After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 722 A desperate gamble that ends in defeat!

It was late at night, and the rain had stopped.

But this is just the calm before the storm; news reports indicate that the 16th typhoon of the year will make landfall tomorrow.

"Friends, please wait a moment."

With a broad smile, Lu Liang drove away amidst the attention. Talking with these third and fourth generation members was probably his biggest unexpected gain tonight.

"Lu Liang, be careful on the road."

"Brother Liang, we must have a few more drinks next time."

Everyone smiled broadly as they watched Lu Liang leave.

After several hours of conversation, their impression of Lu Liang changed drastically, and even Zheng Qilong was no longer hostile.

Because they are like Li Chengqian of the Tang Dynasty, receiving aristocratic elite education from childhood and enjoying the best quality resources in the world.

However, just when they thought that they could realize their ambitions after finishing their studies and entering the company, they found that whether at home or at the company, the head of the family made the decisions.

All that's left for them is to endure, to endure until the older generation passes away, and until they themselves become part of the older generation.

It takes at least twenty or thirty years to be able to sit at the table and have a certain say, but how many people can last that long and not make mistakes before then?

Just then, Lu Liang shone into their lives like a ray of light.

The older generation's ideas aren't all right, and the younger generation's ideas aren't all wrong.

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth; mere speculation is nothing but empty talk.

'Li Zhe-kai, 33, rose to fame at Cyberport, amassing a fortune of billions.'

"I'm also 33 years old this year. I started from scratch and now my business is packed with guests."

Youth is our greatest asset; we can accept failure, and we can also dream big.

'The success rate is zero if you don't try; if you try, at least you have a chance of success.'

Don't let yourself regret it years from now. Decades are too long; seize the day...

Perhaps Lu Liang had ulterior motives, but every word he said resonated with them, and they were willing to offer help.

At the earliest, it will take three months, and at the latest, six months, for Star Overseas to acquire a commercial bank in Japan to enter the Hong Kong market.

They have ample time to consider which direction to take in the future and what kind of help Lu Liang can provide.

"We plant in summer and harvest in winter, hoping for a good harvest."

Sitting in the car, Lu Liang looked at the crowd waving goodbye behind him and said with a smile, "Let's go back to the city."

The following morning, Typhoon Bebinca, the 16th typhoon of the year, made landfall on Hong Kong Island, bringing torrential rain and winds of up to level 9.

The sky over Hong Kong was shrouded in dark clouds, and a strong wind swept up the papers, sending them spiraling upwards. The papers swaying in the wind were just like the mood of investors in the Hong Kong stock market these past two days.

The statement they were expecting from the Hong Kong Monetary Authority arrived, but it greatly disappointed them, directly characterizing it as market behavior.

The announcement caused an uproar throughout Hong Kong.

"They colluded with each other, were like snakes and rats in a den, and were officials and businessmen in cahoots."

"So that's what they were planning to do when they forced Liu to leave."

"Chen Jiebin, hurry back and check if your family's ancestral graves are still there?"

The public was furious and not only cursed Lu Liang, but also denigrated Chen Jiebin to the point of being worthless.

A large number of netizens from mainland China brought the latest news back to the simplified Chinese internet and spread it widely.

"When did Ryoko's heart turn so black?"

“He personally created a shocking disaster in the Hong Kong stock market, with the Hang Seng Index’s daily fluctuations second only to the 97 financial crisis.”

"This incident teaches us that capital is ultimately just capital. We should be more careful in the future and not be taken advantage of while still helping others count their money."

"This is absolutely terrifying. Thank you to my fellow Hong Kong friends for showing us Liangzi's true colors. My fellow countrymen have suffered."

"How did Ryoko suddenly turn into a ghost after arriving in Hong Kong?"

Is it possible that he was always a ghost, but only became human because he was restricted in mainland China?

"Socialism is indeed better."

Amidst heated discussions among mainland netizens, Ma Yun quietly returned to Hangzhou to begin full-fledged preparations for Ant Group's IPO.

"President Lu is a good man," Old Ma said with deep emotion.

Lu Liang's actions these past few days, and the actions he might take next, are undoubtedly buying them time.

Upon learning this, Lu Liang, who was far away in Hong Kong, immediately called Lao Ma, looking indignant: "Mr. Ma, do you know how much I've contributed to diverting public opinion?"

Old Ma's face darkened, and he said irritably, "President Lu, there's no point in saying that, it's as if I've asked you for help."

