After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 640 It's Time to Launch an Attack
"Have you eaten?"

"not yet."

"Then let's go together."

"Okay, Mr. Lu."

As Lu Liang dried his hair and walked out of the gym's shower room, he ran into Sun Yutao, who was passing by. They agreed to go to the buffet restaurant next door.

At 2 p.m., the traders who had stayed up all night started to get up one after another. The restaurant was crowded, so the two of them found a relatively quiet corner.

"Hilter, has he contacted you recently?"

Lu Liang turned his head to look at the city view outside the window. The sunlight was dazzling, and he couldn't help but squint.

Sun Yutao shook his head: "We haven't been in contact since the last financing agreement was signed."

"Is he still in Shanghai?" Lu Liang asked again.

"He should be here. I saw him post on his WeChat Moments yesterday."

Lu Liang pulled up Hilt's information and suddenly said, "Help me arrange to meet him later."

He's been thinking about a problem lately.

There's no such thing as a thousand days of thievery, but a thousand days of guarding against thieves. Being constantly on the defensive doesn't seem like a good solution.

However, repeated betrayals have eroded even the little trust that was left.

Unless he is willing to immigrate to the United States with his family, it is impossible for him to be accepted by the squid tribe again.

Therefore, Lu Liang was considering whether he could support a new force, even if it meant nurturing a potential threat.

At least until this tiger grows up and has the ability to mate with its owner, it will only be a well-behaved and sensible tiger cub.

At only forty-seven years old, in his prime, and still a pure-blooded squid, Hilt is a good target.

Sun Yutao frowned: "Is Hilt suitable?"

"Why is it inappropriate?"

Lu Liang chuckled and asked, "You don't actually think that being the head of Daofu's Shanghai office is a lucrative position, do you?"

Sun Yutao quickly shook his head. The Shanghai office, while not exactly a bad job, was certainly not a lucrative one either.

State Street is very powerful; in terms of assets under management on Wall Street, it is second only to BlackRock and Vanguard.

But Tokyo University is not only a no-go zone for mercenaries, but also a graveyard for international financial institutions.

The market is rife with substandard listed companies, and the T+1 trading model means that even if BlackRock were to enter, it would likely face severe consequences before leaving.

Hilt's transfer was tantamount to being exiled to the frontier.

If it weren't for our collaboration with them over the past few years, our annual income wouldn't have exceeded one million US dollars.

“He’s a good fit, we can give him a try,” Lu Liang said.

A marginal figure in a group, far removed from the center of power, would probably dream of fighting their way back, let alone Hilt.

Because of his upbringing, which is similar to the recently popular term 'small-town test-taker'.

He was born in the southernmost part of Israel, in a poor town with a permanent population of less than 100,000.

Due to family poverty, he could only work part-time while studying, but he successfully gained admission to Hebrew University and then went to the United States to study.

However, the year he graduated, he encountered the stock market crash of 87, and with a background in finance and international economics, he was reduced to working as a car washer.

Perhaps he thought his education was insufficient, so while washing cars, he continued to pursue a PhD in finance at New York University.

Until the collapse of the Soviet Union and the end of the Cold War, the United States became the sole superpower, and its economy took off once again.

Wall Street institutions mobilized en masse, recruiting talent and expanding their reach across the world.

During that period, Hilt earned his Ph.D. in finance from New York University and joined State Street in the same year.

After years of hard work, he rose from a regular salesman to the position of department president, only to be caught up in the Lehman Brothers bankruptcy.

Although I have built up some connections over the years, anyone who has reached the management level of a large group has connections.

Clearly, Hilt's network was not as strong as others, and he was transferred from the New York headquarters the following year, ostensibly to expand into overseas markets.

She went to France and Italy to explore markets, and in her spare time, she got married and had two children.

I came to Shanghai in 13 and have been living there ever since.

But how can we allow outsiders to get involved in the domestic financial industry? Perhaps they've gotten married and had children, reached middle age, and lost their ambition.

In recent years, Hilt's performance in the domestic market has been mediocre, and he has long lost the ambition he had in France and Italy.

"Mr. Lu, is 4:30 okay?"

Sun Yutao walked to the side and called Hilt to arrange a meeting time for Lu Liang.

Lu Liang picked up a towel and wiped his mouth: "Tell him to come over as soon as possible. I'll wait for him at the COCO coffee shop downstairs."

This weather looks so hot.

I stayed up all night again last night.

He really didn't have much of an appetite and was full after a few bites.

Sun Yutao quickly responded, and Lu Liang also got up and left the restaurant, returned to the lounge to change clothes, and then went to the coffee shop downstairs.

