After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 750 When you're out in the game, the most important thing is face.
"HSBC's fate is sealed."

The neutral forces, including the Wu and Lei families, exchanged glances upon hearing Lu Liang's speech and ceased their silence.

Wu Guanzhong, son-in-law of shipping magnate Y.K. Pao, immediately stepped forward to express his stance: "Mr. Lu is a man of great integrity. Mr. Xu has devoted himself to the real estate industry, and we should support him. Wheelock Group is willing to lend a helping hand to New World's share issuance tomorrow."

Not to be outdone, Lei Zhengyang quickly added, "Mr. Lu, please feel free to speak up if you have any questions. Kowloon Construction will do anything to help."

With a new emperor comes a new court. HSBC's fortunes have turned, and a new king is about to ascend the throne. It's time for them to take some action.

Assisting Hengtai Group in acquiring New World Development was a grand gift they jointly presented to Lu Liang upon their first meeting.

Meanwhile, at Yiyun Mountain Villa.

"Outrageous! This is utterly outrageous! What do they take the Zheng family for?"

Although Zheng Jiachun declined the invitation, he had informants who accepted and went there to report on what was happening there in real time.

Every word spoken at the party reached his ears.

Now they no longer hide it from people and openly declare their intention to give the New World to Lu Liang as a gift.

My uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can't.

"Mr. Qi, if the Zheng family mortgages 62% of Chow Tai Fook's shares, how much money can they get in return?" Zheng Jiachun's face was gloomy.

In this world, face is the most important thing. If he doesn't win a fight, he will have no face to face the ancestors of the Zheng family a hundred years from now. He is willing to use Chow Tai Fook as a bargaining chip.

Qi Yaonian was overjoyed and quickly said, "Mr. Zheng, if you have already made up your mind, then I am very confident that I can persuade the board of directors."

As he said before, helping the Zheng family is also helping HSBC itself. Today they can cede five cities, tomorrow they can cede ten more, and then they can sleep soundly for a night. The board members are not unaware of this principle.

However, the risks and rewards are not proportional.

Therefore, after their risk assessment department conducts an audit, they will likely choose to abandon the project.

However, if the Cheng family increases their stake and gambles on Chow Tai Fook's shares, then it's worth the risk.

At 9 p.m., the final $50 billion subscription began at the New York station across the ocean.

"How's it going?" Lu Liang stepped down from the podium, went to a quiet corner, and called Harris.

"It's going smoothly, but the source of funding is a bit complicated," Harris said with concern.

Although they all use the name of a fund company, it is not difficult to find out with in-depth investigation.

The so-called fund company is backed by the Italian Mafia, Brazilian gangs, and Mexican drug traffickers.

After all, times have changed, and dark forces are also keeping up with the times, establishing investment funds and companies one after another.

“As long as they can pass the IRS’s surveillance, we’ll take as many as they want,” Lu Liang said with a smile.

The IRS, also known as the Internal Revenue Service, is a place where, as the saying goes, even smugglers in the United States have to pay taxes.

The fact that they were able to establish a company and successfully participate in the subscription indicates that they have passed regulatory oversight.

“That makes sense, but I still have some concerns,” Harris said, expressing his worries.

If someone deliberately lets someone slip through the net, how should they deal with it?

"Hold firm, no matter what, don't give in." Lu Liang's expression was solemn as he repeatedly instructed.

Because this possibility is extremely high, but they have no other choice but to stand their ground.

If customer information is leaked so easily, who will dare to deposit their money in their bank in the future?

"I hope I'm overthinking it," Harris sighed. He knew all too well the consequences of not being able to withstand the pressure; UBS was the best example of that.

"Keep in touch, and report any problems to me promptly."

After finishing his conversation with Harris, Lu Liang walked up to Xue Jingyang and touched his cheek: "Miss Xue, is there something on my face?"

Many people were secretly observing him, but Xue Jingyang was the only one who didn't try to hide it. His eyes were full of longing, almost like they were about to melt.

