After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 663 Saving a life is a great favor

"A friend from Wall Street?"

Around noon, Lu Liang received a call from Li Zhe Kai: "Have him come over, I'm at the Meigao Hotel."

After ending the call, a slight smile appeared on his lips. At this time, besides Camon, there was probably no one else who would contact him.

The mystery that has been troubling us for days is finally about to be solved.

"Are you going to be busy again?" Tian Xi asked sleepily, hugging Lu Liang's arm and embedding it in her chest, like a calligraphy brush and its holder.

Although he said he was taking her out to have fun, she felt that Lu Lianghao was busy from beginning to end, and only spent a few hours with her throughout the day.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Lu Liang chuckled. He had actually been busy the whole time, and he had only brought her out to make his work less boring.

Tian Xi looked dejected, and before she could even be sentimental, Lu Liang said, "Go downstairs to the mall after you wake up. You should spend all the money you've suddenly received."

He picked up the check lying on the bedside table; it was for 2000 million Macau dollars. Their task for the day was to spend the money so they wouldn't have to pay taxes when they brought it back to the mainland.

"Do I really have to spend it all?"

Tian Xi was taken aback. Twenty million was an eight-figure sum, while the most money she had ever seen in her life was only six figures.

Although the family's assets should amount to seven people, this includes the house, car, and my parents' life savings.

"Time is tight and the task is heavy, get up quickly."

"I'm coming."

Macau is a huge money pit.

In particular, the large shopping malls near the casinos offer a wide variety of high-end luxury brands, satisfying all the needs of every winner.

Twenty million was spent even less than expected; Lu Liang only helped Tian Xi pick out a few items and a quarter of it was gone.

A Patek Philippe women's watch, and several sets of clothing and accessories from high-end luxury brands.

Expensive things have only one drawback: they are expensive. When Tian Xi wore them, she looked like a wealthy socialite, radiant and dazzling.

Lu Liang said with a smile, "I heard that the 'rich girl' persona is all the rage in the Chinese entertainment industry lately. You could try that out sometime."

“But a lot of people know my parents.” Tian Xi’s eyes lit up, but then she suddenly lowered her head again.

She also knew that if she could give herself a distinct label, such as a rich girl, a tomboy, or someone who is wealthy and generous, so that people could remember her at a glance, it would be very beneficial to her future career.

But her parents are both middle school teachers. They're close to having students all over the world. If she pretends to be a rich girl from such a family background, she'll probably be exposed very quickly.

"Those who like you will only see and believe what they see and hear. Those who don't like you won't care even if they're exposed."

Lu Liang said with a smile, "As long as you neither admit nor deny it, this story can go on forever."

"Really?" Tian Xi asked, half believing it.

"You'll know when you're photographed by the media wearing this outfit in public one day."

Lu Liang stopped speaking abruptly, then suddenly saw a foreigner looking around in the distance, and his face showed just the right amount of surprise.

He waved and greeted her, then turned to Tian Xi and said, "Go ahead and buy whatever you like. A friend of mine is coming over."

After saying that, Lu Liang left the check, abandoned Tian Xi, and walked unhurriedly in the direction of Wilson.

"Camon, so the friend from Wall Street that Zhekai just mentioned was you?"

The two found a teahouse nearby, where Lu Liang sat in the host's seat and brewed tea with a smile.

"Lu, your acting is really bad. I think you need to take some lessons." Wilson said with a resentful look on his face.

Even an outsider could see that Lu Liang was deliberately leading him astray, so how could he not see it?

He was simply willing to be led astray and to act as the one who took the initiative to make peace.

Lu Liang smiled and skipped the topic: "So, what did you want to see me about?"

Wilson sipped his tea and sighed, "We lost $239 billion in London gold."

“Actually, I really don’t understand why you were acting like you were possessed back then. This is not like you.”

Lu Liang was puzzled. Based on his understanding of Wilson, JPMorgan should have given up during the second wave of the market rally.

If they had locked in their positions at that time and then reversed course to go long, they could have avoided more than half of the $239 billion loss.

He found this matter strange and, despite making inquiries from various sources, could not get any specific details about what happened at the time.

Lu Liang even suspected that someone had hired a South Asian sorcerer to cast a curse on Wilson.

