After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 569 - 564: Marketing Still Relies on Mr. Lu

"The biggest compromise in life is ’since we’re here anyway.’

Early the next morning, the four of them, Lu Liang included, left the hospital and headed to Potala Palace.

After all, since they’re already here, they’re just one step away from concluding the journey on a perfect note.

If they were to cancel due to a small accident along the way, it would be disrespectful to the many online fans.

"But I want to say one thing first."

Lu Liang glanced at Chen Jinchun, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a bandaged head, and said to the camera, "I gave her a week of paid leave. She could totally rest in the hospital for three to five days, recover, and then enjoy local attractions."

"But I don’t get why she insists on coming."

"Mr. Lu, the doctor said I’m fine. I don’t want to stay in the hospital," Chen Jinchun mumbled.

Ever since she was a child, she’s had a natural aversion to hospitals. In all these years, apart from her dad’s kidney stone surgery, she’s never been to a hospital.

She dislikes the smell of disinfectant in there, and she definitely doesn’t want to be left alone to recuperate. She wants to go back to Modu with them this afternoon.

"Alright, suit yourself," Lu Liang chuckled, taking in the palace sights.

The local leaders, concerned they might meet more accidents, proactively arranged several guides for them.

Not only to protect their safety but also to ensure they could see places ordinary tourists couldn’t access.

But honestly, besides the altar, there wasn’t much to see. Even the stories of the heavenly sacrifices were pretty ordinary.

With a history of five thousand years, the land has seen much blood. Where doesn’t the yellow earth bury people? Massacres, entrapment, sacrifices were just routine.

This life is about driving 318; what’s important is not the destination but the journey, those sights, those people, those events.

Not just Lu Liang; even the millions of livestream viewers were not very interested in the sights and stories. They’d rather hear Lu Liang tell the follow-up from yesterday.

Like, did someone intentionally hire a hitman?

Because there’s footage showing, at a nearby intersection, that the truck seemed to accelerate suddenly.

Also, what happened to the driver?

And why did Lu Liang build the car so tough; was he anticipating such incidents?

Rumor has it that the truck, loaded with stainless steel parts, carried 13 tons of cargo when it was supposed to only hold 4.2 tons, four times over the limit.

The impact force from that moment would’ve been too much for even a Volvo, but Tianxing’s new car withstood it.

While it wasn’t a direct collision, just a hit on the right front corner, it withstood it nonetheless.

Today’s livestream had at least twice the viewership of yesterday’s, almost reaching ten million, with most tuning in to hear Lu Liang’s follow-up on yesterday’s incident, to get the scoop firsthand.

Yet, Lu Liang acted as if nothing had happened.

If it weren’t for Xiao Chen remote-controlling the electric wheelchair joyfully and the bandage atop her head, proving yesterday’s events,

they might doubt if the car accident was some Mandela effect—imagining it happened when it didn’t.

"In this day and age, where are all these conspiracy theories coming from?"

Lu Liang couldn’t help but chuckle, pondering for a bit, hoping to steer them away from wild guesses that might undermine governmental credibility.

So he casually found a step to sit on, sipping locally brewed butter tea, discussing yesterday’s aftermath: "It was just a driver trying to rush a yellow light..."

While he said it so, in truth, yesterday, on their way to the hospital, the accident had already been officially investigated and taken seriously.

After all, it involved him in such a sensitive region, known for years of unrest.

A minor viewpoint sees it as corporate retribution, but on a larger scale, it might hint at a faction’s attempt at division.

Lu Liang has some international fame.

Thus, the driver’s past three generations have been thoroughly investigated. He himself has been in the transport industry for 14 years, and he’s rushed yellow lights at that intersection countless times.

Although the road surveillance didn’t cover a long duration, the driver has had instances of failing a yellow light, unintentionally running a red, five years ago when traffic lights were newly installed.

Pre-meditation does sound far-fetched, just sheer unfortunate accident.

There had been a few accidents before too, none fatal, just some compensation, with hefty insurance coverage letting them roam unchecked.

"Seems like his license is getting revoked and they’re currently negotiating compensations."

Lu Liang furrowed his brow, discreetly moving the butter tea out of the camera’s view.

