After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 140 - 139: The Great Pusher

Seeing Lu Liang showing off, Little Wang refused to be outdone and posted a profit chart, "Made enough for a Phantom, not bad, huh?"

But no sooner had he posted the update than a bunch of netizens mocked him with the photo meme "giving you a chance was useless.jpg."

"Disgrace to Wanda."

"Disgrace to Old Wang."

"Disgrace to Lu God."

"If I had friends like that, I'd immediately block them. Such a small investment clearly shows distrust in Lu Liang."

After all, as a close associate of Lu Liang, Little Wang surely had access to much more insider information than the average netizen.

He invested $630,000 and made $980,000.

The Welfare Girl invested $50,000 and made over $170,000, turning the original investment more than fourfold.

And him?

He only made a little over double.

Had it been a larger sum of money, it might have been passable, but showing off with an investment of just a few hundred thousand dollars, where did he get the cheek?

And as the son of the First Rich, not even having a million US dollars, even dogs would shake their heads in disappointment: Has it come to this?

"Damn it all, If I hadn't had so many expenses recently, how could I be left with so little of my fortune."

Frustrated, Little Wang felt like his liver hurt. He wasn't Lu Liang—there was no need to please anyone. He earned his money and he spent it himself.

He made up his mind that once he received his share of the private equity settlement next year, he would indulge in some heavy spending.

At least buy three to five sports cars.

Then he would see who would dare say he'd fallen behind.

Meanwhile, Lu Liang got his earnings report, which was about what he had anticipated.

$30 million, give or take a little.

"After deducting fees, $36.82 million in hand."

Lu Liang flicked through the earnings reports of various accounts, contemplating where to look for the next market wave.

He had fans who went to great lengths to follow him from inside the firewall to the outside—he couldn't disappoint them by sending them back empty-handed.

However, he had to choose events and markets carefully, lest he lead a charge only to serve up losses on a silver platter.

After this round, plenty of institutions must have set their sights on him, just waiting to go head-to-head and reap opposite ends.

The total wealth remained the same; some earn while others lose. He earned a bit more, and others earned a bit less or lost a bit more.

He found nothing, as his requirements were too stringent; he needed events similar to elections—random and immutable.

Because Lu Liang wasn't just looking to make money for himself; he wanted to bring his fans in on the earnings.

If it were just about short selling a stock or an index, there were too many uncontrollable factors.

If he publicly declared a short on Tesla, even if Tesla was on the brink of bankruptcy, Wall Street could revive it.

Falsifying financial reports, providing loans—it's all in a day's work.

The Brexit referendum fits the criteria above.

But Lu Liang felt that David Cameron was just talking big; after all, political statements don't necessarily have to be fulfilled.

The British currency plummeted 1.49%, totaling £580 trillion. Over £700 billion vanished—it was a warning.

Right now, it's just an idea, not even an attempt. If it comes to pass, who knows by how many times that £700 billion will multiply.

Soros's estimated 30%, Goldman Sachs's predicted 15%—it's no joke.

Any rational person would know how to choose.

Get some benefits from the EU by seizing the moment and at the same time elevate one's own influence—it was probably David Cameron's true intention.

Old England was no longer the international powerhouse it once was during the era of The Sun Never Sets Empire.

Its international influence had dwindled pitifully, and internal problems abounded; everyone was waiting for London Bridge to collapse and then split the inheritance.

The more it floundered in this state, the faster the decline. David Cameron probably wouldn't dare to make a real move.

At night, Lu Liang went to Scholarly Splendor. As soon as he entered, the warm temperature was so comforting it made one want to moan.

This year's winter in Modu was quite cold. In mid-November, the average temperature was in the single digits, and the persistent drizzle acted like a magical attack.

Li Manli was off to Star City to record a variety show, Zhang Tian'ai had joined Happy Mahua and gone north to develop her career, and Wen Shanshan hadn't returned from filming, so recently Lu Liang had been staying overnight at Su Wanyu's place.

Wearing anti-myopia black-framed glasses and holding a textbook, Su Wanyu leaned against the kitchen door, muttering the content.

Seeing Lu Liang return, she quickly removed her glasses, put away the textbook, and her face lit up with a joy that suggested she was especially happy tonight, "Guess what I did tonight?"

Lu Liang closed his eyes, smelling the aroma, and guessed, "It smells good; are you stewing lamb?"

"Wow, how did you get so smart?"

"It's because you're too thick."

"I'm not thick, how else would you seem clever?"

Su Wanyu beamed, pushing Lu Liang towards the bathroom, "Go take a shower. Dinner should be ready by the time you're done."

Lu Liang had a smile on his lips, pretending to enter the bathroom and then suddenly stepping out again, wrapping his arms around Su Wanyu's waist.

She jumped in surprise as Lu Liang's palm appeared before her eyes, slightly open to reveal a sparkling necklace.

Lu Liang's cheek pressed against her neck, kissing her earlobe as he whispered softly, "Yu, happy birthday."

"I thought you had forgotten." Su Wanyu was moved, her eyes brimming with tears, but her focus was not on the exquisiteness of the necklace, but on Lu Liang himself.

"I've always remembered it clearly, let me help you put it on." Lu Liang took out the necklace and personally helped Su Wanyu wear it.