Such a rational person, suddenly acting like he'd lost his mind—it seems there's no other reason than metaphysics. Wilson said with a wry smile, "He got carried away for some personal reasons, and just felt like he could kill you."

"That's precisely why I'm so eager to know," Lu Liang said, squinting his eyes and pressing for answers without any regard for boundaries.

"There's not much to say."

Wilson didn't want to talk about it and planned to skip the topic, but Lu Liang asked with a smile, "But I'm very curious."

Now that the roles have reversed, stripping Wilson bare and exposing all his secrets to the light of day will greatly benefit future cooperation.

Just like picking up girls, once you've seen her completely naked and lying on the bed panting, you can't pretend to be reserved anymore.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, and the atmosphere in the tea room gradually became heavy.

Wilson finally gave in, after all, he needed Lu Liang's help, and said helplessly, "Doug, you should have met him before, right? The blond young man who was always by my side."

"I've met him a few times, he's quite handsome." Lu Liang glanced at the doorway; he hadn't even noticed Camon if he hadn't said anything.

Previously, his assistant always followed him wherever he went, but now it has been replaced by a middle-aged man who looks like an Asian manager.

“I also have an assistant in my company named Lar, who is disloyal to me and deliberately tries to provoke me during transactions.”

Wilson concealed some unimportant details, such as that both of them were his beloveds, and that he had facilitated their relationship.

If we include Lu Liang, the love he could never have, he was betrayed by three people in just a few days.

Lu Liang then asked, "Was there a change of leadership when that rally ended?"

"Yes, Doug went to Jamie to complain, and Jamie came over and gave him a chance to replace me."

Wilson hesitated for a moment, then said, "Lu, you are actually my benefactor; you saved my life."

"What do you mean?" Lu Liang asked, puzzled.

"A life-saving grace is the greatest grace."

Wilson remarked, "If it weren't for your impartiality, I probably wouldn't be sitting here chatting with you."

"So how do you plan to repay your savior?"

Lu Liang smiled and naturally positioned himself as the savior.

The confusion I've been feeling these past few days has finally been resolved.

Internal strife makes everything clear.

"Haven't I already repaid you? I'll be the first to stand in for anyone who dares to harm you."

Wilson suddenly became furious and righteous: "Business is business. It's taboo to talk about personal safety. You have no idea how angry I was when I found out. I wanted to beat those guys up."

"Really?" Lu Liang raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise: "So that's how it is. I'm only finding out now."

Wilson paused, realizing that Lu Liang had brought up the subject, and quickly said, "Lu, you have too few informants on Wall Street. You can't always focus on the domestic situation; you need to pay more attention to things abroad as well."

Lu Liang sighed and said plaintively, "What can we do? I'm an outsider after all, and you all always think I'm here with ill intentions."

“Who thinks so? Who dares to think so?” Wilson said sternly, thumping his chest. “With all these years of relationship between us, as long as you’re willing to trust me, I’ll be your best eyes and ears on Wall Street.”

Lu Liang smiled, looking quite serious, and raised his glass, saying, "Camon, you truly are my good friend."

Wilson coughed a few times, feeling that he had laid enough groundwork. As a good friend, shouldn't a good friend help when a good friend is in trouble?

"Lu, actually this time I..."

But before he could finish speaking, Lu Liang suddenly interrupted, "Who started this uproar? Muddy Waters? Gugen? Zhade? Do they have the guts?"

"Camon, we're good friends. Could you help me investigate this? This matter is always bothering me."

Despite his words being filled with worry, Wilson looked at Lu Liang with a playful smile on his face, his gaze fixed on him.

Wilson stared wide-eyed, pointing to the tip of his nose, his face full of disbelief: "You don't suspect that I staged this all along, do you?"

“I didn’t say anything; you guessed it yourself.”

Lu Liang calmly sipped his tea and scrolled through his phone.

Suddenly, he saw a WeChat message from Tian Xi asking if he was done with his work. If he was still busy, she would go back to the hotel first.

"That's about it. We're at Baoji Tea House nearby. Come over, we'll have a meal together later."

Lu Liang replied to the message in front of Wilson, making his intention to end the conversation quite clear.

If he's not telling the truth and is trying to gloss over the issue, then there's no point in continuing the conversation.

(End of this chapter)