It tastes neither like tea nor soup, even Old Guang’s sweet soup felt different; such an odd flavor, he wasn’t a fan.

"Is the punishment so light?" The viewers were disappointed.

Recent years have seen the reputation of truck drivers plummet.

Always the same lament: life is tough, we’re all struggling.

Yet once on the road, they’re kings, using their size to cut through and force their way when they can.

Even enraged drivers dare not speak up because hitting a luxury car means just compensation, but hitting a truck, your life might be on the line.

"As long as everyone’s okay."

Lu Liang smiled, generously, but with a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.

Compensation can bankrupt him, and not only will his license be revoked, but he likely won’t continue in the industry either.

Last night, Lu Liang briefly mentioned to the transportation department leader that while this is a great place, cherished by the nation and citizens, road safety should be enhanced.

Lu Liang indirectly warned the transportation leader right in front of a top official, knowing he won’t be coming back, not fearing any offense.

The other broke into a cold sweat, assured with chest thumps, vowing stricter traffic safety regulations coming soon.

As a contributor to local traffic regulations, where could a driver like him find place anymore?

"As for why make the car so sturdy, huh? Do you even know what you’re saying?"

Lu Liang suddenly donned a serious face and boldly stated: "Shouldn’t cars be more robust?"

In such a natural tone, leaving the streaming car company executives speechless.

They know Tianxing procured Tesla’s integrated die-casting, hence the confidence.

Lucid on screen, Lu Liang mused: "Honestly, we’ve made great efforts and spent considerable energy ensuring the safety of passengers inside."

He suddenly panned the camera down the mountain, showing a truck hauling yesterday’s wrecked coupe.

This car saved their lives, and Lu Liang plans to bring it to Su City for the May new energy car exhibition.

He surprisingly revealed, "Though it’s the first car off our assembly line, its number isn’t 0001 but 0196."

"And do you know what this signifies?" Lu Liang gave a bitter smile: "It represents 195 cars have been tested before."

"Whoa, that many test cars!? What happened to them?" the viewers exclaimed.

"But I think it’s all worth it. Human life is paramount. If car-making doesn’t strive to fully ensure passenger safety, why make cars then?"

Righteous and indignant, Lu Liang was excellent at teasing, stopped halfway through, shifting the camera back to Xiao Chen posing for photos.

Though bandaged and wheelchair-bound, she still courageously stood up, donned ethnic garments, striking poses.

"Once she’s better and back on the job, we’ll release a documentary, like a behind-the-scenes look at our factory, detailing vehicle safety tests."

With a smile, feeling he’d paved enough ground, Lu Liang laughed suddenly, "These days with you have been pleasant, but every good story has an ending. This marks the official end of this journey’s livestream."

"To thank everyone for your support, in a bit, we’ll host a giveaway on Tianxing Automobile’s official Douyin account."

"We’ll draw 300 spots for the launch event, covering food, lodging, round-trip business class, as an invitation for you to visit Su City, thanking everyone for their support."

"Brief farewells bring better reunions. Looking forward to our next meeting."

Lu Liang smiled, pausing for a moment without hurrying to end the stream, letting the viewer comments take their time.

He gestured for Chen Jinchun, along with Li Jiahui and Liao Jie nearby, "Come say hi to everyone."

"Thank you for your support over the past seven days."

"Bye-bye~"

They bowed deeply, closing the livestream.

Even as the stream ended, millions of fans with nowhere to go kept the buzz, ensuring related topics trended.

Because in the last ten days of December, one could see countless people pondering the possible explanations behind what really went on.

For instance, why was the number on the first car off the line 196, and where did those 195 test cars go?

And, when will that car documentary Lu Liang mentioned be released?

"Ah, Mr. Lu really has a knack for marketing. Mr. Lei can only be called Little Lei from now on."

Li Xiang couldn’t help but express his thoughts.

The seven-day livestream raised the viewers’ expectations infinitely high, eagerly awaiting the new car launch day, but if mishandled, it could backfire.

Unless they keep the excitement alive all along.

The whereabouts of the 195 test cars and the car documentary Lu Liang mentioned are exactly what will keep the anticipation building up perfectly over the next 23 days, until the new car launch.

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