"Mr. Ma, I'm heartbroken. It's not the act of a hero to kick someone after they've served their purpose." Lu Liang sighed, his face filled with sorrow. "Mr. Lu, if you have something to say, say it. If not, I have other things to attend to." Old Ma's face darkened. He thought he had already been shameless enough, but he hadn't expected there to be someone even more shameless.

"A typhoon is hitting Hong Kong, and it's so boring staying in the hotel."

Lu Liang said with a smile, and then he heard a busy tone on the other end of the phone.

"Heartless." He was speechless, but in a very good mood. Doing good deeds should let people know, even if it's unintentional.

Next, Lu Liang made several more phone calls, one to Sun Yutao in Shanghai and the other to Wen Chao in Japan.

Tell them to gather as much money as possible to prepare for the upcoming Monday.

The typhoon raged over the weekend.

Lu Liang stayed in the hotel the whole time, never leaving its side, refusing any visits from anyone, and focusing on arranging the battle plan.

Monday arrived in the blink of an eye. Just as dawn was breaking, the alarm clock on Lin Yan's wrist vibrated.

She glanced at Lu Liang, who was still fast asleep beside her, and quietly kissed his cheek. Then, she tiptoed to pick up her pajamas from the floor and left the bedroom.

"The typhoon seems to have passed." Lin Yan looked out the window. Although the sky above was still covered with dark clouds, the red sun on the horizon was clearly visible.

It is estimated that in a few more hours, by daybreak, the typhoon will have completely passed, and the sunny weather will return.

"Summer typhoons come and go quickly."

Lu Liang's languid voice came from behind her, followed by a pair of warm, large hands encircling her waist.

Lin Yan was startled, but quickly recovered, a smile spreading across her face. She held Lu Liang's arms with both hands, squinted her eyes, and enjoyed the moment of tenderness.

The scene should be very beautiful, especially with the morning light shining on their faces, it should be like a painting. But alas, a pair of wicked hands suddenly grabbed her little swim ring.

"My dear Chief Flight Attendant Lin, you seem to have gained weight?" Lu Liang tugged at his little belly.

Although Lin Yan doesn't have Li Manli's youthful beauty, Yang Mi's mature charm, or Dilraba Dilmurat's exquisite features that seem like a miracle from the creator.

Her looks, figure, and temperament are not particularly outstanding on their own, but when combined, they create a very pleasant first impression.

Lin Yan looks very similar to Lu Liang. She was the human form of the cat demon in a TV series that Lu Liang watched when he was in school.

She's the kind of person who grows on you, the more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes, and she gives off the feeling that this is how someone her age should look.

Lin Yan rolled her eyes, then suddenly smiled slyly: "President Lu, do you really think I've just gotten fatter?"

Lu Liang was taken aback: "Pregnant?"

Lin Yan nodded shyly.

Lu Liang quickly pressed, "When did this happen?"

"It must have been on the way to Japan last time," Lin Yan said, secretly observing Lu Liang's expression.

"Is there anyone who can take over your job?"

Why would you take over my job?

"Should pregnant women avoid long flights? The changes in cabin pressure could affect the fetus, right?"

This was a blind spot for Lu Liang, and he didn't know much about it either. Seeing that Lu Liang still had to look it up in the encyclopedia.

Lin Yan panicked and quickly said, "President Lu, no, no... don't be so nervous, I was just joking."

"???" Lu Liang's face darkened: "You'd better think carefully before you answer. Which sentence was the joke?"

"I'm not pregnant. I got checked right after I landed last time."

Lin Yan smiled apologetically and quickly hugged Lu Liang, saying coquettishly, "Oh, don't be angry. My mouth was suddenly faster than my brain, and I accidentally let it slip."

"So, you were testing me just now?" Lu Liang narrowed his eyes, his gaze unfriendly.

"I just acted impulsively by accident, I was wrong," Lin Yan pleaded, trying her best to appease him.

Although she always thought she would earn money for a few years and then retire at home, her rationality was occasionally eroded by her emotions.

Sometimes, she was curious and wondered how Lu Liang would treat her if she got pregnant.

"...So, how many points would you rate my reaction just now?" Lu Liang asked, somewhat annoyed.

"One shot and you're done!" Lin Yan smiled, her eyes crinkling, and even her hometown dialect from Fuzhou slipped out.

Lu Liang sneered: "Your test has completely ruined my good mood today."

"I was wrong."

"No forgiveness."

"Then what can I do to get you to forgive me?"

Lin Yan looked aggrieved and suddenly screamed. Lu Liang picked her up around the waist and said with a smile, "Of course, it's about making the fake real."

(End of this chapter)