After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 649 You think I'm a madam?

It's 2:30 AM Beijing time.

With the final transaction worth $2300 million completed, Tianxing Private Equity Fund's operation came to a perfect end.

"Wenhui, Magic Cube has been working in isolation for too long. Firefly's algorithm is even better than the models used by top institutions."

While market sentiment is important in enabling the closing of positions an hour and a half ahead of schedule, the superior algorithm technology of Firefly-1 is even more crucial.

"Actually, we should have realized long ago that the A-share market is the most brutal financial market in the world. It not only has the T+1 trading restriction, but also hundreds of millions of stock investors and all kinds of unreasonable positive and negative news."

"Soldiers in peacetime can never compare to warriors who have been baptized in blood and gunfire."

Lu Liang was deeply moved. Although he didn't understand the technology, he could understand the transaction rate of quantitative trading.

The Firefly One has a 92% success rate, meaning that out of 300 orders per second, only 24 transactions fail.

In contrast, the 'Halley's Comet' AI model used by large Wall Street institutions, such as Blackstone, has a transaction rate of only 88%, according to publicly available data.

The application of algorithm technology by Yinghuo-1 has not only reached the top tier internationally, but also shows signs of surpassing it.

Lu Liang suddenly had a premonition that, compared to the extra billions of dollars in the account, the performance of Firefly One might be the biggest gain from this operation.

"President Lu, you flatter me. Firefly One still has many shortcomings." Liang Wenhui smiled wryly, feeling unworthy of Lu Liang's praise.

Lu Liang doesn't understand technology, which is why he believes that Firefly-1 has surpassed all quantitative models in the world and become the world's number one.

In reality, the gap between the first and second place in the field of AI algorithms is often as large as the gap between a human and a pig.

If Firefly One is truly the world's number one, then to be precise, their transaction rate should be 99.99%, making the first one a devastating blow to the second.

92% and 88% are essentially the same product; they belong to the same product category.

"To achieve such results with just a small trial is already quite remarkable."

Lu Liang put his arm around Liang Wenhui's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's leave the finishing touches to Yu Tao and the others. Let's go downstairs to wash up and change clothes to prepare for the celebration banquet."

An hour earlier, when he learned that Firefly One had closed out billions of dollars in funds, it only took 25 minutes.

At that time, Lu Liang knew that there were no other buyers in the market, only people helping him to get ahead.

I'm definitely going to wrap up early today, so I contacted Wu Tianzheng and Meng Changkun from Haomeng Films early on.

Money is no problem. We'll get them to book a venue and bring over a few truckloads of female models and celebrities to reward our brothers who have worked hard for months.

After all, all the company's traders are men. They've been staying at the company for the past few months, strictly prohibited from gambling, drugs, and prostitution, and unable to contact the outside world. I bet they're all going stir-crazy.

The project is now complete.

They deserve to be allowed to indulge themselves.

The two went downstairs to the bathhouse to wash up and change clothes. While chatting, Lu Liang suddenly asked Liang Wenhui if he had any celebrities he admired.

Liang Wenhui hesitated, looking embarrassed, but Lu Liang kept asking, so he mumbled, "Actually, Fan Bingqing seems pretty good."

Lu Liang chuckled and sighed, "Indeed, she's still unshakeable after all these years."

He pondered for a moment, got up from the bath, and patted Liang Wenhui on the shoulder: "Get yourself together. I'll think of a way to see if I can get her to come over."

"Brother Lu, is it really possible?" Liang Wenhui's eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with surprise. He was no longer shy, but only longing for something beautiful.

Although Huanfang Quant has assets under management exceeding 3 billion yuan and is known in the industry as "Little Lu Liang," his personal assets are only just over 10 million yuan. At the beginning of the year, he was still in debt for his mortgage, which he only recently paid off.

I need money, but I don't have much.

He doesn't have much social status; at best, he's only good enough to date minor celebrities.

Even if someone like Fan Bingbing, a top star, is banned, he was still a top star in the past. For him, it's like a toad wanting to eat swan meat.

"Since you've already called me Brother Lu, there's no such thing as 'no'."

Lu Liang smiled, walked out of the bathhouse, picked up his phone from the storage room, and dialed Yang Mi's number.

"What are you doing?"

"We're filming a night scene."

"Help me get in touch with Fan Bingqing. A friend of mine admires her and wants to invite her for a few drinks."

Hearing Lu Liang's words, Yang Mi's face darkened. If the crew hadn't been watching, she would have already started cursing.

However, she lowered her voice and said indignantly, "What does it have to do with me if your friend appreciates it? Do you think I'm a pimp?"

