After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 783 Still not working?
At 6:30 p.m., as the sun set, Lu Liang arrived at a private club in Setagaya Ward.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, he could see Ota Reiji and a young man standing at the door waiting from a distance.

The young man was probably around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, but judging from his position, he was of equal status to Ota Rei.

Once the vehicle came to a stop, Lu Liang got out. Ota Rei stepped forward, beaming, and enthusiastically introduced the young man beside him: "Mr. Lu, this is Mitsui Takahei."

"Mr. Mitsui, hello." Lu Liang squinted, his smile unchanged. He knew who this was.

Her father is Mitsui Nagatoshi, the 12th head of the Mitsui family and the head of the Mitsui Group. Her mother is Toyota Yoshiko, the younger sister of the current head of Toyota, Toyota's eldest son.

As the heir to a business empire, Mitsui Takahei, the eldest son who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, has always been shrouded in mystery. His name is only listed on encyclopedias, with no photos of him.

"Mr. Lu, hello, it's a pleasure to meet you." Mitsui Takahei's Chinese was very standard, as if he had grown up in the Central Plains region, and there was no accent at all.

“Me too.” Lu Liang smiled and shook hands with the other person, not surprised that Mitsui Takahei was fluent in Chinese.

That is, starting from the century of humiliation in modern times, more than a thousand years ago, Chinese was always the aristocratic language of East Asia.

The Japanese language system has a long history of development, so it only borrows Chinese characters now and is still relatively independent.

Unlike Goryeo, where even historical records were incomprehensible without understanding Chinese, this was ultimately a good thing for them.

Because of the 1,800-year history of Goryeo, it can be summarized in one sentence: "Where is Daddy?" It's either about finding a father or on the way to find a father.

"Gentlemen, please don't stand at the door, please come in."

With a broad smile, Ota Rei gestured to Lu Liang, saying, "Mr. Lu, please!"

Although he had a good relationship with Lu Liang, he intentionally kept his distance from Mitsui Takahira.

After all, the two sides might become competitors, and she had already sent her son to Wen Chao's side.

If he continues to act too intimately with Lu Liang, the board of directors might suspect that he has ulterior motives.

"Please." Lu Liang bowed slightly, without feigning refusal, and strode forward to the two of them.

The three people, along with their assistants, walked through the garden courtyard in the style of the early Tang Dynasty and arrived at the main building in the courtyard.

On either side of the inner door stood a dozen or so young girls dressed in kimonos. Upon seeing Lu Liang, they invited him to sit in the entrance hall.

One person stood beside me and offered me warm water to wash my hands and a hot towel to wipe my face, while another person knelt down in front of me, took off their shoes and socks, and washed their feet.

The room is covered with tatami mats, and walking barefoot on them feels just the right amount of softness and firmness, making one feel comfortable and relaxed.

Seeing the two of them sit down at the table in an orderly fashion, they both adopted the traditional Japanese kneeling posture.

Lu Liang frowned, put his hands together, and said apologetically, "Gentlemen, I'm really sorry, but I injured my Achilles tendon before. How about we change the environment?"

“Mr. Lu, you are a guest, please relax and do whatever you like,” Mitsui Takahei said with a smile.

Seeing this, Ota Rei changed his sitting posture and sat cross-legged, saying with a smile, "We are all friends, there's no need for such formalities."

"I'm sorry to have made you two laugh." Lu Liang did not refuse again and followed Ota Rei's example by sitting cross-legged.

Two people kneel, one person sits.

The awkward one is the person sitting down.

But now two people are sitting and one person is kneeling.

The person kneeling is the one who feels awkward.

Mitsui Takahei's eyes twitched slightly, and he didn't dare to change his posture. However, his gaze toward Ota Rei was filled with resentment.

He took a deep breath, composed himself, called over a maid at the door, filled a wine glass, raised it, and said, "Mr. Lu, I'd like to toast you. I've always heard about your deeds and have long hoped to meet you. Today, my wish has finally come true."

"Aren't you disappointed when you saw them today? They all have the same eyes, nose, and mouth?" Lu Liang joked with a smile.

A person's character can be judged from the details. Mitsui Takahei and the second and third generation he knew in the past all had the same common problem.

Perhaps because they received a good education from a young age and took some etiquette classes, these kinds of people tend to be aloof.

Take, for example, something as small as changing one's posture. If kneeling is a traditional etiquette at the University of Tokyo, he would never argue if everyone else was sitting.

Lu Liang likes people who are aloof the most.

Because they are easy to bully.

It's like a scholar encountering a soldier; there's no way to reason with him. Actually, it's not that the scholar can't reason with him, but that the soldier is too shameless.

Mitsui Takahei was stunned, his CPU almost overheating, and he suddenly didn't know how to answer, remaining silent for a long time.

Ota Rei sighed inwardly and could only try to smooth things over by laughing and saying, "Mr. Lu, the way you're saying that makes it sound like someone has an extra eye."

Lu Liang laughed and said, "If such a person really exists, I'd like to meet him. If his eyes are on his forehead, then he's not Erlang Shen, is he?"

Ota Rei suddenly said mysteriously, "Mr. Lu, you should believe it, there really are such people in the world, but those extra parts cannot be used normally."

"There really is."

Lu Liang's face showed exaggerated surprise, and he cupped his hands and teased, "Brother Tai Tian is indeed more knowledgeable."