"There are no flowers, but there is light, and it's all glowing." Xue Jingyang smiled and took Lu Liang's arm.

Only when she stood beside Lu Liang did she feel like a princess, just as the moon itself does not emit light, but rather shines through the reflection of sunlight.

Lu Liang couldn't help but chuckle, and, arm in arm with Xue Jingyang, found Old Xu: "Mr. Xu, if there's nothing else, we'll leave now. See you tomorrow morning."

Xu Jiayin glanced at Xue Jingyang, revealing a knowing smile that all men understand, and feigned a desire to keep him there: "Won't you stay a little longer?"

"Once the show is over, there's no point in staying any longer."

Lu Liang chuckled, bid farewell to a few familiar friends, and left the resort.

He drove the vehicle, and Fang Shiyu was ushered into the car behind where the security personnel were.

Xue Jingyang sat in the passenger seat, her fingers fiddling with the lace on her skirt, her face full of nervousness.

"The weather is nice tonight, come out for a walk with me."

Lu Liang held the steering wheel with one hand and placed the other on the center console. Xue Jingyang took his hand and gently hummed in agreement.

Starting from Cyberport, we drove along the coast, passed through the seaside promenade, circled a small part of Xiangjiang Island, and finally returned to the Four Seasons Hotel in the city.

As soon as he got out of the car, Xue Jingyang looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, his expression tense, and he followed Lu Liang with his head down the whole time.

Even when entering the room, he sits upright, with half of his buttocks on the sofa and his hands folded on his thighs.

Lu Liang couldn't help but chuckle, running his fingertip across her smooth, delicate skin: "Didn't you have a boyfriend back in your school days?"

Xue Jingyang blushed and said softly, "I had a boyfriend in high school, but we didn't spend much time together."

Why did they break up later?

The night was long, but Lu Liang wasn't in a hurry. He took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and two stemmed glasses.

"I used to think he was very handsome and could play basketball, but I gradually realized that he was still very immature and his thinking was not mature enough." Xue Jingyang said softly. At that time, the relationship was not really a relationship. It was just that the naive young man and woman who longed for love had feelings for each other.

As for why they broke up, she still remembers it clearly. One day after school, he was driving her home when they were bumped into by a teacher and classmates.

He was so frightened that he ran away immediately.

Later, his mother even went to the school and found her, which caused a huge scene.

"Those days before graduation must have been tough, right?" Lu Liang sighed, imagining how awkward the situation must have been.

Xue Jingyang was surprised and quickly nodded: "Fortunately, it was the first semester of senior year, and we graduated after half a year."

She hadn't expected Lu Liang to be so thoughtful, knowing that she had gone through a very difficult period.

She thought she had met her soulmate, but the man was so irresponsible that his mother even went to the school.

The strange looks and gossip made her contemplate jumping off a building, but thankfully it only lasted a few months.

Because of the trauma left by her first relationship, she didn't dare to date again during college until she joined the Hengtai Dance Troupe.

Mustering her courage, Xue Jingyang asked curiously, "Mr. Lu, what was your first love like?"

"Many years have passed, and I can't really remember it now," Lu Liang sighed.

Xue Jingyang pouted: "You don't want to say, do you?"

"It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's that there's nothing to say."

Lu Liang sank halfway into the sofa, crossed his legs, took a sip of wine, and said, "I didn't date on campus. I met my first love after I started working, so it was destined not to be as unforgettable and pure as it was on campus."

At that time, he was a real estate agent, and she was looking for a house. He was attracted to her and kept trying to win her over. In the end, he got his wish and hooked up with her.

Their relationship ended without any apparent conflict; she simply needed to work in another city, and Lu Liang was very busy with work, so they gradually lost contact.

"Aren't you sad?" Xue Jingyang was puzzled. She felt that Lu Liang seemed to feel nothing at all.