The snow-white swan neck adorned with a blue crystal necklace shone brilliantly under the light, enhancing her charm even more.

Just half an hour earlier, he had bought it on the street because he found it odd that the usually considerate Su Wanyu had suddenly called him in the afternoon to ask if he was coming home for dinner tonight.

Moreover, she came up with a lame excuse, saying she needed to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam, and if Lu Liang didn't come home, she would just grab something to eat.

Just a few days ago, she had boasted to him that she had passed the preliminary examination and was only waiting for next year's retest to become a graduate student at Tongji.

Therefore, Lu Liang took the hint and checked Su Wanyu's previous interview materials, where he found out that today was her birthday.

Today, she turned 22 years old.

Lu Liang hugged her, and the two of them, like conjoined penguins, came to the full-body mirror in the bedroom. "Do you like it?"

Su Wanyu's face showed delight, and she nodded repeatedly before suddenly saying, "Wait a minute, I also have something for you."

She took out a bag from the closet containing a dark-colored scarf—not very pretty, but not ugly either.

Lu Liang glanced hastily and saw several leftover balls of wool in the closet. "Did you knit this yourself?"

"How about it? Do you like it?"

Su Wanyu's eyes were filled with anticipation; she didn't have much money and couldn't afford to give very expensive gifts.

After much thought, she decided to knit a heartwarming scarf for Lu Liang before the arrival of winter.

If Lu Liang remembered her birthday, she would give it to him on the spot; if not, she would give it to him the next day and then have a good reason to chastise him.

"I like it. I'll wear it to work tomorrow."

Lu Liang smiled and nodded, looking at Su Wanyu whose clear, large eyes were full of sincerity.

Su Wanyu beamed with joy, willing to wear it out was the greatest acknowledgment for her. "Oh my, I almost forgot the lamb stew. Go take a shower quickly."

"What about together? We've never tried a mandarin duck bath?" Lu Liang said, teasingly pulling Su Wanyu's hand with a mischievous smile.

Su Wanyu dashed away in a puff of smoke, standing at the door making faces. "Nuh-uh, I'm not going to join you."

Lu Liang chuckled, looking down as if he could still smell Su Wanyu's scent on the scarf. He took off the scarf, picked up the clothes for a change, and humming a tune, headed to the bathroom.

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Although he didn't want to taint Su Wanyu's view of love, Lu Liang always believed that feelings are built on abundant material wealth.

It was because he had money that he could hire a Foreign Teacher, which allowed him to meet Su Wanyu, and through time, he was able to win her over.

Without money, they probably wouldn't even have had the chance to meet.

At night, Su Wanyu sat on the sofa reading, while Lu Liang lay with his head on her thigh, browsing the news on his phone.

The international community almost unanimously thought that David Cameron wouldn't dare to implement the Brexit referendum and was just spouting off.

Public opinion was one-sided; anyone who held an opposing view was immediately sprayed with brainless labels.

From macro to micro, then to people's livelihoods, various angles were analyzed to arrive at one result.

Old England couldn't possibly Brexit; even if a referendum took place, it would just be for show, like the National Team playing against Brazil; there was absolutely no suspense in it.

"The National Team playing Brazil, that's quite an image."

Lu Liang couldn't help but chuckle, yet couldn't suppress a tiny bit of hope; after all, who could have imagined the previous year that Brazil would be crushed seven to one by Germany.

Even knowing that the main players were injured, the 7:1 score was still too outrageous.

"Huh?" Su Wanyu's small eyes were full of confusion: "The National Team playing Brazil? Poor National Team."

Brazil and Argentina, the two great football kingdoms of South America—even if one never followed football, they would have heard their names.

On the other hand, the National Team—even if one never followed football, they knew of their prowess, constantly enlightening others with their geographic knowledge.

When these two teams came together, the result should be a foregone conclusion.

"The premise for these two teams to meet is our National Team making it to the World Cup; otherwise, there's hardly a chance."

Lu Liang explained, smiling as she misunderstood that the phrase "The National Team playing Brazil" being used online was in reference to England's Brexit.

Su Wanyu cocked her head, her expression tangled. "Such a metaphor doesn't seem quite vivid."

She had been reading international news and watching Hollywood movies to increase her English vocabulary.

Speaking rigorously, if the chance of the National Team beating Brazil was 1%, then the chance of Old England doing Brexit was at least 5%.

Suddenly, Lu Liang sat up, squinting his eyes. "Indeed, it's not very vivid, it's simply an insult to Brazil."

"Yu, you keep reading. I just thought of something and need to go to the study for a while." Having said that, he rushed to the study.

[February 18, the GBP/USD exchange rate was 1.1420]

"Tsk tsk, a drop of over 3500 basis points, the overall value of the currency declined by more than 11%, wealth evaporated by over six trillion."

Lu Liang marveled. If he could seize this opportunity, the profits brought by this news would far exceed all his past earnings.

Fortunately, he had three months to plan, needing to be well-prepared with ample ammunition before that day arrived.

Due to insufficient funds during the yen's plunge, Lu Liang could only follow behind Wall Street, picking up the scraps.

Even though he didn't earn much, he was still rumored to be the biggest driver behind the short-selling. This time, he wanted to be the real big driver.