After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future

Captulo 969: Chapter 931: Snatched From the Jaws of Death

The next morning, Lu Liang had just lain down to rest when he received a call from Hu Weiwei requesting discharge from the hospital. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Half a month ago, she, along with 12 colleagues, had come to Xiangjiang to recuperate after completing treatment in the United States.

Upon hearing the news, Lu Liang went to Saint Mary’s Hospital.

Looking at the still somewhat sickly Hu Weiwei, he couldn’t help but frown and ask, “Wouldn’t it be better to rest a bit longer? I heard the aftereffects of this illness are quite serious.”

Hu Weiwei was among the first batch of patients. Although she received timely treatment, her lungs had partially turned white. Recovery would take years of gradual care.

"Mr. Lu, I’m fine. The doctor said just to be more careful from now on,” Hu Weiwei said sincerely.

At the time, upon learning of her illness, Lu Liang sent her for treatment in the United States immediately. Initially, she didn’t understand why, especially since East Asia’s medical technology was not inferior to that of Europe and America.

Moreover, with Lu Liang’s power, he could have mobilized the best medical resources globally even in Xiangjiang; there was no need to travel so far.

It was only when they arrived in New York and were transported to a militarized hospital that Hu Weiwei realized that only the person who tied the bell can untie it.

If they had stayed in East Country for treatment, the time spent on investigating the cause of the illness, understanding the symptoms, and prescribing the right medication might have caused them to miss the optimal treatment period.

Although she still occasionally coughs and feels short of breath with slight exertion, compared to those in her batch who died or were left disabled, she is lucky and grateful to Lu Liang.

During this time, Tianxing Automobile’s range-extended MPV is about to be launched. Wang Xiaofeng couldn’t handle the workload alone, and Hu Weiwei felt guilty staying in the hospital when she seemingly didn’t have major issues.

"Alright then, just take care of yourself in the future.” Unable to persuade her otherwise, Lu Liang had to agree to Hu Weiwei’s discharge. .

After that, he and Hu Weiwei visited the 12 other Tianxing Automobile employees who had also recovered from the illness.

"Seeing you all recover puts my mind at ease. If you feel uncomfortable after returning, make sure to report it promptly.”

Upon hearing Lu Liang’s words, everyone felt a strong sense of being valued and important.

After all, the quality of a company isn’t just words.

During their treatment in the United States and recuperation in Xiangjiang, special planes transported them without any expense on their part, and they received triple their salaries.

This starkly contrasts with companies that only proclaim not to abandon or give up but don’t act accordingly.

They felt honored to be part of Tianxing.

After Lu Liang finished speaking, he left the hospital. Hu Weiwei’s assistant, Xu Jiayun, watched his back and couldn’t help but remark, “Mr. Lu is so warm. I fear I might end up alone forever.”

"Stop being lovestruck, pack your things and go home,” Hu Weiwei said with a bitter laugh, though she understood; if she were ten years younger, she might have had the same thoughts.

Nearing noon, Lu Liang left the hospital.

He sat in the car, massaging his temples, and said, “Back to the company.”

Fang Shiyu was puzzled and concerned, “Brother, aren’t you going home to rest for a while first?”

That morning, when he took over the shift, he heard from colleagues that Lu Liang had stayed in the company until dawn before leaving.

He had come directly to the hospital at around nine and had been busy for several hours; even an iron man couldn’t endure such strain.

"I slept intermittently last night, and this morning, I’m not too sleepy now.”

Lu Liang shook his head, gazing absent-mindedly at the scenery flashing past the car window. Suddenly, he asked, “Is there any news from Wilson?”

Sun Zheyuan in the passenger seat knew Lu Liang was asking him and quickly turned to reply, “There’s no news from Wilson, but Su Shimin’s assistant has been trying to schedule a time with you.”

As he spoke, his phone suddenly rang. With Lu Liang’s permission, Sun Zheyuan answered the call, seamlessly transitioning into an English conversation: “I’m sorry, our Mr. Lu is still resting. We’ll get back to you once he’s awake.”

After the call ended, Sun Zheyuan said, “The first time was at 6:10 in the morning, then 9:10, and this is the third time.”

Lu Liang pondered and called Harris, asking if there had been any news about Wilson or if anything unusual had happened on Wall Street from last night until now.

Harris thought for a moment and shook his head, “There shouldn’t be anything, BOSS. Do you need me to investigate further?”

"Go ahead and check.”

After giving instructions, Lu Liang pondered for a moment and said, “Reply that we’ll have a video call in an hour.”