"I dare not accept such praise. I have simply lived a few more years and have witnessed some extraordinary people and events."

The two men chatted and laughed, but Mitsui Takahei frowned, feeling ignored, and suddenly cut to the chase: "Mr. Lu, I heard that Ant Group intends to hand over the East Asian payment business market to Tianxing Financial?" As soon as he finished speaking, the two men stopped talking.

Seeing that attention had returned to him, Mitsui Takahei smiled with satisfaction, completely unaware that Ota Rei's brows were furrowed and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

Lu Liang suppressed his smile, picked up a piece of pufferfish sashimi, put it in his mouth and chewed, savoring its crispness and sweetness.

He said calmly, "Mr. Mitsui's information network is really good; it's true."

Mitsui Takahei asked, "I have a question that I don't understand. Could you please enlighten me, Mr. Lu?"

“Mr. Mitsui, please speak freely.”

"Ant Group has worked hard in the East Asian market for so many years to achieve its current success. How can Mr. Ma be willing to hand over all these core businesses to Tianxing Financial?" Mitsui Takahei asked with a hint of accusation.

Ant Group has a branch office in Tokyo and is a technology company with a registered capital of US$100 million.

The company's major shareholders include Ant Group, Sumitomo Mitsui Group, and PayPal.

The company responsible for daily operations is PayPal Group, which is jointly owned by Ant Group and Sumitomo Mitsui.

Sumitomo Mitsui not only holds a larger stake in PayPal than Ant Financial, but also controls over 51% of the voting rights.

Ant Group can transfer its shares in PayPal Group, but if Sumitomo Mitsui disagrees, Tianxing Financial can only be an ordinary shareholder.

This is also the source of Mitsui Takahei's confidence in questioning Lu Liang.

Lu Liang enjoyed the pufferfish sashimi and found it to be a very novel experience, with a very good taste.

He picked up another piece, put it in his mouth and chewed, then suddenly looked at Ota Rei: "Mr. Ota, I don't seem to know what position Mr. Mitsui holds in the Sumitomo Mitsui Group."

You can confront him and demand an explanation, but the key question is whether Mitsui Takahei has the right to do so.

His father is Mitsui Nagatoshi, the head of the Mitsui Group, a major shareholder of the Sumitomo Mitsui Group, but so what?
Ota Rei sensed Lu Liang's unfriendly tone, a bitter look flashed in his eyes, and he forced himself to say, "Takahira is my assistant."

"So you're the one who wants to know?" Lu Liang asked.

"Tonight is just for catching up and having dinner; we won't discuss business."

Ota Rei laughed awkwardly, abruptly skipping over the topic.

He picked up the wine bottle, walked over to Lu Liang, and held the bottle with both hands: "Mr. Lu, if Gao Ping has offended you in any way, I apologize on his behalf and hope you will forgive him."

Ota Rei downed the bottle of wine in one gulp, while Lu Liang gave a nonchalant "hmm," picked up his wine glass, and took a small sip.

He put down his glass, didn't look at Mitsui Takahei again, stood up and said, "Mr. Ota, that's enough for tonight. I have something to do later, so I'll be leaving now."

Ota Rei was taken aback. Seeing Lu Liang's stern face, he didn't dare to ask him to stay. He smiled wryly and said, "Let me see you off."

Lu Liang hummed in agreement and left the dining table.

Ota Reiya didn't even have time to greet Mitsui Takahei before he hurriedly caught up with Lu Liang.

As the two walked through the courtyard toward the main gate, Lu Liang suddenly asked, "Are you going to be sidelined?"

"It's still early, it's just that the chairman wants to groom his son." Ota Rei's lips curled up into a smile.

The reason Lu Liang suddenly left the table was actually because he still cared about him. If Lu Liang and Mitsui Takahei had a pleasant conversation, then his presence would have become dispensable.

"Young people are still a bit impatient and too eager to show off," Lu Liang said with a light laugh.

“Takahira actually admires you a lot. The more he cares, the more likely he is to make mistakes,” Ota Rei said.

"Is that so?" Lu Liang chuckled.

Everyone who idolizes him is essentially trying to step on him and create their own legend.

He asked, "What is Sumitomo Mitsui's internal view on Ant Group's transfer of its PayPal Group shares?"

Ota Rei looked helpless: "I really want to help you, but Takahira's attitude is their attitude."

"Still not working?"

A fierce glint flashed in Lu Liang's eyes as he glanced at Mitsui Takahei, who was rushing over behind Ota Rei.

He chuckled lightly, turned around, got into the car, and waved to Ota Rei: "I'm leaving."

"Mr. Lu, please take care on your journey."

Watching Lu Liang drive away, Ota Rei turned around and scolded, "You shouldn't have spoken to Lu Liang like that. Do you know who he is, and who you are?"

Mitsui Takahei looked ashamed, but still wanted to defend himself: "I just wanted to test Lu Liang's attitude, I didn't expect him to be so tough."

"You're going to try Lu Liang?"

Ota Rei scoffed, not knowing whether to say that the young man was ignorant of the world or that he was just a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.

He sighed, "Don't do this again. I won't tell Chairman Mitsui what happened tonight."

"Thank you." Mitsui Takahei was taken aback, his face showing gratitude.

(End of this chapter)