After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future-Chapter 632: The Power of the Patriotism Card

While Lu Liang was browsing the news, Wang Xiaofeng called: "Mr. Lu, should we make a statement about this too?"

Although the issue of Meng Wanqiu being summoned by Canada on baseless charges had not yet caused an online storm, many domestic corporate leaders were closely monitoring the situation.

Some even started spontaneously reposting the news to support her, bluntly calling it blatant political persecution.

Five years ago it was Alstom’s Pierre, and now it is Huawei’s Meng Wanqiu.

The robber nature of the United States remains unchanged, so who will be next?

"No need, let’s not get involved in this mess."

Lu Liang’s face was grave, just moments ago he had received an email from Wilson across the ocean.

"Dear Lu, these words come to you as if in person..."

The lines conveyed concern, while almost explicitly asking if Lu Liang was interested in participating in a major deal.

To dismantle a large multinational conglomerate is no easy task, especially since Huawei is backed by East Country, with a vast market of 1.4 billion people.

Huawei, unlike Alstom, could survive solely on the 1.4 billion population market even if its products didn’t go overseas.

External sanctions couldn’t harm its foundation; an insider would be needed to facilitate internal and external collaboration.

Hence, Wilson decided to invite Lu Liang to join, having him play the role Flannery had in the Alstom battle.

First, force Meng Wanqiu to plead guilty, then take down Huawei, and afterward, everyone can divvy up the business, letting Tianxing choose whichever they want.

Lu Liang hadn’t even figured out how to reject Wilson’s invitation, so how could he possibly stand up for Meng Wanqiu at this time?

Moreover, unlike others who could only strongly condemn online, he might actually be able to help in some way.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Lu."

Wang Xiaofeng was slightly lost, not understanding why Lu Liang reacted so strongly.

But since the boss said so, they would pretend to know nothing, as if nothing happened.

Time passed, the sky grew darker, more and more entrepreneurs voiced support for Meng Wanqiu online, and more people became aware of the matter, with related topics hitting the top of trending charts.

"The robber nature of the United States remains unchanged."

"Sister Meng, hold on, don’t confess at any cost."

"Trust the country, it will definitely bring Sister Wanqiu home."

"Where is Wu Jing? Come out and help, didn’t you say justice from afar will be served?"

"It’s laughable, does anyone really believe in War Wolf? Alas, Huawei might be in trouble this time."

"Sister Meng, hold on, everyone go buy Huawei, absolutely can’t let the United States have its way."

"Damn it, I’m smashing my Apple phone right now."

Public indignation was successfully stirred, with countless netizens enraged, eager to go to war with the United States right away.

By nightfall, Lu Liang arrived at the Skyline Garden community.

Wang Chuting, in a loose nightdress and pregnant, poured Lu Liang a glass of beer while she drank warm water.

Seeing Lu Liang browsing the news, her journalistic instincts suddenly awakened, she curiously asked: "Mr. Lu, what do you think of this matter?"

"I don’t understand, don’t want to understand, can’t be bothered to understand."

Lu Liang rubbed his brows, filled with distress, draining his beer in one gulp.

Suddenly wanting someone to confide in, he glanced at Wang Chuting; she seemed like a good person to talk to.

Beautiful, smart, part of his own circle, with no conflicts of interest, and currently carrying his child.

There are many who hope for Lu Liang’s success, and Wang Chuting is definitely among the best, being the mother of his son after all.

Before the child grows up and can lawfully inherit Lu Liang’s assets, she is the person who least wishes for anything to happen to Lu Liang.

Lu Liang left his seat, opened Wilson’s email, stood behind Wang Chuting, placed the tablet in front of her, wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder: "Pretty lady, you’re so smart, help me analyze this."

"Mr. Lu, dignified as you are, still needing someone to help analyze, I’d like to see..."

Wang Chuting wore a proud look, her words abruptly stopped, captivated by the email’s content.

Gradually, her breathing quickened, a blush crept from her ears to her cheeks, her thighs clamped tight, her body trembling.

"What are you doing? Why did you suddenly get excited?" Lu Liang couldn’t help but laugh, clearly knowing why Wang Chuting was worked up.

"Bastard, you know I’m more eager since I’m pregnant, yet you still tease me."

Wang Chuting glared fiercely, her complexion rosy, as if you could pinch water out of her skin.

She’s a brilliant graduate of Zhejiang University’s journalism department, worked at Forbes for five years, and after meeting Lu Liang, she established her own studio, producing financial news videos.

Wang Chuting is well aware of what Wilson, the head of JPMorgan Chase’s investment department, represents.

Her man is quite formidable, in no way inferior to that crown prince who detained his biological mother and dismembered reporters, or the general’s son.

