After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 805 Have you heard of the Spanish flu?
"This bastard, he's turning his back on us?"

The phone rang for half a minute without being answered, and Lu Liang didn't bother to dial again, waiting for the other party to call back.

Seeing Lu Liang standing on the balcony in a daze, Feng Xi held a bowl of steaming noodles in her hands: "Mr. Lu, have something to warm your stomach first. I don't know if it will suit your taste."

The instant noodles were boiled, not soaked, and an egg was added. They didn't look very appealing, but they smelled delicious.

"It looks delicious." Lu Liang hadn't eaten instant noodles in a long time. The smell alone made his stomach rumble. He wouldn't trade it for a lobster.

He ate almost everything, noodles and broth included. He patted his stomach, let out a satisfied burp, and asked with a smile, "Why did you think of cooking it yourself? I could have just called and it would have been delivered soon."

“I’m worried you won’t like the food, and by the time the kitchen sends it over, it will probably be lunchtime.”

Feng Xi sat next to Lu Liang. Seeing that there was only a little bit of soup residue left at the bottom of the bowl, a smile appeared on her face. Her long, beautiful legs swayed from side to side, expressing the joy in her heart.

The food made in the kitchen is completely different from what she makes; it's not just about attitude, but also about her heartfelt intentions.

"Thank you."

Lu Liang smiled and patted her head. He suddenly noticed that she was still wearing shorts and a shirt. Although she looked sexy and well-endowed, it was already snowing in Incheon in November.

Lu Liang took off his coat and covered her with it: "It's almost snowing, and you didn't even know to wear more clothes when you came out."

"Hehe, maybe it's because I just came out of the kitchen, so I don't feel cold yet." Feng Xi buried half her face in the collar of her coat, smelling Lu Liang's lingering scent and feeling the warmth, leaning against Lu Liang with a smile on her face.

The hotel was a high-rise building in the city center. Looking at the view that Lu Liang was looking at, she murmured to herself, "It would be even better if it snowed."

As if the heavens had heard her cry, a few raindrops suddenly began to fall from the gray sky. The rain did not last long and quickly turned into tiny gray-white particles.

Lu Liang chuckled, "As you wish."

"Mmm." Feng Xi smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Suddenly, she curled up her legs, wrapped herself completely inside Lu Liang's coat, and groped for a phone with her arms, saying coquettishly, "Mr. Lu, can you take a picture of me?"

"I'm not very good at taking pictures."

"It's alright, I'll teach you."

Feng Xi excitedly shared his photography tips: "When shooting landscape portraits, as long as the person is not in the center and the angle is from above, it's hard for the photos to turn out bad."

"Then try it."

Feng Xi was completely wrapped in a coat, with her legs curled up, only half of her feet and pink manicured toes showing.

Following her instructions, Lu Liang stood behind her and took several photos from a downward angle.

"How about seeing it?"

"Wow, Mr. Lu, you're amazing! How about you switch careers and become a photographer?"

Feng Xi looked at the photo, her eyes narrowing into crescent shapes, added a slightly artsy caption, and posted it on her WeChat Moments.

Lu Liang couldn't help but chuckle: "I think it's not a matter of technique, but a matter of the person. If the person is beautiful, they will look good no matter how they are photographed."

The tender time between the two did not last long, and soon Feng Xi received a call from her department head.

Yesterday, the S8 World Championship came to a complete end, and the staff members should return to China.

"Mr. Lu, how long will you stay in Korea?"

Feng Xi suddenly asked, "With the finals over, the regular season in the division won't start anytime soon."

In the next few months, she will only participate in some entertainment competitions or officially organized events at most.

You could say there's plenty of time.

"I won't stay for long; I'll be heading to Hong Kong soon."

Lu Liang understood Feng Xi's unspoken intention to stay, but he had no intention of trying to persuade her to stay.

He's like a highly professional technician; when he's on call, he'll say all sorts of sweet nothings and make all sorts of vows, but whether or not you stay in touch after he's done depends on his mood.

"Mr. Lu, how about I go to Hong Kong with you for a few days?" Feng Xi tilted her head, her eyes full of anticipation.

“Didn’t you pick out an apartment last time? Go back to Shanghai first, and I’ll have someone handle the handover for you.”

Just then, Lu Liang's cell phone, which was on the table, rang. It started with 00 and displayed an international number.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Feng Xi's eyes, but she didn't dare to disturb Lu Liang and said softly, "Mr. Lu, I'll go back to my room to pack my clothes first."

Lu Liang hummed in agreement, and only answered the phone after Feng Xi left the balcony.

Wilson's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone: "Lu, what made you suddenly think of calling me?"

"There's something I'd like to ask you," Lu Liang said bluntly, asking Wilson where Hunshui got the audacity.

Wilson was taken aback, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly explained why he hadn't answered Lu Liang's call in time.

Lu Liang frowned, sensing something was wrong: "Camon, tell me, what are you avoiding?"

Previously, he thought that the muddy waters investigation was just a mad dog that suddenly went berserk at the entrance of the village.

