After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 566 - 561: Friction Escalation

"Mr. Lu, try the specialty latte from our small shop."

Yang Xiaoxiao glanced at Chen Jinchun, who was playing with a dog at the entrance, her face full of nervousness: "Mr. Lu, do you remember me?"

Ever since she heard that Lu Liang was driving to Lhasa, she had eagerly awaited their reunion every single day.

Sometimes she had to go out, but she didn’t dare leave for too long, fearing she might miss the last opportunity to see him in this lifetime.

Lu Liang whispered: "How could I forget, Miss Qingyin."

On top of feeling delighted, Yang Xiaoxiao playfully glared: "Mr. Lu, just call me Xiaoxiao."

She had always tried to forget the past, unwilling to mention it, even afraid of others finding out, except for Lu Liang who was an exception, because if that past was forgotten, Lu Liang wouldn’t remember her.

"Miss Yang, how have you been these past two years?"

Lu Liang smiled, sipping his coffee while surveying the small shop’s décor, decorated with Tibetan prayer flags, prayer wheels, and various distinctive small ornaments, the walls lined with photos of travelers.

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Yang Xiaoxiao pouted and glanced at the two cars at the entrance, one a Porsche Macan and the other a Toyota Prado.

She always trusted Lu Liang, investing the full 2 million, subscribing to the Tianxing Public Fund, and also holding Ningde Era’s stocks long-term, waiting for the day its market value would surpass a trillion.

Leaving it untouched for over a year, her assets more than doubled, and the café added a guesthouse project, along with income from social media, bringing in at least 300,000 yuan net income a month.

She is now, without a doubt, a millionaire in her own right.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

As they chatted while walking, they reached the backyard.

The front yard served as the store and café, while the backyard was a guesthouse. There was a young man watering the plants in the small yard.

He was tall and quite handsome, and if he stood next to Yang Xiaoxiao, they should look like quite a couple.

Yang Xiaoxiao muttered softly, with a hint of reproach in her words: "Mr. Lu, I still don’t have a boyfriend."

She had deleted all her old WeChat friends, leaving only Lu Liang.

When she left Modu, she had said that if she ever blackened Lu Liang, it would mean she had a boyfriend, and they would then become strangers.

"Haven’t met the right one?" Lu Liang was surprised, obviously having forgotten about this.

"Maybe," Yang Xiaoxiao nodded, looking at Lu Liang with an inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

Perhaps because she once acted as a Welfare Girl, she had seen too much of men’s unpleasant sides.

Or maybe it was due to being in Chengdu, where everything except Tianfu Avenue was winding.

She had been single for the past two years.

But strangely enough, she didn’t mind the memories of her time in Modu with Lu Liang.

"Mr. Lu, I noticed you added a guesthouse here..."

The Labradoodle got so annoyed that it burrowed into the doghouse, and Xiao Chen was upset, running over to find Lu Liang.

She then noticed the two were talking and exclaimed in surprise: "Mr. Lu, you know the owner here?"

"We met once in the past," Lu Liang nodded.

Yang Xiaoxiao beamed, reaching out for a handshake: "Hello, Xiao Chen, I’ve watched your videos and really like them."

She suddenly invited: "I noticed your livestream seemed to end today, and it’s getting late, why don’t you stay here?"

"Sure..."

Chen Jinchun was simple-minded and hadn’t thought much, but glanced at Lu Liang before finishing her sentence.

She really liked the decoration style here, which was great for photos, though she wasn’t sure if Boss Lu would be comfortable staying.

"Mr. Lu, if you stay here, it certainly will bring great honor to this humble abode."

Yang Xiaoxiao looked at Lu Liang imploringly, with a touch of coquetry in her tone.

"Whatever is fine, just find me a clean and quiet room," Lu Liang nodded slightly.

"No problem," Yang Xiaoxiao’s face lit up with joy: "Mr. Lu, we also offer dinner here, I’ll go tell the chef to prepare some more dishes tonight."

Lu Liang made a sound of acknowledgment, when suddenly his phone rang, and he stepped aside to answer it.

"Old Xu, do you feel something is a bit off?"

