After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 681 Night Encounter
East Hampton is a well-known affluent residential area in New York City.

Celebrities and businesspeople such as Gates, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Kobe Bryant all own properties here and occasionally come to vacation for a few days.

Villa No. 112 in the villa area was rumored to have been sold by the general manager of DC last spring and ended up in the hands of Lu Liang, a wealthy businessman from the East.

But rumors are just rumors. Since the seaside villa changed hands, it has been more than 400 nights without lights on.

Even if there is such a service, it's usually just the property management company that conducts daily inspections or weekly cleaning.

That evening, the city was suddenly decorated with lights and decorations, and the laser lights on the roof and the security posts on the high ground were also turned on again.

This drew the attention of the neighbors.
They drew a parallel to two news stories they had seen that day.

Lu Liang arrives in New York, planning to attend the press conference for the American version of Tian Shu. A mysterious Eastern tycoon has staked a billion dollars, betting everything on the French team to win the championship.

"Rumors, and it seems they're not just rumors, but the owner of Villa No. 112 does indeed appear to be Lu Liang!"

One by one, their minds wandered, and they all had the desire to join in the fun and make friends.

In a capitalist society, capital reigns supreme.

Lu Liang, an outsider, has repeatedly defeated renowned Wall Street institutions, demonstrating his capabilities through his numerous victories.

Moreover, there are rumors that he is the god who controls human wealth, and as long as you establish a relationship with him, wealth will flow in and you can successfully enter the circles of high society.

Meanwhile, in the villa's basement.

Lu Liang glanced at Xiao Wang, who was staggering, and teased him with a smile, "Why are you pushing yourself so hard? Dragging this crippled body, how are you going to party until dawn tonight?"

Xiao Wang was probably quite provoked by the international style. His shoulder was already sore, but he still gritted his teeth and did a few more rounds of shots, which only made the injury worse. Now he walks with uneven shoulders.

Xiao Wang said arrogantly, "It's no big deal. Let them sit on the slabs and move themselves."

Lu Liang was speechless. He had just stepped out of the basement when he bumped into Emma. He smiled and asked, "How's the preparation going?"

He tilted his head and saw that the courtyard was decorated, brightly lit, and fully stocked with fruits, snacks and drinks.

Party culture is very popular in New York, which has led to the emergence of companies that specialize in party planning and follow-up services.

With enough money, a large party venue can be set up in just one or two hours.

"almost."

Emma pouted angrily. At the entrance to the villa courtyard, there was a security gate where seven or eight beautiful women with stunning figures were queuing to enter.

Each person first receives a small box, puts their personal belongings such as mobile phones and bags inside, and then lines up in an orderly manner to pass through the security gate.

"You arranged this?" Lu Liang chuckled.

"Of course I'll ensure your safety," Emma said smugly, tilting her chin up as if seeking praise.

She was less than 1.6 meters tall. Walking the same route as Scarlett, she stood next to Lu Liang, just reaching his mouth.

"So nice."

Lu Liang lifted his chin and kissed him: "You smell like gunpowder. I'm going to take a shower first, then I'll come down later."

Emma smiled and her eyes crinkled, then she quickly called out to Lu Liang, "It seems there are quite a few people outside who want to visit you."

"Who are they?" Lu Liang asked, puzzled.

"Schwarzenegger, Smith, Statham, and a few other people I don't know very well, who say they're your friends."

Emma spoke, her face filled with barely concealed excitement. They were all top Hollywood stars, and it seemed like they were also their neighbors.

In the past, if she greeted them, they might not even respond, but now they all line up like elementary school students waiting for a notification at the door.

"Let's go check out those we don't recognize."

Lu Liang raised an eyebrow and followed Emma through the house to the entrance of the front yard.

Five or six Hollywood stars who would cause a sensation if they appeared in China were simply ignored by him.

Lu Liang smiled and walked up to the unfamiliar people Emma had mentioned: "Mr. Schwarzman, Jeffrey, what brings you here?"

Stephen Schwarzman of Blackstone Group, Jeffrey Sachs of Stanford, and Kroc, the market maker representative who was in charge of the Panda stock issuance.

Schwarzman smiled without saying a word, while Krug replied, "A few of us were having a small gathering nearby when we heard you were here, so we came to check on you."

Jeffrey was very enthusiastic, opening his arms to give Lu Liang a big hug. Suddenly, he wrinkled his nose and asked in a puzzled tone, "Lu, did you just come back from the Middle East battlefield?"

People like them are no strangers to the smell of gunpowder.

