After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 573 - 568: The Victor’s Compassion

"Isn’t it?"

Liang smiled, took Wang Chuting’s hand, and placed it under his nose: "Beauty like a flower, the more you smell, the sweeter it gets."

Wang Chuting rolled her eyes, stayed silent for a long time, and couldn’t help but sigh: "I was really worried about you at the time."

In recent years, Lu Liang has developed rapidly, offending countless people overtly and covertly. If anyone wanted to deal with him, this westward journey was a perfect opportunity.

A dump truck could hit, and everything would vanish into the wind.

"I can tell you were worried, but you haven’t answered my previous question." Lu Liang smiled persistently.

Wang Chuting feigned ignorance: "What question?"

She didn’t have a father, growing up she was reliant on her mom, along with her grandparents.

All she had seen and heard over the years told her not to talk about emotions, just talk about money.

Because talking about money only brings one concern: whether you have more or less of it.

If you talk about emotions, there are a pile of worries, and people feel powerless.

Lu Liang stared at her for a long time.

Wang Chuting felt uneasy, bit her lip, grew determined, and pressed him down, demanding: "What are you looking at?"

"I think you’re beautiful, increasingly womanly."

Lu Liang grinned, hands resting behind his head, although he was looking up, it felt like he was gazing down from above.

Wang Chuting frowned in displeasure; she felt the need to let Lu Liang know who was in control.

Her nimble fingers crept in from his waist, like ants or snakes, roaming over Lu Liang’s chest, occasionally tapping the sharp points.

Lu Liang couldn’t help but ask: "Is it okay now?"

"The risk is in the first three months, now it’s already the fourth month."

Wang Chuting rolled her eyes, said irritably: "Tonight, just lie there for me, and don’t make that annoying face."

In a relationship, the one who takes it seriously first, loses. She’s always been a winner, and she still doesn’t want to lose.

Lu Liang laughed, took the corner of his coat to cover his face, muffled: "Can we now?"

Previously he wouldn’t cooperate, but for some reason, tonight he’s willing to yield a bit.

Perhaps it’s the generosity of a winner.

But Wang Chuting was silent for a long time, prompting Lu Liang to ask: "What’s wrong?"

"What kind of stupid pants are these, why are they so hard to take off?"

Wang Chuting wiped her eyes, reined in her emotions, blaming Lu Liang’s pants.

"If you can’t take them off, why not use scissors?"

"I’m afraid I can’t resist and just cut it straight."

Wang Chuting suddenly chuckled like an old witch from a fairy tale, enticing: "Anyway, we’ve got a daughter now, a son soon, maybe let’s not bother."

"You could let it go?"

"Why not? With technology so advanced now, it’s okay to use artificial rather than natural."

"Give it a rest."

Accompanied by a symphony, a night of indulgence.

...

The next morning, Lu Liang opened his eyes to see Wang Chuting holding a tablet, watching a live stream.

He leaned in and, amused, asked: "Don’t tell me you bought shares and even got lucky?"

"Yes, the chance this time was so high. I only subscribed for 100,000 shares, and got 20,000, a 20% chance."

Wang Chuting was pleased, but suddenly realized Lu Liang was an expert in this area. His comments implied getting Xiaomi stock wasn’t exactly good news.

"Didn’t you wonder why such a big group had such a high chance rate on its debut day?"

Lu Liang poked fun—a larger company’s IPO typically has a high success rate, but Xiaomi’s 20% rate is too high.

Normally, 10% would be more average because bigger companies pre-IPO have more influence, avoiding institutional interference.

Like when Panda went public, the initial IPO price was US$1.98, but institutions contracted for US$1.78.

Initially earning each $0.20 per share, due to overhype, shares rose to $2.20 in New York.

From $1.78 to $2.20, the $0.42 increase per share was the institutions’ profit—quite plentiful.

Similarly with Xiaomi today, its initial release price was 17 Hong Kong Dollars, never changed during roadshows.

