After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 683 The Human Form of the God of Wealth

Around 10 o'clock, Schwarzman and the others came out of the room one after another.

It was a bit strange, though, that his female companion didn't show up. Xiao Wang discreetly informed Lu Liang of this.

He hadn't slept all night and noticed that even in the middle of the night, the shouting from Su Shimin's room continued unabated.

At the time, he thought the old man was still vigorous despite his age, but now it seems he was probably up to no good and ended up making a mess of things.

After all, they're over seventy years old. Even if the contents of the tube are useful, it doesn't mean the tube itself is still useful.

They can see it and touch it, but if they have the will but not the ability, they are bound to become perverted, just like the eunuchs of ancient times.

The owner of this villa is Lu Liang, so if anything happens to someone, he will also be held responsible.

Noticing Lu Liang's gaze, Su Shimin said calmly, "She left a long time ago."

Lu Liang smiled and didn't ask for his thoughts.

Five men and four women were dining in a restaurant, with a huge television set in front of them.

With the sound of the whistle, the final match of the World Cup began.

Lu Liang yawned and scrolled through his phone listlessly; he had absolutely no interest in football.

He first encountered football in high school. He remembers it clearly. The school's football field was beautiful, like a vase. There were even caretakers who watered and mowed the grass. But it was not open to the public and was only used to appease the higher-ups.

At the time, he was naive and thought that keeping the stadium unused was a despicable waste. Looking back now, he realizes that it was indeed a waste, since without projects, where would the funding come from?

"Holy crap, a misunderstanding?"

Xiao Wang's eyes widened suddenly. Although he didn't like football either, he couldn't resist Lao Wang's passion for it.

When I was a child, I couldn't resist, but I learned some things from what I saw and heard, and I could understand football matches.

He couldn't help but look at Lu Liang, his face full of disbelief: "Croatia own goal, France is in the lead."

He felt he needed to apologize to Lu Liang, even though the World Cup trophy was within reach and at least 20 billion people worldwide were watching.

But capital can really do whatever it wants; otherwise, the first own goal would be hard to explain.

Even though it looked like an accident, his teammates patted him on the head and comforted him.

But Xiao Wang, having formed a preconceived notion, is now convinced that the match was rigged.

"It's only been 18 minutes, don't be too happy yet."

Lu Liang glanced at it casually, then continued scrolling through his phone.

The Simplified Chinese internet, as well as his social circle, were abuzz with discussion.

"Holy crap, is Ryoko that amazing? She can even manipulate the World Cup?"

"I've already gone all in. If France wins, I'll place my bet on the top-of-the-line Tian Shu tomorrow."

"An own goal in the 18th minute of the final, what value does it have? Who dares to say that there are no shady dealings in the World Cup? Football is just as corrupt all over the world."

At 10 PM Beijing time, it is the most active time for netizens. Although the Chinese national football team is not good, the number of fake fans in China is far ahead of the rest of the world.

France's temporary one-goal lead sent deafening cheers erupting from barbecue stalls and pubs across the country.

The prestige of lighting lanterns in Luliang is still rising.

Their joy did not last long.

Ten minutes later, the Checkered Army finally seized the opportunity and successfully equalized the score.

Xiao Wang, who was engrossed in watching the game, couldn't help but grab Lu Liang's hand. Lu Liang slapped his hand away, his eyes filled with hostility: "What do you want?"

"I..." Xiao Wang gave an awkward smile, his eyes fixed on the screen, his nervousness visibly evident.

"Lu, you're not interested in football?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Schwarzman's eyes.

Although he doesn't care about winning or losing, football is the world's number one sport, and it always makes people unconsciously addicted to it.

In contrast, Lu Liang seemed to be simply watching along with them, showing no interest in the football or the outcome.

Lu Liang said with a smile, "If it weren't for the fact that the Blue Team had more Black players, I wouldn't have known that one side was France and the other was Croatia."

"..."

The people present suddenly felt a lump in their throats, and even Su Shimin could only smile wryly, realizing he shouldn't have asked such a question.

Six minutes later, the Checkered Army accidentally handled the ball, and the referee awarded a penalty, putting France ahead by one goal again.

Lu Liang couldn't understand it, but as he listened to the explanation, a strange expression, exactly like Xiao Wang's, gradually appeared on his face.

The first goal was an own goal, the second was a handball and a penalty was awarded.

Now, it seems there's really no way to explain it.

"A complete cover-up, a blatant cover-up."

"Ryoko is awesome, Plus."

"Brothers, I'm going to make a fortune!"

“I can already see 20 beckoning to me.”

Online controversies and doubts abound, but they haven't affected the competition, which continues.

Just then, Lu Liang received a call from Harris.

He said, "Sir, the loan has been recovered, along with the late fees."

Lu Liang was taken aback, then suddenly laughed: "I'm at 112 East Hampton Coast Manor. Come over here and tell me all about this."

He glanced at the time; only 18 hours had passed since the task was assigned, and of the three companies, one wasn't even in New York.

In such a short time, both principal and interest were earned.

Could he really be an enlightened being from Longchang?
After ending the call, Lu Liang was about to return to the living room when he bumped into Camilla, who was coming out. Although they had only known each other for less than ten hours, their relationship was like that of lovers in the throes of new romance.