Lu Liang nodded and said with a smile, "I had nothing to do, so I went over there for a stroll and experienced the thrill of the battlefield." Upon hearing this, the others burst into laughter.

"this way please."

Lu Liang invited the group inside. Upon seeing this, the Hollywood stars exchanged glances, gave an awkward smile, and quietly left.

Emma didn't recognize these people, but they did: the head of Blackstone, the owner of Pleasure Island, and the head of the number one commercial institution on Wall Street.

Anyone who goes into their circle is a top figure among top figures; this kind of occasion is clearly not one they can join.

"Mr. Wang, please take care of the guests. I'm going upstairs to take a shower and change my clothes."

When there were outsiders present, Lu Liang still gave Xiao Wang face, calling him "President Wang" repeatedly.

After he finished explaining, he went upstairs to his bedroom.

Xiao Wang smiled and greeted the group.

During their casual conversation, they learned that the idea of ​​partying until dawn and then watching the World Cup final was not unique to them; everyone shared the same thought.

“This place is fine too. How about I call the girls over here?” Jeffrey looked at Schwarzman and asked for his opinion.

Stephen Schwarzman's gaze remained fixed on Xiao Wang: "I'm fine with anything, but should we ask Lu Liang for his opinion first?"

A year later, Panda's stock price has been halved and then halved again, and Xiao Wang's wealth is at most $20 billion.

Even with the returns from the Lu Liang Foundation, where did he get the audacity to spend a billion dollars and bet everything on France to win the championship?

If Lu Liang hadn't been involved, Schwarzman would never have believed it. But then another question arises: why did Lu Liang think France could win?

Although France has a high probability of winning the championship, and it's fair to say that the market consensus is very high, it doesn't seem to be a reason to spend a billion euros.

He didn't understand and was confused, so when he heard that Lu Liang was having a party here tonight, he brought Jeffrey and Crook over to sound him out.

"Then let's all go together. I think President Lu will be very happy." Xiao Wang smiled calmly, agreed without asking Lu Liang.

Liangzi is a real pain in the neck; she always tricks him. For example, his shoulder is still aching slightly, but this kind of trickery is just playful banter between friends.

As for why Lu Liang bet on the French team, he wasn't short of money. Xiao Wang gradually figured it out. Unsurprisingly, it was because Su Shimin displeased him, so he deliberately made things difficult for them.

After all, Ryoko's personality is sometimes like a child's. She knows that spitting has no effect other than disgusting people, but she will still do it.

As a friend, Xiao Wang had no choice but to go along with him.

With the situation clarified, the hostile target was also successfully located.

With Lu Liang absent, it's necessary for Xiao Wang to help him hold things together.

"Jeffrey, then call him over here."

Schwarzman frowned, successfully intimidated by Xiao Wang's attitude.

Rumors are harmful; everyone says that Xiao Wang follows Lu Liang's lead in everything, but now it seems that's not the case.

Could it really have been the work of the landlord's foolish son?
Schwarzman was still not entirely convinced. It was a pity Flannery wasn't there, otherwise he would have known what had happened on the plane.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Liang finished showering, changed his clothes, and came downstairs.

He looked puzzled. The number of beautiful women had doubled, their quality seemed to be higher, and they weren't very old.

Xiao Wang stepped forward and whispered, "Schwarzman and the others plan to stay with us until tomorrow morning for the World Cup final."

Lu Liang suddenly realized what had happened and roughly guessed the whole story. He smiled and teased, "Mr. Su Shimin, can your body handle this?"

Although Stephen Schwarzman looks like he's in his early fifties, he was actually born in 47 and is already 71 years old this year, making him a veritable old monster.

Su Shimin was speechless and couldn't help but roll his eyes. Lu Liang's words were always so annoying.

Jeffrey, all smiles, tried to smooth things over: "Mr. Lu, you underestimate Steve. Not long ago, he got a young girl pregnant in just a few nights."

"That's amazing! Mr. Schwarzman, you'd better not get sleepy later."

Lu Liang chuckled, intentionally changing the subject, and pointed to a stunningly beautiful woman: "What's her name?"

As time went on and he learned more about the place, he also learned what kind of shady business those people on Pleasure Island were up to.

Keeping boys and girls in captivity to satisfy lust and various perverted fetishes is only one aspect; the main purpose is to pursue immortality.

Journey to the West is very much like a realistic tale of the strange and supernatural. Perhaps people were conducting similar experiments during that period, which is why the ginseng fruit looks like an infant.

(End of this chapter)