After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 824 Resource Exchange Party

At 3 p.m. Tokyo time, the Nikkei 225 index broke through the 17000 and 18000 mark in succession.

The index rose 1848 points in a single day, with more than 11.2 stocks across the three main boards staging a dramatic comeback.

Lu Liang has become known as "Lord Lu Liang" among Japanese investors, and a fan club has been established accordingly.

The private messages received by the newly relaunched Twitter account were particularly offensive.

Even though Lu Liang was very knowledgeable, he still felt like gouging out his eyes when he saw certain content.

Girls with girls is one thing, and if it gets a little weird, it's not unacceptable, but what's with the boys with boys?

Ten minutes after the market closed, Lu Liang received another call from Ota Rei, who said that Anyama wanted to talk to him.

Ota Rei guessed, "Sir, Anzo probably wants to know how you will treat the Japanese market in the future, so that it will be easier for him to 'recover from a serious illness' and return to the position of prime minister."

Jian Yiwei has become a political sacrifice, and he knows it himself, so he is just giving up.

Yesterday, the Japanese stock market triggered a level-three circuit breaker, causing countless people to lose everything. He was also photographed vacationing in Hokkaido with his wife and children, which reignited public anger.

This acting prime minister is destined to serve for a short time; it's only a matter of time before Anzhan returns to power.

However, Ansan's comeback requires the cooperation of others.

This is to let the public know that there is a fundamental difference between him being in office and not being in office, and that it is not the same whether he is in office or not.

"So he found me?" Lu Liang asked with a smile.

"should be."

After a moment of contemplation, Ota Rei said tactfully, "Sir, Anyama was once a staunch supporter of China. At that time, he believed that if Japan wanted to change its fate of being periodically exploited by the United States, it could only rely on the University of Tokyo."

"It's just that the University of Tokyo was too weak in its external relations at the time, and it refused to respond to Japan's goodwill. In addition, the Americans were stirring up trouble, which eventually led to it becoming an anti-China party."

Ota Rei had a very high opinion of Anzo, who was once a rising star, but had just been unlucky.

Furthermore, if Alipay wants to be successfully promoted in Japan, it has a 70% chance of success if the government doesn't interfere. If the government is willing to lend a hand, the success rate will be close to 100%.

Lu Liang smiled calmly: "I know An San is an excellent politician. Politicians have no fixed stance; they are only driven by interests."

He knew that Ota Rei meant all this by asking them to lend a helping hand to Anzo and help him make a comeback.

Lu Liang pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "How about this, you can talk to him."

For example, Tianxing Financial has invested $650 billion in the Japanese stock market, and barring unforeseen circumstances, it will not reduce its holdings for the next three years. Furthermore, it will continue to invest $500 billion in developing Japan's financial market.

"As for how to explain this to the public and convince them, that's your decision. With this news, An San should be able to recover from his serious illness."

Lu Liang knew that politicians had no fixed stance, but some people in China didn't know that in their eyes, the world had no gray areas, only black and white.

As a well-known entrepreneur from the University of Tokyo, he shouldn't get too close to Anzo; it's best to let Ota Rei handle this matter.

"Understood." Ota Rei nodded in response. Lu Liang added, "Since we have made our gesture, I hope he will reciprocate in kind, so that it won't be a case of throwing good money after bad."

The essence of this matter is resource exchange, just like political donations in the United States. If there is no return on investment, then why are so many capitalists willing to spend money and effort to help candidates become president?

Take Black man Marshall as an example. He received $7.2 million in political donations the year he ran for office, which he used for campaign advertising, renting venues, and paying staff salaries.

Although 66.45% of the donations came from small amounts, ordinary people would not have joined in the fundraising if wealthy and influential people had not taken the lead in donating.

Wall Street investors who invested in him also reaped huge rewards. At that time, the world was still shrouded in the shadow of the financial crisis, and Blackman Marcus launched a series of key economic stimulus plans, including large-scale public spending and tax breaks.

Public spending targets large corporations; for example, Morgan Stanley's market capitalization increased 2.85 times in those years, soaring from over 200 billion to over 600 billion US dollars.

The tax breaks still target large corporations that provide political donations, allowing them to reduce their tax burden by at least several billion or even tens of billions of dollars annually.

"Yes, sir, please wait for good news."

After ending his call with Ota Rei, Lu Liang called Yang Qisheng and asked him to prepare a group of young and ambitious girls for tonight's big party.

Finally, Lu Liang returned to the trading room, looked at the traders who were compiling statistics, and called over Sun Yutao to inquire about the profits from shorting the Nikkei index.

Sun Yutao handed over a settlement report, his eyes brimming with excitement: "President Lu, we made two short-selling investments in the Nikkei index, totaling $475 billion. We closed out our positions just before announcing the takeover bid, and our profits totaled $122.42 billion."

With two victories in two separate battles, the combined total revenue approached $320 billion, equivalent to the annual income of millions of people in some small countries.

However, due to the $652 billion invested in the Japanese stock market, compared to the previous $2812 billion, the available cash flow is only $2481.42 billion.

Lu Liang bowed slightly, signed the settlement report to authorize it, and then said, "Leave one group to be responsible for the evening market duty, and give the rest of them a break, especially tonight, so they can all relax."