In ancient times, he would be a domineering figure with power over the world, able to choose which territory to control, making him even more impressive.

Lu Liang squinted his eyes and issued a team fight invitation: "Why not get busy first, and come back later for a thorough analysis?"

"No, I can hold back."

Wang Chuting gave a coquettish glance, but the charm in her eyes gradually turned into suspicion: "Do you need my help to analyze it?"

Even she could see the pros and cons involved. She didn’t believe Lu Liang couldn’t see them. Lu Liang smiled and said, "Let’s talk about it, pool our ideas. Maybe the information you provide could determine the fate of a large national corporation."

"Tch, fishing for my interest again."

"Is the bait tempting to you?"

"Tempted."

"What are you tempted by?"

"Eating sausages."

"Please show some respect, those are jumbo hot dogs."

"Oh~"

Wang Chuting squinted her eyes in laughter, tilted her head, bumped Lu Liang’s chest, then began helping him analyze the stakes involved.

"The online public opinion, I suspect Huawei is secretly stirring it up." She pondered for a moment before voicing her guess.

Though the person arrested is Mr. Ren’s own daughter and heir, a corporation isn’t an individual, and all actions ultimately revolve around interests.

Despite the online uproar, none of the true big shots, like Old Ma or Little Ma, have stepped forward to make a statement.

If you forcefully apply the saying "when the lips are cold, the teeth freeze," they are the ones who should truly be speaking out.

The reason they don’t support is that they’ve realized Huawei is behind the stir.

Last year, due to issues in the West, War Wolf 2 triggered a frenzy of retaliatory viewership, successfully creating a 6 billion box office miracle.

The film industry may have a low ceiling, but it can reflect current public sentiment well, letting corporations know the power of patriotism.

From a purely profit-driven perspective, the arrest of Meng Wanqiu is more beneficial than harmful to Huawei, as it’s a crucial opportunity for them to transform from a first-class enterprise to a top-tier national company.

The event has only fermented for one day, and there’s already public opinion online that not supporting Huawei equates to not being patriotic.

Even those who initially intended to help, may now be unwilling, as nobody wants to be led by the nose.

This isn’t just an ordinary political event, it just so happens to occur on the eve of the tariff bill’s implementation.

Wang Chuting looked serious: "Liang, if you agree to assist Wilson in dismantling Huawei, the reputation will be tarnished a hundredfold. You might not even find a place for yourself on the 9.6 million square kilometers of this land."

She knew Lu Liang had already made up his mind. Her analysis wasn’t important at all, but since Lu Liang was willing to confide in her, she was willing to offer the most objective analysis for him.

Lu Liang smiled at the corner of his mouth, tapped Wang Chuting’s nose, then poked her cheek: "I don’t care about reputation, the key is that the success rate of this thing is miserably low. East Country isn’t a Gaul; they won’t yield easily."

"But it must be hard for you to refuse, right?" Wang Chuting couldn’t help but worry.

Although Wilson’s tone suggested care for Lu Liang and clearly stated he was just simply inquiring about his thoughts, and definitely wouldn’t force him, he suddenly mentioned the Tianxing Automobile factory in Detroit at the end.

Tianshu’s listing has been over two months, with June sales exceeding ten thousand units certain.

Nineteen months ago, Lu Liang planted the seed in Detroit, now it’s time for the harvest season.

Rumor has it that the Tianshu Car co-produced by Tianxing and General Motors will soon enter the North American Market.

Wilson’s sudden mention of this was clearly a threat to Lu Liang, forcing him to comply.

"There might be a way."

Lu Liang showed a thoughtful expression, not appearing overly worried.

[On January 12, 2020, Huanfang Quantitative’s asset scale surpassed 100 billion, becoming the top domestic quantitative private equity fund.]

Next, the major trade friction formally escalates, and the foreign exchange fund and other international markets will experience dramatic fluctuations.

Tianxing Investment adopts its first quantitative trading, if Firefly One’s performance in the international market can be just as fierce as domestically, it might be the key to breaking the deadlock.

Wall Street’s capital groups aren’t entirely united; there will always be someone who betrays the alliance because of interests.

Just as nothing in the world can’t be bought with money; if there is, it’s just that the money isn’t enough, or the spending method is wrong.

For example, a saint may not love money, but his wife, children, parents, and relatives, do they also possess the saint’s virtues?

As long as you choose the right direction, you can always find an opportunity to pull the saint down.

Wang Chuting couldn’t help but be curious: "What’s the way?"

Lu Liang glanced at her, with a cold expression: "Woman, do you know the fate of those who know too much?"

Wang Chuting snorted coldly: "You jerk, just like in bed, doesn’t recognize people once the pants are on."

"But they’re not off yet."

"What about now?"

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