He had just arrived and ordered a coffee, but before the waiter could bring it over, a blond, blue-eyed foreigner in a suit appeared at the door.

"Lu, I've missed you so much!" Hilt smiled broadly, her face radiant, and she opened her arms from a distance, intending to give Lu Liang a warm hug.

"Stop."

Lu Liang suddenly panicked and hurriedly waved his hand in refusal.

It was a very hot day, and Hilt was still dressed in a suit and tie; you could smell his pungent perfume from a distance.

White people have strong body odor, so they like to cover it up with perfume. If Lu Liang were to hug them, he would probably throw up immediately.

"I'm heartbroken. They say a day apart feels like three autumns, and we haven't seen each other for at least half a year."

Hilt stood in front of Lu Liang with a resentful look on her face, like a little wife who had been abandoned.

"I'm the one who's heartbroken."

Lu Liang squinted, his eyes revealing a hidden meaning.

Hiltton sensed something was wrong and beckoned to the waiter: "Hello, an iced Americano, please."

Having lived in Shanghai for over five years, especially after collaborating with Tianxing, his spoken Chinese has improved by leaps and bounds, and he can now communicate in daily life without any problems.

He then asked with a smile, "Have you ordered yet?"

"Clicked."

Lu Liang bowed slightly.

After the waiter left to prepare the food, a slightly amused smile appeared on his lips: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"say what?"

Hilt looked completely bewildered, his acting was so natural, his slightly open mouth and the blank look in his eyes were just right.

Just then, the waiter brought over Lu Liang's coffee. Hilt quickly said thank you and then placed the coffee in front of Lu Liang.

Lu Liang chuckled, scooped up a spoonful of white sugar, and gently sprinkled it on top, saying to himself, "Three years ago, the company was just starting out. At that time, Tianxing was not well-known, so we could only choose to cooperate with State Street."

"Times have changed, the company has developed rapidly, and now it is quite well-known at home and abroad. There are many partners to choose from, but I will always remember the help you provided back then."

“Even if other companies offer lower interest rates, Tianxing remains loyal and always chooses to cooperate with you first.”

Lu Liang stirred his coffee, then suddenly looked up and stared directly at Hilt again: "I've treated you pretty well, haven't I?"

Hilt's smile faded, and this time he didn't avoid Lu Liang's gaze, but simply sighed and said, "Yes."

"So you still have nothing to say to me?" Lu Liang asked again.

"say what?"

Although it was the same answer, Hilt's face no longer showed the same confusion as before; instead, his eyes were full of complex emotions, and he chose to remain silent.

Lu Liang guessed that it was his own business, but if he admitted it, then he would be betraying the company.

Lu Liang picked up his coffee and took a small sip, his brow furrowing: "Today's coffee seems unusually bitter."

"I'm leaving, I'm not drinking anymore."

After saying that, he got up and prepared to leave.

As I passed by Hilt, I heard him say softly, "I submitted my resignation to the New York headquarters last week, and I estimate that they will send someone over to take over by the end of the month."

"Shouldn't I be able to transfer back to headquarters? How do I resign?" Upon hearing this, Lu Liang stopped and returned to his seat.

"Maybe he's tired."

Hilt smiled, extended his hand, and said, "This may be our last meeting. It was a pleasure to meet you."

Lu Liang shook hands with him and couldn't help but chuckle: "You're already tired over such a small thing? How will you compete with others in the future?"

Hilt remained silent for a long time.

A struggle and resentment flickered in his eyes, but it eventually turned into a sense of relief: "I bought a farm in Texas. If there's a chance in the future, you can come over for tea and a chat."

Success is just a coincidence.

Failure is a constant throughout life.

He's not young anymore, and he's made quite a bit of money working with Tianxing these past few years. It's time for him to settle down and enjoy a peaceful life.

The guilt I feel towards Lu Liang can only be taken to my grave.

"Are you giving up now?"

Lu Liang narrowed his eyes and said, slowly and deliberately, "What if I said there's still a chance?"

Hilt was taken aback, looked up at Lu Liang, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his dim eyes.

"This coffee doesn't seem so bitter anymore." Lu Liang took another sip of the coffee he had just complained about.

He got up and left, passing by Hilt, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Think it over carefully, and contact me before the end of the month."

Hilt remained silent, watching Lu Liang's departing figure.

He didn't come to his senses until the shop door opened wide and made a "ding" sound.

Hilt twirled the coffee spoon in his hand, its smooth, mirror-like back reflecting his face.

He muttered to himself, "Actually, I'm not too old, nor am I completely unable to put it together, right?"

　Happy Lantern Festival! There will be another chapter later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)