After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 172 - 171: Spring Has Arrived

Watermelon Video came in with a fury, and the industry cried out that the wolf had come.

However, among the original video platforms, the biggest impact was not on Douyin or Kuai Shou, but on Bilibili, which had been seeking a transformation.

ByteDance had clearly conducted an in-depth market research and found short videos were too short, long videos were too long, so they finally chose mid-length videos of 1-20 minutes.

Bilibili was known for its long videos, and somehow, it seemed the longer the video, the better.

After babbling on and on without ever getting to the point, Bilibili had already caused much dissatisfaction among users.

There were also a bunch of self-righteous original second-dimensional users who looked down on this and that platform and were very resistant to outsiders, causing a lot of grief for many bloggers.

A large number of video creators, having received the news, began to shift platforms, and if it really came down to choosing sides, they would likely abandon Bilibili without hesitation, unless they couldn't make money on Watermelon.

Chen Rui was an innocent victim, crying and fainting in the bathroom.

Approaching noon, Lu Liang signed and confirmed the documents, updating the net value of Tianxing II private equity.

This month's net value was only 2.534, only a 0.194 increase from last month, and a 1.7% fall compared to the first phase.

But this was a fund with an initial capital of one billion dollars, so even a 0.194 increase in net value amounted to earnings of 194 million dollars.

If there were such earnings every month, the total annual earnings would be 2.28 billion dollars, a return of 228%.

With such a high rate of return, who needs a bicycle?

In short, Lu Liang had exceeded the annual performance target by shorting the British Pounds.

Even if he stopped now and didn't earn another penny.

Even if there were losses, as long as the net value was above 2 at settlement, there would still be plenty of people waving their cash eagerly wanting to come in for the next phase.

It wasn't just about turning one dollar into two, but turning one billion dollars into two billion dollars.

Vanguard led the world because they managed assets in the trillions of dollars, achieving a minimum annual return of 15.5% over the past five years, representing 155 billion dollars.

The more funds there are, the harder it is to manage.

"The total asset scale is 2.776 billion dollars."

"US stocks took up 1.388 billion dollars."

"A-shares took up 832.8 million dollars."

"There is still 5.552 million dollars."

"I invested 156.7 million dollars in Ningde."

"That leaves 398.5 million dollars."

With nearly four hundred million dollars in liquid funds, Lu Liang thought about how to spend it.

Money not spent, just lying in an account, would only depreciate, which was a form of despicable waste.

Regarding the new energy industry, apart from the financing agreed with Li Xiang next month, he didn't want to invest in anything else for the time being.

The market was overheated at the moment. Even the valuation of Ai Bao electric bicycles had been inflated by 30%.

The national three-trillion support fund had a profound impact, driving the whole market into a frenzy.

Now, at the peak of the tide, even nearly bankrupt LeEco had raised one billion dollars, making him cough up blood in astonishment.

Who knows how many enterprises like LeEco there still are - if one wasn't cautious with investing, they could end up buying in at the peak.

Lu Liang shifted his focus internationally. The citizens of Old England couldn't afford to play the game, personally feeling the negative effects of currency devaluation.

A million people marched in the streets, applying to initiate a second national referendum; this time, they definitely wouldn't vote for Brexit again.

However, at the time of the vote, out of over thirty-three million voters, 17.17 million had voted for Brexit, far surpassing the opposition by 1.22 million.

David Cameron hadn't taken it seriously, stating it was just temporary pain, darkness before dawn, a bright future was waiting for them.

Right now, he was like a woman who had initiated a divorce, with the decision already made and being implemented, determined to prove that her choice was correct.

He was gambling that the EU, this big family, would fall apart without Great Britain, as if the divorced woman always felt she was very important.

As long as the EU crumbled, even if it was just a facade of unity, they could return to the exalted status they had before marriage, sought after by many.

Unlike the divorced woman, however, Old England could afford to wait.

This process might take ten or even fifteen years, but he believed time would prove everything.

All day long, Lu Liang had been perusing related news, until the clock struck midnight.

"So stubborn."

Silence filled the air; not a sound could be heard.

This also meant that his idea of going long on British Pounds after Old England's second referendum had fallen flat.

The next day, Lu Liang received a phone call from Liu Mingxuan inviting him to his home.