Sun Yutao nodded and quickly assigned a team to carry out the operation that evening, giving them double the bonus.

Just then, Lu Liang swooped down and ran quickly to the platform. He spoke with great enthusiasm, almost shouting, "Dear colleagues, thank you for your hard work. This project has come to a perfect end."

Everyone, please tidy up, complete the handover of your tasks, and then go home to rest. A celebration banquet is being prepared for you at 8 PM tonight on the rooftop of the Victoria Harbour Building.

The words had barely left his mouth when cheers erupted in the trading room, sounding like wolf howls, nearly lifting the ceiling off the room, much like a primary or secondary school teacher announcing summer vacation.

Because of the preparatory work, most of them hadn't been home for over a month, living and working at the company every day, dealing with numbers. Each transaction, often involving millions or even tens of millions of dollars, kept everyone on edge, afraid of adding or omitting a single number.

The high-pressure environment makes them afraid to relax, and some even need to masturbate every day to fall asleep.

Now that the project has finally come to a successful conclusion, they will be reaping the rewards.

Night falls in the underground parking lot of Victoria Harbour Building.

Five luxury buses filled with beauties drove in. The girls inside were dressed up like they were participating in a beauty pageant, all with bare backs and high heels.

The building's twelve high-speed German elevators cannot all take you to the top floor at once; you have to transport them in three batches.

Lu Liang sat on the rooftop balcony with his legs crossed, enjoying the night view of Victoria Harbour. In late November, the evening weather in Hong Kong was still pleasant, slightly cool but not cold.

He saw Yang Qisheng, who was in the lead, waved to him, and handed him a bottle of chilled beer, saying with a smile, "Time was short, and it must have been hard for you to prepare so many people."

Lu Liang looked down and saw that there were more than two hundred hardworking and beautiful girls standing in rows.

They were observing Lu Liang and Yang Qisheng. Some were shyly lowering their heads, while others were actively flirting. There were all sorts of styles: loli, young woman, mature woman, and various types of women.

"Where else can you find such a good deal: a HK$100,000 appearance fee for one night, plus the opportunity to meet traders with annual salaries of at least a million dollars?"

Yang Qisheng chuckled, took a sip of beer, and said, "It's not exactly hard work, it's just that the scale of the operation is a bit large."

He looked down at the building. Due to the limited visibility at night, he could still make out the gray and white business buses parked below.

Unsurprisingly, it was full of paparazzi reporters.

Yang Qisheng could already imagine how the Hong Kong media would portray their victory celebration banquet tonight.

Mainstream media outlets might tone it down a bit, but tabloids will definitely do whatever it takes to grab attention.

"Let them say it, it doesn't matter. Let them know that finance is the industry with the best future." Lu Liang smiled calmly.

If he were in mainland China, he would have some reservations, but Hong Kong has been synonymous with extravagance, debauchery, and hedonism since the last century.

He did this simply to adapt to local customs.

Around 8 p.m., nearly 500 men and women gathered on the top floor of Victoria Harbour Building.

Yang Qisheng prepared personnel according to a one-to-one ratio of men to women, and even had more than a dozen women.

He can only guarantee that there are enough people; whether they can successfully pair up depends on their own abilities.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Lu Liang, dressed in casual clothes, holding a microphone, and smiling, walked into the spotlight.

"To ensure everyone has a great time tonight, I've prepared some games and small gifts."

He waved his hand, and the party staff walked to the middle of the dance floor, lifted the red cloth covering the table, revealing a pile of thousand-yuan banknotes that looked like a small mountain.

Lu Liang smiled and said, "Actually, at first, I wanted to prepare some more thoughtful gifts, but then I thought, what gift could be more touching than money?"

"There isn't much money here, only HK$38.88 million. We'll distribute it all tonight, leaving not a single penny."

“Those who know me well know that I always advocate for the winner to take all, so there are no guaranteed gifts tonight.”

"If any of you are capable, you might even be able to take most of them, or even all of them."

"To add, gifts are gifts, and project bonuses are project bonuses; they should not be confused."

"Your 500 million yuan project bonus will be deposited into everyone's account tomorrow."

"Now let's announce the participation requirements for the game."

"At least two people are required to participate. It can be a man and a woman or two men, as long as one of them is an employee of Tianxing."

"You have half an hour to pair up yourselves."

When tens of millions of dollars were displayed, the beauties present were stunned.

When they heard that they could also participate, and even potentially win the grand prize, especially after hearing that more than 200 people would be sharing a 500 million yuan project prize, they all took the initiative to find the male guests for tonight.

Suddenly, it was the other way around – men pursuing women became women pursuing men.

Some handsome guys were surrounded by more than a dozen people, and even if they were plain-looking, or even short, fat, dark-skinned, pretty girls would take the initiative to chat with them.

Yang Qisheng couldn't help but sigh, "President Lu, you've really gone to great lengths for them."

“They’re all our own employees. If I don’t help them, who will?” Lu Liang smiled, his eyes crinkling.

He's gone to such lengths to help; if anyone is still alone tonight, they can only blame themselves for being incompetent.

　I had to go out during the day, there will be another chapter later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)