Xiao Chen furrowed her brow, feeling puzzled, and suddenly called out to Xu Jiawei, who was passing by.

This time, they were not only on a four-person road trip, but were also followed by two commercial Mercedes.

Xu Jiawei, Fang Shiyu, and Lu Liang’s security team were in the back, helping to handle some travel chores and unforeseen business matters.

"Sister Chen, maybe you’re overthinking it," Xu Jiawei replied with some guilt, only Chen Jinchun couldn’t see the relationship between the two.

His Sister Chen was still an innocent little girl, needing her values to be well nurtured.

One couldn’t help but admire, as they say, a whip cannot reach, but the boss’s whip is exceptionally long.

From Modu to Chengdu, two thousand kilometers apart, yet he still ran into his old flame.

"Really?"

Sherlock Chen didn’t succeed in her analysis, glaring: "You’re so annoying, I’ve told you not to call me Sister Chen."

Xu Jiawei chuckled dryly: "Alright, Sister Xiao Chen."

"..." Chen Jinchun was speechless.

"Has the friction escalated?"

Lu Liang frowned, as Sun Yutao called, just after the National News Bureau spokesman gave a speech.

They planned to impose a 25% tariff on 545 types of goods from the United States, including agricultural products, precision parts, and seafood, among others.

The total value coincidentally matched exactly 34 billion US Dollars, the same as the total value of the US-imposed tariffs on their goods.

Their countermeasure signaled an escalation, unless someone conceded, there was no room for negotiation.

"Keep the funds in place for now, wait for my message, in two more days, I should be back."

Lu Liang looked at the date, it was April 3rd, exactly as the voice predicted.

Though minor issues and the butterfly effect persisted, the unchangeable international situation had yet to be proven wrong.

That night, the news reached the United States, and a White House spokesman urgently held a press conference, making a statement.

An official date of July 6th was set for the tariff, and several high-tech companies including Huawei were added to the entity list.

From now on, they prohibit any European and American companies from selling them related products and technologies, pressuring TSMC to immediately cease wafer foundry services.

The East Country’s self-developed chips were only 12 nanometers, still only in design, unable to achieve mass production, requiring outsourcing to manufacturer.

The current mainstream market chip is 7 nanometers, and only a few companies globally, such as TSMC, can manufacture them.

They targeted the industry’s Achilles’ heel, planning to replicate the 1980s strategy. Just like dismembering Neon’s semiconductor industry, they aim to dismantle East Country’s leading tech firms.

Because semiconductor chips as today’s essential components are irreplaceable.

From smartphones and computers to cars and industrial equipment, semiconductor chips are everywhere.

If East Country’s high-precision application chip area is obliterated, it’s akin to the Trisolarians locking Earth’s technology.

"What should come has come."

Lu Liang sighed deeply, faced with this situation, even if his resources multiplied by ten, he was powerless.

He could only silently cheer on Huawei, hoping it could survive this crisis peacefully.

If a catastrophe falls, the taller ones will take the brunt, but if the taller ones can’t withstand it, it will be the shorter ones’ turn.

No eggs remain intact under an overturned nest, if Lu Liang could help, he certainly would, but he had no way to do so.

At night, Lu Liang was still browsing international news, observing various country governments’ positions on this matter.

Just like a widely circulated Panda meme, a Panda stands on one leg on a table, provocatively shouting: "All of you come if you dare~"

Except for a few small countries in Africa and Latin America, who only cheered a few times, they were just as isolated and helpless.

Absolutely like before, one-on-one against the crowd.

"Mr. Lu, are you resting yet?"

Yang Xiaoxiao’s voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, Lu Liang walked over to open it.

"No, not yet. What’s up?"

"I thought it would be better to sleep if you have a cup of warm milk since it’s good for sleep," said Yang Xiaoxiao brightly, her delicate makeup contrasting with the glimpse of lace of her pajamas.

"Is that so?"

Lu Liang smiled and reached out to take the milk to avoid spilling it, then suddenly pulled Yang Xiaoxiao into his arms with a smile and said, "Why do I feel like holding you will help me sleep better?"

He would be careful, considering they had once been close.

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