"Are you free this evening?" he asked, having cooked up a feast of four dishes and a soup, very sumptuous.

"Nothing much."

Lu Liang was puzzled, the house was practically empty, as if no one had lived there for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "Where's your wife?"

"She's gone back to her hometown to prepare for childbirth, the due date is roughly early next month."

Liu Mingxuan smiled, opened five or six bottles of beer, seemingly ready for a good, hearty drink.

"What's happening today?"

The puzzled look on Lu Liang's face intensified.

"Both she and I are only children, it's not ideal to keep staying in Modu. If something happens to the elders at home, I'm afraid we might not even have someone around to care for them."

Puffing on a cigarette and sipping his beer, Liu Mingxuan talked about how he had already sold the house, and he had a high-speed train ticket for the next morning, but before leaving, he wanted to meet with Lu Liang for one last drink.

Lu Liang remained silent, drinking most of a bottle himself, and after a long while, he asked, "Have you figured out what you're going to do back home?"

Liu Mingxuan laughed and said, "Her family has a small factory, and there are some connections, I plan to go back and get into e-commerce."

Lu Liang pondered for a moment, then said, "You might want to keep an eye on Pinduoduo; it seems to have quite a bit of growth potential."

Last year, Pinduoduo had launched, and amidst a nearly solidified e-commerce market, it forcefully carved out a slice of the pie for itself.

And it was currently in a state of wild growth, far easier to make a name for oneself than in the established systems of JD and Taobao.

Although it's synonymous with 'cheap,' nearly 600 million people in the country still have a monthly income of less than 1,000 Yuan.

When Taobao started, it went through the same process, and Jack Ma was even called the king of knock-offs, only just this year he became Ma Ba Ba.

It was a pity that Lu Liang came into money too late, missing the A and B rounds of financing; currently, Pinduoduo's valuation had reached 18 billion US dollars.

With the financial and traffic support from Tencent, he saw no chance for himself to enter the fray.

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"I will go take a look," Liu Mingxuan said earnestly, after all, not many people received personal advice from Lu God.

"Wishing you a safe and prosperous journey."

Lu Liang raised his glass; having been in Modu for so many years, he was accustomed to the departures of friends and didn't have much else to offer in the way of help.

Liu Mingxuan probably wasn't short on funds, because the house had been bought back when Lu Liang helped him get ahead in sales.

With the real estate market now booming, it should be worth more than five million.

He initially made a 70% down payment, nearly a full payment, and the mortgage was paid off by 2012, pocketing over five million.

"Once a young man with ambitions everywhere, envying the geese flying south~~" Liu Mingxuan suddenly began to hum a tune.

Lu Liang's face darkened, and he glared, "Can you not be so melodramatic?"

"Liang, Liang, the one I can't let go of is you," Liu Mingxuan said with a face full of sorrow.

"Don't make me smack you down."

"Bring it on; after this, even if you wanted to hit me, you'll not get the chance."

Lu Liang glanced over, took out his phone, and opened Weibo: "This one, and this one too, I've slept with them."

"Damn, you've even scored with my Ai Bao."

Liu Mingxuan's face darkened, then suddenly he grinned, trying to butter up, asking with a sycophantic smile, "Was it good?"

He understood Lu Liang; the people he would brag about were not the ones he truly cared about.

Liu Mingxuan was no exception.

In the past, when Liu Mingxuan casually mingled, he'd even take sneak photos of the full backside of his jogging buddies and send them to Lu Liang to show off his charm with women.

As for his now wife, it wasn't until his wedding day that he introduced her very formally to Lu Liang.

Lu Liang grinned wickedly: "Your Ai Bao used to be thinner, she's gained some weight, fairly plump."

"Go to hell, drink up."

Liu Mingxuan appeared indignant, the wheel of fate turns, no one is spared by heaven, and now it was his turn to defend.

They drank until after two in the afternoon, with Liu Mingxuan practically passed out, ending up asleep on the table.

Lu Liang had five bottles but was still standing,

He helped him up to the sofa and covered him with a coat.

Leaving behind a red envelope of 2000 Yuan for his soon-to-be-born nephew, or niece.

Lu Liang walked out of the house and found it was raining, a fine mist in the air with a kind of sticky feel.

"Spring is here, another new year."