After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future

In the evening, Lu Liang arrived at the Skyline District.

In the past couple of months before and after the new year, Wang Chuting had been bustling around Beijing until she recently returned to Modu.

In the afternoon, Lu Liang saw her return on his friend's social media and, thinking about how long it had been since they last met, decided to invite her for dinner in the evening.

Her 1.2-meter-long legs were truly eye-catching and even in a simple and unadorned women's suit, there was a hint of a uniform's seduction.

"You seem to have lost weight recently."

"Do you feel I've lost weight by pinching my butt?"

"It's just a feeling!"

Right from the start, their meeting sparked an intense connection, leading to an appetizing pre-dinner exercise.

Afterward, stockings rolled down to her ankles were still provoking Lu Liang's natural wool pants.

Wang Chuting, biting gently on Lu Liang's chest, whispered, "Mr. Hu has returned to Beijing."

"Did you see him?"

Hu Weiwei was suited for management with a positive image in the company, but she wasn't suited for building corporate structures.

The car system development project in Beijing was on the right track—with enough staff and funds, the only thing left was the development results.

The Modu branch was still makeshift, in greater need of the likes of Wang Xiaofeng, a stern but experienced professional manager.

So a few days ago, at Lu Liang's suggestion, she went to Beijing with Liu Pei and switched out Wang Xiaofeng.

"Didn't you see the article I posted in my social circle?" Wang Chuting glared playfully, clearly displeased.

She had written an article for Hu Weiwei, titled "Zhejiang University Beauty Amasses Billions, Becomes the Ultimate Winner in Palace Intrigue."

Ordinary family, high education, ten years drifting in Beijing…

Hu Weiwei's story was like a big female lead thrilling narrative, with over three hundred million online reads and still rapidly increasing.

"Billions? No wonder the journalism reputation is so bad."

Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh wryly. Mobike definitely had an atmosphere of palace intrigue: Li Bing, Shen Peng, Wang Xing, and himself included; Hu Weiwei, a woman amidst these powers, did well.

Compared to Dai Wei, who was constantly criticized after his disappearance, Hu Weiwei started and ended well, cashed out, and even landed a promising new job—calling her a winner wasn't an exaggeration.

Lu Liang also had a rough idea of how her article went viral; East Asia went first, using history as its lesson, knowing the rise and fall.

Domestic feminism also needed to "awaken." Initially inviting Hu Weiwei to join Tianxing Technology, this consideration was also involved.

Extreme feminazism, but not extreme mascluism, so wooing the female market was essential.

But amassing billions was an absurd exaggeration; Mobike only sold for so much, and what ended up in her hands was around three hundred million, taxes deducted.

"Can't it be a clickbait title?"

Wang Chuting hummed a few times. A good title, like a pretty girl—if not pretty, then no matter how interesting the soul, no one would bother to discover it.

"Why suddenly bring this up?"

Lu Liang stood up, drank some water, and casually twisted his waist; Little Lu moved with him but did not avoid the topic.

Wang Chuting was very intelligent; otherwise, she wouldn't have preserved her purity for twenty-six years just to choose the perfect husband.

Lu Liang liked girls with a purpose, as he could meet their conditions—just as long as they didn't talk to him about feelings.

One Su Wanyu had already made him struggle for a long time, and in the end, against his conscience, he made a decision.

Lu Liang, now in his thirties, no longer had the energy to engage in romantic relationships.

When he first toyed with Wanyu, it was just to make up for the heavy rain he missed in his adolescence, a lack that his life also missed.

One was enough; no need for more.

"Tianxing Technology is always hiring."

Wang Chuting also got up, picked up a towel from the floor, and covered Little Lu.

Talking about recent work frustrations and a desire for a job change, she carefully asked, "What do you think of me?"

After being with Lu Liang for more than half a year and taking good care of him, the time had come to reap the rewards.

"Fair skin, beautiful face, long legs, light blue eyes, and an exotic charm."

Lu Liang smiled, gazing carefully; C size, bowl-shaped, a perfect fit, firm, and bouncy.

"Don't look, so annoying~"

Wang Chuting playfully scolded, pushing Lu Liang's face away and picking up a bathrobe lying on the bed's footer to drape over herself.

Suddenly in the room, her gasp rang out as Lu Liang held Wang Chuting and fell straight onto the bed.

In a soft voice, he said, "Go do whatever you want to do; I'll support you but I won't bring you into my company."