"Back then, we were only twenty-four or twenty-five years old. We had been beaten down by society to the point of being unrecognizable. We didn't have time to be sad."

Lu Liang chuckled. What right do adults have to be sad?

Have a late-night snack, drink some wine, and get a foot massage. Tomorrow the sun will shine again, and I'll go to work as usual.

"And then what?" Xue Jingyang asked curiously.

"I dated two more people after that, but each relationship ended without a clear reason. It felt like we were just trying to satisfy each other's physical needs."

Xue Jingyang's mouth gaped open in surprise, her astonishment undisguised. She murmured to herself, "Is that even possible?"

"why not?"

At that moment, Lu Liang's phone, which was on the table, vibrated slightly.

He picked it up, glanced at it, and said, "Go take a shower first, I'm going to make a phone call."

Xue Jing nodded with a blush, took off her necklace and other jewelry, and dawdled as she went to the bathroom.

Lu Liang went to the balcony, opened the window a crack, and let the evening breeze rush into the room to avoid being eavesdropped on.

He called Wen Chao back: "What is it? Tell me."

"Mr. Lu, the subscription funds for Ant Group have been transferred to the company account, but the funds for Tencent and PIF may have to wait until next Monday or Tuesday."

Wen Chao mentioned that they currently have about $621 billion in available funds, and if HSBC holds back, the outcome could be decided tomorrow.

Large corporations all have risk assessment departments. Even on Macau's betting websites, the odds of Zheng Jia successfully defending his position have risen to 3.32 to 1.

Therefore, it was impossible for HSBC to knowingly walk into danger and choose to abandon its aid to the Zheng family in protecting the New World; this was their best option.

"HSBC has been quiet, so we need to keep an eye on them. Tomorrow, we'll throw out $30 billion to scare them and see how they react."

After a moment's thought, Lu Liang laid out the plan for tomorrow: New World would issue 30% of its equity through a private placement, which would be put into the secondary market in a manner similar to new share subscription, totaling 7.5 million shares.

The Zheng family holds 34.384% of the shares, while Hengtai holds 31.108%. This time, whoever reaches 50.1% first will have absolutely no hope of turning the tables.

Wen Chao paused for a few seconds, then said, "President Lu, I just spoke with Harris. Delime has already subscribed for $32 billion, and the subscription is expected to be completed before midnight."

“I understand. If you have time, you’d better keep an eye on Delimei.” Lu Liang told Harris about his concerns.

After thinking for a long time, Wen Chao gave the same answer as Lu Liang: "If this happens, then we have no choice but to tough it out."

Running a bank is like running a restaurant. Even if they know that hostile forces might poison their restaurant, they have no choice but to remain vigilant.

"There's no need to worry too much. A living person can't die from holding their pee. Every cloud has a silver lining, and it might even be a good thing."

Lu Liang squinted. If that situation really happened, it might actually be a good thing.

Just like how Huawei was targeted, it stood out from the mobile phone industry and became the top domestic brand.

There's a saying that goes, "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."

Lu Liang talked with Wen Chao for a long time until the call ended. When he came to the bathroom, the floor tiles had already cooled down.

He took a shower, changed into a bathrobe, and went to the innermost bedroom of the suite, where he saw the bedding bulging from his knees.

Xue Jingyang was absentmindedly playing with her phone, occasionally glancing at the door, when she happened to meet Lu Liang's gaze.

In an instant, her face turned bright red, like a startled fawn, her eyes darting around, unsure of where to look.

Lu Liang smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. He was a seasoned veteran, and his arm was casually draped over Xue Jingyang's shoulder: "What are you looking at?"

A girl's fragrance, mixed with a light perfume scent, wafted into my nostrils. The slightly warm and flushed skin in my arms felt like a freshly peeled egg—smooth, tender, and warm.

"Just casually scrolling through short videos..." Xue Jingyang's words came to an abrupt halt as a warm breeze entered her ears, causing her to let out a soft hum.

(End of this chapter)