He actually didn’t want to deal with Su Shimin, but with Wilson seemingly out of touch and Su Shimin incessantly calling for a conversation, there was clearly a connection between the two, forcing Lu Liang to agree.

An hour later, Lu Liang returned to the company, personally made a cup of coffee, and then connected to Su Shimin’s call.

"Seems like you had a good rest last night,” Su Shimin said with a smile, not at all minding that Lu Liang had refused to talk earlier.

He knew well that the so-called grogginess was just an excuse. The key was that Lu Liang didn’t want to talk to him and was waiting for a call from someone else.

"Made money, in a good mood, sleep naturally comes easy.”

Lu Liang smiled, stirring the coffee in his hand, “I just didn’t expect to see you again.”

"Thanks to you, I’ve returned to this office again.”

Su Shimin beamed, swiveling the camera to show Lu Liang his office.

"I really like that ‘faucet.’

Suddenly, Lu Liang pointed at the display shelf behind Su Shimin.

Su Shimin’s office had the typical Chinese style, with redwood display shelves full of ceramic exhibits, Baxian tables, Taishi chairs, and traditional landscape ink paintings hanging from the walls…

With just a glance, Lu Liang was drawn to the center position of the display shelf, where a brown dragon’s head caught his attention.

"Faucet?”

Su Shimin turned and laughed silently, “A collector from last year gave it to me. I have a dog’s head in my collection as well. Since you like it, I’ll gift them both to you.”

Calling it a faucet wasn’t wrong because it’s actually an outlet, specifically the dragon head of the twelve bronze heads.

"Then I’ll gladly accept.”

Lu Liang suddenly straightened up and said earnestly, “Idle talk is done. Let’s discuss how you plan to repay me.”

Su Shimin was momentarily taken aback, then laughed and scolded, “Lu Liang, you have the thickest skin of all the Chinese I’ve met, bar none.”

"Thank you for the compliment.”

Lu Liang nodded slightly, his smile unwavering.

After a pause, Su Shimin said, “Damon was removed from his position by JPMorgan Chase’s board following my recommendation, which was accepted. Does that count as repayment?”

Lu Liang shook his head, “I don’t see any sincerity. What does his removal have to do with me?”

It seemed their plan had succeeded, but why hadn’t Wilson contacted him? Could something have changed?

"I knew this wouldn’t satisfy you, so I’ve also proposed letting Delimei enter the New York Stock Exchange’s ICT department,” Su Shimin added, anticipating Lu Liang’s dissatisfaction.

The NYSE ICT, similar to the special listing advisory group newly established by the Hong Kong Stock Exchange, was founded post-1989 financial crisis, jointly by Morgan, Blackstone, Guofu, and others to oversee and guide companies listing in the United States.

Joining the ICT department would perfectly address Delimei’s most scarce resources for development.

Furthermore, once everyone becomes “part of the family,” fair competition within permissible rules wouldn’t involve intentional suppression.

"I’m tired of hollow promises,” Lu Liang said. “Can you offer something tangible?”

Amused, Su Shimin said, “Isn’t that tangible enough?”

"Not enough.”

Lu Liang shook his head, and Su Shimin asked, “What do you want then? Investing in United Health wasn’t your true intention, was it?”

Lu Liang chuckled, dictating the conversation’s pace, “Does it matter? You don’t seem to grasp the main point.”

"Then let’s talk about the main point.”

Squinting slightly, Su Shimin suddenly asked, “Aren’t you curious why Kamon hasn’t contacted you?”

"I’ve considered the worst-case scenario,” Lu Liang said.

"I’d like to hear your theory,” Su Shimin said.

"Do you think he might have jumped from a skyscraper like countless other Wall Street fund managers?” Lu Liang asked.

Su Shimin was taken aback, narrowing his eyes, “That’s certainly possible, his betrayal warrants such a fate!”

"But then I thought, doing so would be problematic.”

Lu Liang continued, “It would be gambling on whether I’d sever ties over it, but he can’t afford to lose anymore.”

There was a long silence, as if Su Shimin was responding or reflecting, “He can’t accept failure anymore.”

He glanced at a corner of the office, an area unseen by the camera, where two burly men flanked a terrified, sweat-drenched blond middle-aged man.

Without revealing emotion, Su Shimin signaled, and the two men exchanged looks and left the office.

Without their support, Wilson collapsed limply onto the carpet, almost like a melted popsicle.

He knew he had narrowly escaped death, just a step away from the underworld’s gates.

Because Su Shimin did indeed want to kill him.

If he had died, Lu Liang would’ve had no choice but to negotiate with Su Shimin. However, some unforeseen change had allowed him to escape death.