The reason for asking Wilson was simply to reassure Wen Chao and let him know that Lu Liang always kept his words in mind.

But Wilson's sudden avoidance made Lu Liang realize that Wen Chao's concerns were not unfounded; this matter might not be as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Wilson remained silent for a long time before finally sighing, "Lu, as expected, nothing can be hidden from you."

"Stop talking nonsense. You're clearly trying to lead me on, deliberately trying to pique my curiosity," Lu Liang said irritably. Wilson paused, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha... Am I really that bad at acting?"

"The prostitutes in the red-light district are probably better at moaning than you."

"It seems I'll have to go find them later to learn from them and properly become their apprentice."

Wilson smiled and dodged the subject, trying to steer the conversation away from the main topic.

Lu Liang's expression grew increasingly calm: "I've hung up."

He didn't tolerate it and hung up the phone immediately.

Wilson knew this and seemed to want to tell him the news, but kept making excuses.

This only proves one thing: he wants a lot, even more than Lu Liang might not be able to satisfy, so he can only keep laying the groundwork.

The phone had just been hung up when it rang again. Lu Liang smiled, but did not answer immediately. Instead, he went inside.

He put his phone on the table, letting it ring, then walked behind Feng Xi and hugged her around the waist: "Are you going back?"

"Yes, the flight is at 12:30 noon. The team leader said we need to meet downstairs at 11:00." Feng Xi squinted slightly, nuzzled Lu Liang's chin with the back of her head, and looked curiously at the constantly ringing phone, but didn't ask any questions.

"See you in Shanghai." Lu Liang kissed her cheek.

Feng Xi hummed in response, returning a French kiss, her words muffled: "Remember to contact me when you get back to Shanghai."

"Bye-bye." After a brief moment of tenderness, Lu Liang stood at the door and watched Feng Xi leave in the elevator.

Back inside, he picked up his phone and saw two missed calls, followed by a third call.

After a few seconds of ringing, Lu Liang answered the phone: "Camon, what can I do for you?"

"Lu, you really shouldn't have done this to me."

Wilson's tone was full of resentment; he had automatically put himself in the role of the divine messenger, and Lu Liang was his chosen savior.

Logically, Lu Liang should have begged him to grant him a warning prophecy, instead of him humbly pleading with Lu Liang.

"One more word and I'm hanging up." Lu Liang said coldly, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"Don't hang it up, don't hang it up."

Wilson quickly stopped him, then said, "You should know very well what Muddy Waters does for a living: shorting Chinese concept stocks."

"The reason Kazgenman is attacking you so relentlessly is because they want to short Panda stock."

Lu Liang frowned: "Is he an idiot? I've already cashed out over a billion dollars, how much money could I possibly have left?"

Shorting stocks requires a gradual process, because during this period, market investors need to constantly feel that there is an opportunity for a bottoming out and rebound, so that they will be willing to take over and eventually be left hanging at the top.

But retail investors and speculative funds aren't fools; they know that without their support, Panda TV will soon revert to its true value.

If anyone dares to short sell at this time, they will run faster than a rabbit, leaving the institutions with no money.

"Fuck, do you know how much pressure I'm under? Can you please stop interrupting and just listen to me quietly?" Wilson said in an unfriendly tone.

Lu Liang laughed and said, "Alright, alright, go ahead and tell me."

"Shorting pandas is just a means, not an end."

Wilson continued, "Kazgneman is just letting the market know that even with your backing, Pandas will still short it."

"What is the purpose?" Lu Liang asked.

"Of course, it's to attract more retail investors and help them short more Chinese concept stocks in the future," Wilson replied.

"Short selling without any negative news is like trying to fly by stepping on your own foot with your left foot," Lu Liang scoffed disdainfully.

His expression gradually turned serious, because Muddy Waters must also know that stepping on one foot with the other will not get him to fly.

Wilson sensed the probing in Lu Liang's words, and with a smile, he willingly took the bait: "But negative news can be artificially created."

"How is it made?" Lu Liang asked humbly.

Wilson pondered for a long time, then suddenly said, "Lu, I'm not exaggerating, this matter is extremely important, it could even trigger a war. Are you sure you want to know?"

"What do I need to do for this?" Lu Liang asked.

"Nothing needs to be paid."

Wilson sighed softly: "As long as you know it was me who told you, and no matter who asks, you can't say it was me who told you."

As soon as Muddy Waters Research disclosed the news, Kazgeniman criticized Lu Liang, and he knew that Schwarzman had begun to take action as soon as the incident occurred.

Even when Lu Liang called him just now, he was holding his phone, just watching the call automatically hang up.

He thought about it for a very long time and finally realized that he could not afford the reward, or even accept it.

Wilson was unwilling to waste this intelligence, and after much deliberation, he decided to let Lu Liang make the choice.

Lu Liang should accept this kindness and keep it in his heart. If he can't, it just means he misjudged the person.

"Okay," Lu Liang nodded.

Have you heard of the Spanish flu?

(End of this chapter)