her rang, displaying a WeChat message. Tian Xi suddenly stood up and wiped the foam off her chest.

If a girl of average build takes a bubble bath, when she stands up, the bubbles on the surface will only cling to her waist or below her thighs.

But she was different. Because of her larger size, the bubbles floating on the water surface hung directly on her chest, like she was wearing a cotton candy swimsuit.

Tian Xi quickly opened her phone, and sure enough, it was a message from L. She typed a lot of words, then deleted them, leaving only one sentence: "My agent knows President Meng and has confirmed with him."

"Then who do you think I am?" Lu Liang smiled, his eyes narrowed, as he ate a lantern with an egg tube attached, feeling the egg yolk burst in his mouth, accompanied by the crispness of the egg tube. He then took a sip of ice-cold beer, and suddenly felt a sense of contentment, as if life were enough.

"I just finished analyzing things with my agent, and we're pretty sure we know who you are," Tian Xi sent a voice message, her voice full of certainty.

"Tell me, I'll hear it." Lu Liang continued typing.

"L is your last name, right?"

"Ah."

"You work in a finance-related field."

"Ah."

Tian Xi paused for a moment, then said slowly and deliberately, "You have a very good relationship with Principal Wang."

"Correct."

Lu Liang was surprised. He thought he had concealed it well and had intentionally lowered his voice while chatting.

Moreover, they added each other using a secondary account, which, apart from a few close friends, was mostly filled with girls.

Could it be that bastard Lao Meng exposed him?

"One last question, is Principal Wang a relative of yours?"

A hint of fear flashed in Tian Xi's eyes, clearly indicating that she had heard some bad rumors.

L is Lin, who is not young, so he pretends to be young. He has done some shady things, so he refuses to show his true colors.

Why would a tycoon like Meng Changkun, with a net worth of billions, be afraid of him? Everything makes sense now.

If it weren't for her agent's strong insistence, she wouldn't want to have anything to do with the other party at all.

Lu Liang chuckled: "Do I look like a murderer? Besides, am I that old?"

"Doesn't seem like it, and doesn't look that old?!"

Tian Xi was stunned, her CPU suddenly overloaded, and she quickly asked, "Your surname isn't Lin?"

"Not surnamed."

"Then I asked you why you answered 'hmm' when I said you have a good relationship with Principal Wang?"

"Even if he doesn't have the surname Lin, and they're on good terms, it doesn't cause any conflict, right?"

“It seems so.”

Tian Xi pouted, her brows furrowed into a V-shape. Her analysis, along with Liu Hui's, was based on the fact that the other party's surname was Lin.

Now that he says his surname isn't Lin, all the analyses are overturned and no longer have any reference value.

"Who exactly are you?" Tian Xi racked her brains but couldn't figure it out. It wasn't that she hadn't thought of Lu Liang, but that she didn't dare to think of him.

After all, how could a billionaire dressed like a trendy guy? He clearly has a private jet, so why would he take a passenger plane, and even fly economy class?

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