Ever since Lu Liang stepped forward from behind the scenes, even though his relationship with Li Manli had been publicly revealed, rumors surrounding him had never ceased.

At first it was with Tang Caide, then with Hu Weiwei, and even with Chen Jinchun's scandal, which has never stopped till now.

Although Chen Jinchun belongs to that cute, flat-chested, big Lolita type, if one likes Li Manli, a type both innocent and desiring, they probably wouldn't like Chen Jinchun.

Their styles are worlds apart, but whenever this happens, someone would always say that it's hard to define the tastes of the wealthy.

Despite the ongoing public discussions, Lu Liang maintained his integrity; work was work, personal was personal, and he had a clear distinction.

He wouldn't entertain thoughts about people at the company,

and those who he considered were never arranged to join the company.

It was so now, and it would be so in the future.

Wang Chuting furrowed her brows lightly, quickly hiding her disappointment, and then excitedly asked, "What do you think about self-media?"

"It seems pretty good, it's right up your alley. Start with building up traffic and then see what develops later."

Admiration flickered in Lu Liang's eyes. If it was another girl who hadn't left an escape route for herself, upon his refusal, she might have said, "It was just a joke, don't take it seriously."

That would have smashed the conversation to the ground because Lu Liang had directly refused, which still could have resulted in an imperceptible barrier between them.

Wang Chuting was very intelligent and understood the consequences of speaking that way; thus, once Lu Liang refused her, she promptly switched to plan B, continuing along the topic to avoid any barriers.

She clung to Lu Liang's arm, coquettishly saying, "I want to start with a celebrity interview column. Can you find some time to help me schedule an appointment with Mr. Zeng of Ningde Era?"

As the IPO of Ningde Era was imminent, and the new energy market had been reignited at the beginning of the year due to Lu Liang bringing in three hundred billion, following the stifle of the previous year's speculative bubble by the state.

If she could interview Zeng Minqun of Ningde Era as a self-media blogger now, it would definitely be a topic-rich article.

Moreover, she was very confident in her beauty and figure, certain that she could make a name for herself in this industry.

As long as she could build up traffic and establish her own brand, or engage in live-streaming sales, all these were good choices.

Lu Liang looked displeased and coughed dryly, "With such a big flow right here, haven't you noticed?"

"I have, but I need to avoid suspicion first. Plus, do you think you can escape it later?"

Wang Chuting acted cute and coy, her 177 cm model figure making a demure gesture, creating a striking contrast.

Accidentally, she awakened Little Lu again.

"I'll consider it, Mr. Zeng is usually very busy," Lu Liang said sternly, putting on airs.

Wang Chuting craftily smiled, removed the hair tie from her wrist, and tied her hair up, "What about now?"

"I can still handle it…"

…

The weekend vanished in a blink, and come Monday, the A-share market opened, the strength of the new energy sector from the previous week no longer present.

Because over the weekend, LeEco's headquarters was swamped with suppliers, and the real financial report was revealed.

The colossal LeEco had just over fifty million in accounts, with the last quarter's balance of 1.135 billion had vanished without a trace.

The current CFO, Yang Jieli, was publicly taken away by the authorities for investigation, confirming unequivocally the financial scandal at LeEco.

The fallout of Long Er in the new energy sector still ongoing and affecting the entire industry.

Lu Liang was quietly accumulating shares again, those shooting were unwanted.

The overall market environment was depressed, with continuing reduction in trading volume.

At this time, investors of Tianxing Fund once again felt the warmth of home.

Compared to other new energy funds, which often suffered huge drops of seven to eight points, Tianxing only fell by 2.63%, earning it the title of the most resilient in the industry.

Those who hadn't bought in, or who had redeemed their shares, were envious; thousands petitioned, hoping Tianxing would soon launch a second phase.

This time, they would stand resolutely with Lu Liang, even if it meant taking on the world.

On the same day, Ningde Era held its first IPO roadshow in Beijing.

In its debut IPO, they offered 52 million shares at the price of 25 yuan per share.

Within six hours, 33.8 billion was frozen, attaining a subscription rate over 26 times, causing a major stir in the industry.

After all, this was just a battery manufacturer, typically categorized under real industry manufacturing, where normal real industry IPOs ranged from three to eight times oversubscribed.

Capital markets look at prospects, tell stories; the physical manufacturing arena is least associated with storytelling.

How much revenue it could increase this year, how much next year, rarely any surprises, also seldom any thrills.