Lu Liang smiled. Although he did think so in his heart, he wasn't so tactless as to say it out loud.

He said, "Isn't it normal for friends to help each other? I'll give you a six-month interest-free loan for that mortgage." Last year, Cui Yongyuan publicly criticized Fan Bingbing, exposing exorbitant dual contracts, which led to a tax scandal that swept through the entire entertainment industry.

Yang Mi wanted to be the first celebrity to voluntarily pay back taxes, but despite her best efforts, she still faced a funding gap of 1.8 million yuan.

Therefore, the only option was to sell Fatty Di and then mortgage four properties in Beijing and Shanghai to Tianxing for 180 million yuan.

The term is two years, with an annual interest rate of 7%.

The six-month interest-free period means a reduction of 630 million yuan in interest, which can be considered as a brokerage fee for Yang Mi, just presented in a more euphemistic way.

Upon hearing this, Yang Mi's tone softened slightly: "Bingqing is currently thinking about making a comeback, but she has been made a typical example of someone, so contacting her would be very troublesome."

"Interest-free for one year," Lu Liang continued.

"Hehe, I can't accept that. No problem, I'll take care of it."

Yang Mi's eyes crinkled with a smile, and she explained, "By the way, I'm only responsible for making the contact, but I can't guarantee it will happen. It's not that I'm being unreasonable, but I really don't have the ability to arrange for her to meet your friend."

“I didn’t expect you to have that ability. Tell her that the Dragon Seal ban is limited to the domestic market, and they can’t control Hollywood.”

The reason Lu Liang was confident in facilitating the meeting between International Fan and Liang Wenhui was that he understood the thoughts of these blacklisted artists.

Especially for someone with an international flair, money is not a problem. Otherwise, she wouldn't have spent 8 million to pay back taxes in such a short time, just for that sliver of a chance to make a comeback.

The key issue is the psychological gap. Before, she was the center of attention, receiving flowers and applause wherever she went. Now, no one dares to pay attention to her, and even her friends in the industry dare not mention her name.

People crave to be needed, especially those who are financially independent. Just like her, she does charity work every day in hopes of making a comeback.

Lu Liang would naturally not go against Long Biao for her sake, but arranging for her to make a comeback in Hollywood would not be a difficult task.

"This is such a vague promise, it's really hard for me. Can you give me something useful?" Yang Mi wondered what conditions Lu Liang would offer.

Lu Liang said, "I am a major shareholder of DC Studios. DC has many film and television projects in the second half of the year, and we can give her a leading role."

"Even DC, if they have internationally-oriented films, they probably won't be able to enter the mainland market," Yang Mi wondered.

"Let her act in an R-rated film. Anyway, R-rated films can't get into the industry, so it doesn't matter."

Marvel's Deadpool series and DC's Joker series, which is currently in development, are both classified as R-rated films featuring sexual content, drug use, nudity, eeriness, and profanity.

Although R-rated films cannot be imported to mainland China, they can be shown in Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and other overseas countries.

Moreover, this deal...

For Lu Liang, it might not be a complete loss.

She still has international influence after all these years; all she lacks is this opportunity.

Hollywood production companies aren't unaware of this; they're just too afraid to take the risk.

Lu Liang didn't care. If he won the bet, everyone would be happy, and he could make a comeback overseas. If he lost, he could consider it a way to win over Liang Wenhui, which would also be worthwhile.

Upon hearing this, Yang Mi said sourly, "Why don't Fatty Di and I get this kind of treatment?"

"Can you please stop asking such hurtful questions? I'm hanging up now. Give me an answer as soon as possible."

"Hehe, you're making it sound like we have a special bond. Wait for my message."

After ending the call, Lu Liang returned to the lounge.

After changing clothes, Liang Wenhui and I were getting ready to go out when Yang Mi called: "Give me an address, she happens to be in Shanghai."

"No. 112 Bund Road, Brilliant Star Plaza".

Lu Liang gave Liang Wenhui a look, and Liang Wenhui immediately rubbed his hands together excitedly, fiddling with his hair.

Lu Liang chuckled and said to Yang Mi, "Thanks, do you want to come and join in the fun?"

"No, I'm filming."

"Where's Dilraba? Is she in Shanghai?"

"Not here, hung up."

Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Lu Liang couldn't help but chuckle. He found Meng Changkun's number and asked how the preparations were going. If there were no problems, they would set off now.

"Old Wu has brought all the girls, and the venue is all set up. You can just come over," Meng Changkun said.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

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(End of this chapter)