After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 119: This Person is Somewhat Sinister

Today, although it was the first day of the national holiday, more than half of the company's employees still came to work.

While others were on vacation, they were working overtime. There were complaints, but they were covered up by the generous overtime pay.

Mainly because there weren't any real old employees in the company; everyone had only been there for a few months, or even just a few weeks.

There were severe shortages in various small managerial positions, provided they put in enough effort, they might even become team leaders.

Young people, especially those newly entering society from school, aren't afraid of hard work or overtime; they're just afraid that their efforts won't be rewarded appropriately.

Lu Liang arrived at the company and didn't say much since overtime pay wasn't being withheld; nagging wouldn't be as effective as giving money.

Since they were paid, there were no debts.

Lu Liang first went to Tang Caide's office and instructed her to take charge of Xia Luo's subsequent promotional activities.

Invest as much as the shares dictate, and if anyone targets their assets, they must not back down.

Their attitude must be firm; they don't provoke others, but if someone tries to steal from their plate, off with their heads.

Tang Caide nodded with a smile, "Mr. Lu, I'll contact Mr. Zhang from Mahua first."

Working under a strong boss made work more enjoyable; at least there was no need to suffer silently.

Leaving the office, Lu Liang called over Chen Jinchun to assign her the task of collecting information on Tesla in the neighboring room.

Today was Sunday, and it was daylight saving time in the United States, which was 12 hours behind Beijing time; there it was still Saturday.

NASDAQ doesn't take a break for national holidays, but it does on Saturdays and Sundays, meaning it would start trading Monday night Beijing time.

They still had 36 hours to prepare.

After leaving the company, Lu Liang went to the bank to settle his loans and reclaim his one hundred million dollars in deposit certificates.

Under President Liu's reluctant gaze, he went to the State Street Bank office in Modu.

State Street held 9.8 million shares of Tesla, a stake of 8.85%, making it the fourth-largest shareholder.

Every bank has three main businesses: financing, short selling, and lending.

Lu Liang was there for short selling and financing, collectively paying a daily interest of 190,000 dollars.

With 50 million dollars as collateral and 50 million dollars in securities, he acquired 1,098,000 shares of Tesla.

At a share price of 182 dollars, the value was 199.8 million dollars, a fourfold leverage with a daily interest of 178,200 dollars.

"Mr. Lu, it's been a pleasure working with you," said Mr. Hilt, the president of State Street, his smile so wide as he gave Lu Liang a tight hug.

Financing always started from a minimum of 7 days, securing a steady income of 1,247,400 dollars, always more, never less.

Even if Tesla's stock fell to just one dollar, it would be someone else's problem and not affect his bonus at all.

"Mr. Hilt, it's been a pleasure," Lu Liang said with a forced smile, quickly pushing him away, unable to bear it any longer.

Caucasians had strong body odors and they liked heavy perfumes, especially older white men, which nearly brought him to tears.

After leaving State Street Bank, Lu Liang returned to the office and distributed the 1,098,000 shares of Tesla among twelve trading sub-accounts.

In NASDAQ, unlike in A-shares, there weren't so many restrictions; they could be more liberal in their approaches.

Lu Liang wasn't going to hide his presence.

In the afternoon, Wang Xiaocong came by with boxes of pastries, distributing them to everyone present, his face full of a sycophantic smile, "Liang, still working over the national holiday, you really work hard~"

"I brought some afternoon tea for you, try and see how it tastes," he instructed his assistant to bring out over a dozen fine pastries.

"If you have something to say, just say it; can you not be so disgusting?" Lu Liang expressed his disgust.

"Wanda Movie is approaching its lifting period, and my mom asked me to give you a proper thanks."

Wang Xiaocong sat with his legs crossed, reverting to his usual self. Wanda Movie became listed on A-shares earlier in the year, and stocks held by original shareholders had a six-month lock-up period.

The lifting period for Wanda Movie's stocks was on October 9, the second working day after the national holiday, inevitably causing a significant drop in stock prices for a period.

Therefore, the national holiday box office became crucial. Wanda Movie had originally bet everything on 'Lost in Hong Kong', but the film's poor reception was appalling.

Wanda Movie had already decided, even if it were a terrible film, to falsify results to push it to a billion box office, to survive the relatively stable lifting period.

Unexpectedly, they didn't care and even released 'Xia Luo' to give face to Lu Liang, which exploded at the box office, leaving others far behind, and was on the verge of dominating the national holiday box office.

"Intentionally planting flowers may not bloom, unintentionally planting willows may produce shade, little effort maximum gain, rounding up, at least made five hundred million."

Listening to Wang Xiaocong's endless talking, Lu Liang silently extended his palm, and Wang Xiaocong puzzled, "What for?"

"It sounds like I'm pretty important, and since five hundred million were made, giving me half wouldn't be too much, right?"

Lu Liang suddenly envied Little Wang a bit; born into wealth and getting to know him, he must have saved the galaxy in his past life.

"Oh, it's Wanda Movie that's making money, not me. If I were making five hundred million, I'd definitely give you half."

Wang Xiaocong laughed it off, changing the topic: "Panda needs financing, I think I'll wait until 'Crown Princess Consort' is released."