Though Lu Liang didn’t partake, he guessed the contracted price was no lower than HK$16.9, potentially sold at initial prices.

It signaled institutions didn’t foresee good first-day performance, with less shares contracted, prices near initial values, fewer subscriptions, higher success rates.

Profitable trades attract people, losing trades do not.

High success rate, inherently revealing issues.

"Could it be it’ll fall below issue price?" Wang Chuting was bewildered; this was her secret piggy bank, money from Lu Liang used for her studio.

"Seems earning a lot is unlikely, but a small gain or loss, remains uncertain."

Lu Liang leaned against Wang Chuting, watching Xiaomi’s IPO live.

Over in Xiangjiang, IPOs retain ceremonial flair—incense offerings, sacrifices, thanking divine favor, and promising continued effort.

The bell was a brass one, adhering to original rites.

Approaching 9:30, a crisp bell rang, marking Xiaomi’s official listing.

"No drop below issue price~"

Wang Chuting smiled, unable to hide her joy as shares opened at HK$17.85.

Initially rising 5%, her account’s HK$340,000 rapidly morphed into HK$357,000, a HK$17,000 gain.

"Don’t celebrate too soon, wait and see." Lu Liang smiled, urging her to carefully check the trend chart.

The initial upward trend hadn’t fully formed before slipping sharply to HK$16.12.

From 5% up to -5.12% down, in barely three seconds.

Wang Chuting was momentarily lost, anxiously grabbing Lu Liang’s arm, asking: "What now?"

"If you can bear it, sell at a loss; if not, buy more at day end, but you might be continually adding."

Lu Liang suddenly laughed as the live camera switched to Lei Jun.

Xiangjiang media knew how to stir things up, wanting the IPO failure’s effect on the chairman.

Instead, he and fellow execs smiled widely, without first-day drop concerns.

The screen played a commentator’s joke: "Mr. Lei seems fully in command, perhaps anticipating the drop..."

"Lei Jun that bastard can even laugh!"

Wang Chuting angrily sold all her stocks outright, unwilling to buy more, preferring other stock options.

She turned to buying Ningde Era, complaining: "Can it really reach a trillion?"

"Believe and it will, disbelieve and it won’t." Lu Liang laughed wryly, stretched, heading to the bathroom to wash.

Inspiration hit Wang Chuting, so she quickly followed him to the bathroom door, leaning on the frame, sweetly pleading: "Dear Liang, could you invite Mr. Lei for me?"

Xiaomi’s IPO drop had sparked online backlash, and she loved chasing trends and traffic.

If she could get Lei Jun interviewed for her Hall of Fame, it would be sensational.

"Really you don’t need me; invite now, he might just agree."

Lu Liang brushed his teeth, explaining Lei Jun planned strategically, needing shareholder and market attention.

He also needed a channel to voice, crafting an explanation.

Wang Chuting’s online reach now held sway beyond mainstream media, in some ways surpassing it.

Mainstream media eyed self-media traffic, but won’t lower their status to embrace it.

Yet, industry trends mirrored online dramas years ago—initially disliked by big-screen actors but now chased.

Because stars need recognition, without it their price drops, and a blockbuster web drama can make someone a top star—a tempting effect.

"Is Xiaomi going into car production?" Wang Chuting was taken aback, once unclaimed, the field became crowded.

Suddenly she looked at Lu Liang admiringly, like a young girl; Lu Liang since three years ago had advocated for the industry.

He’s been the flag-bearer for new energy, until now as new cars near launch.

"Hey, you guys didn’t invite me?" Wang Chuting realized she hadn’t gotten invited to the launch.

"A web influencer with millions of followers."

Lu Liang wiped his face, put down the towel, and suddenly lifted Wang Chuting’s chin, smiling: "Sweetheart, just use your charm."

"That’s more like it."

Wang Chuting tossed her head arrogantly.

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