Kami stretched out her long arms and naturally put them on Lu Liang's shoulders, her cheek pressed against his neck.

Looking at the golden sand and the vast ocean where the sky meets the sea: "Darling, the sea breeze here feels so good."

"Do you like it?" With a beautiful woman by his side, Lu Liang didn't want to go back inside. He held her as they lay in the rocking chair, enjoying the sea breeze.

"Of course I love it, this is my dreamland." Camilla has long legs, and she is also good at highlighting her strengths.

Lying in Lu Liang's arms, her legs crossed, displaying beautiful and smooth lines, comparable to the world's top supercars.

“From now on, you will be the mistress of this place.” Lu Liang smiled and led Camilla to the villa’s control room.

With the primary authority of the homeowner, Camilla is granted secondary authority, which originally belonged to Emma but now belongs to her.

In addition to the right to use the house, Camilla can also use the two sports cars and one sedan in the garage whenever she wants.

Camilla covered her mouth, her face full of disbelief, and hugged Lu Liang: "Darling, you're so good to me."

"As long as you behave, you can get everything you want," Lu Liang said softly, lifting her chin.

He doesn't come to New York often, and even when he does, he doesn't stay for more than a few days. Now that Emma is gone, we need to find a new nanny for the house.

They'd only known each other for less than ten hours, but what did it matter? If Lu Liang didn't give it to her, even if it was hers, she couldn't take it away.

Camilla nodded, then suddenly leaned close to Lu Liang's ear and nibbled on his earlobe: "I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

Lu Liang smiled, stroked the soft hair, and patted the back of the head: "Good boy."

"Wuhu~"

Nothing happened. The two left the control room and had just returned to the living room when they heard Xiao Wang wailing and howling.

At the start of the second half, France scored another goal, putting them two goals ahead and effectively ending any suspense in the match.

The final score was 4-2.

"When everyone thought that after the Messi-Ronaldo duo, it would be Neymar's era, 19-year-old Mbappe burst onto the scene, proving himself in one of the most prestigious matches in football history and crowning himself..."

The commentator is offering congratulatory remarks for the new king's ascension to the throne.

Lu Liang smiled and asked, "The French team won?"

Xiao Wang nodded frantically, his face filled with barely concealed excitement.

$3.65 million, odds of 1.37, that's $5.0005 million.

Old Wang wasn't exaggerating; 100 million is just a small goal, 100 million is the big goal.

"Congratulations, Mr. Wang. We will calculate your bonus in Nevada. The tax rate in Las Vegas is only 10%. The total amount, including the principal, is estimated at $13.33 billion and will be transferred to your original account within three business days."

Stephen Schwarzman smiled calmly, completely disregarding the loss of several hundred million dollars, and even took the initiative to help reduce the tax on the unexpected income.

In normal states, any windfall gains exceeding $500 are subject to a tax deduction of approximately 25%.

But Las Vegas is different. Like Macau, it is a gambling city, where the tax rate can be as low as 10%.

"Thank you, Mr. Schwarzman." Xiao Wang squinted, hugged the black girl, and kissed her several times.

Lu Liang smiled, and then Su Shimin walked over and said, "Lu, we should also leave."

He paused for a few seconds, then said, "Just let me know when you're ready."

Su Shimin looked at Lu Liang, his eyes filled with apprehension.

He never believed in ghosts or gods.

If ghosts and gods truly exist, then the sins he committed would not be enough to be atoned for even if he were cast into the eighteenth level of hell.

But at this moment, he had doubts and wavered.

Does a god of wealth really exist?

If so, then Lu Liang is his human form.

Stephen Schwarzman still doesn't believe that Xiao Wang has the guts to do this; Lu Liang is definitely behind this.

But he knew absolutely nothing about football.

Su Shimin was terrified, recalling the events of the past few years, it seemed that no one who opposed Lu Liang had a good ending.

Lu Liang nodded slightly: "Please take care, everyone."

After the strangers left, Xiao Wang suddenly turned into a silly husky, asking with a fawning expression, "Do you still stand by what you said?"

"What did you say?" Lu Liang asked, puzzled.

"Such a great opportunity to show off, if you don't take it, I will," Xiao Wang said, dissatisfied.

He doesn't have many hobbies, but showing off is one of them, and now he can't wait to reveal his identity.

"Go ahead and go, but you need someone to believe you first."

Lu Liang already has enough honors; he genuinely wants to give Xiao Wang the chance to shine.

But the market didn't buy it at all. Just when the French team was leading by two goals, his name was already at the top of the domestic hot search list.

Even if the French team wins the World Cup and Mbappe is crowned champion, World Cup-related news will still be ranked below him.

At this point, if Xiao Wang were to step forward and reveal his identity, it would only make people think that he was trying to ride the coattails of the situation.

Xiao Wang seemed to have figured this out too, and suddenly hung his head: "I'm not playing anymore, I'm going back to China."

"Aren't you coming to Detroit with me?"

"Go to hell."

Xiao Wang was full of resentment and looked indignant: "When I'm by your side, I'm just invisible."

(End of this chapter)