Lu Liang had a peculiar knack; at the beginning of the year, he was still selling houses, but now, halfway through the year, his net worth was in the hundreds of millions. Whatever he does, he makes money.

He earned from the financial market, from investing in ofo, from investing in movies, and potentially could make a blast from investing in internet dramas.

Wang Xiaocong had visited the drama set once, and the scriptwriter was truly talented. Despite it being an ancient drama, they managed to subtly incorporate mentions of Panda TV.

Even sometimes, they blatantly put their platform's logo in the most visible place.

If the web series performs well, Panda might be able to increase its valuation by tens of millions when it raises more funds.

Lu Liang was shocked, "When did you become so smart?"

In the past, Wang Xiaocong would have lost his temper, but now he just giggles and jokes, "People say you become red near cinnabar and black near ink, hanging out with smart people makes my IQ feel like it's taken the high ground again."

"Whatever, it's up to you."

Lu Liang sighed, suddenly missing the unruly demeanor Wang Xiaocong used to have.

"But there's not much money left in the account."

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Wang Xiaocong's eyes darted around, his face full of smiles, finally revealing his true intention, "How about, your company lends some?"

"Why don't you ask Wanda for a loan?" Lu Liang didn't look pleased and then suddenly asked, "How much does Panda want to borrow?"

He remembered that Tianxing Assets still had 530 million, foreign exchange limits wouldn't allow converting into US dollars, lending it could still earn some interest.

Wang Sicong hurriedly said, "Using 30% of the shares as collateral, 50 million dollars, to be repaid immediately after the financing ends."

"An interest rate of 0.014% per day." Lu Liang stated.

"Damn, an annual interest of 14.6%, are you charging usury?"

"Mr. Wang, please mind your language, the judicial protection upper limit for private lending rates is 15.4%."

Lu Liang packed up, preparing to leave work for home.

He said in annoyance, "Take it or leave it."

"I'll take it, take it, take it," Wang Xiaocong quickly exclaimed.

"Such nonsense."

With a look of disdain, Lu Liang took him to the office next door to find Tang Caide, "Mr. Tang, take Mr. Wang to the notary tomorrow, set a repayment date, then lend 50 million dollars to Panda."

After assigning the task, he left work for home, not returning to Scholarly Splendor, but to Tangchen Yipin.

On Sundays, as long as there was no mandatory task from the platforms, Li Manli unfailingly took the day off.

"Liang, you're back."

Li Manli greeted him with a smile, bustling around the kitchen in an unserious chef's outfit, "Mrs. Liu has something urgent at home, so she took a few days off, I'll come back to cook for you these days."

Lu Liang took off his coat, patted her snug buttocks, and asked with a smile, "No live streaming lately?"

Her chef's outfit seemed inappropriate, wearing a kitchen apron yet a mini skirt that barely covered her buttocks.

On high heels, her calves were taut, and white stockings extended to the tops of her thighs, showing visible constriction marks, which were even more seductive.

Her upper body was clad in a regular white shirt but deliberately unbuttoned a few more buttons at the neck, revealing a glimpse of her prominent cleavage.

On her head, she wore a pink ribbon, her face painted with delicate makeup, and there was a shimmer of glitter at the corners of her eyes.

Li Manli softly hummed, looking naïvely charming, "I only need to stream for 60 hours a month anyway, besides, working isn't as important as being with you."

She smiled brightly, stretching her arms to wrap around Lu Liang's neck, leaning into his ear with a whisper, "Liang, I missed you, so much, so much."

The warm breeze brushed his ear, soothing to his heart...

From the kitchen to the living room and then to the bedroom, every few steps they paused, randomly shedding an item.

Li Manli was passionately enthusiastic, unprecedentedly taking the initiative even though she lacked Zhang Qian's expertise, but her zeal more than made up for it.

It also made Lu Liang, who had been actively caring for Su Wanyu's feelings for the last few nights, very pleased.

Afterwards...

Li Manli lay on Lu Liang's chest, gently tracing circles, then suddenly said earnestly, "Liang, I really, really love you."

Lu Liang stroked her hair, suddenly asking, "Is it because of the Weibo post I made last night?"

Li Manli's body stiffened, falling silent.

Lu Liang chuckled, realizing he guessed right, and explained, "I haven't seen the movie, but the company invested in it."

Li Manli's face lit up with pride, "I didn't ask you to explain, you're telling me this on your own~"

Lu Liang smiled, gently rubbing her earlobe, playing with the star-shaped earring, "If I don't explain, I'm afraid you'll get jealous and burst."

Li Manli acted coy, rubbing her head against Lu Liang's chest with an exaggerated emphasis, "I~am~not~jealous."

She didn't really care about the truth; even if Lu Liang lied, it meant he still cared about her, and that was enough for her.

"Enough playing, I'm hungry," Lu Liang said with a smile.

"I'll go warm it up, it might have gotten a bit cold."

Li Manli, struck with an idea, picked up the apron from the floor and slipped it on over her now bare body, still in high heels.

Standing at the foot of the bed, one hand on her hip, biting her index finger in a coy manner, she asked, "Do you like it?"

"You're playing with fire," Lu Liang said with a stern look.

"Hehe~~"

Li Manli giggled, trotted off, leaving behind a trail of laughter that sounded like weights clinking.