After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future

Beijing time, two thirty in the morning.

With the completion of the final transaction worth $23 million, the mission for Tianxing Private Equity Fund concluded perfectly.

"Wenhui, Huanfang is just building cars behind closed doors for too long; the Firefly algorithm is even better than the models used by top-notch institutions."

Being able to close positions an hour and a half early, market sentiment is indeed important, but the Firefly No. 1's powerful algorithm technology is the key.

"Actually, we should have realized earlier, Big A is the most brutal financial market in the world. It not only has T+1 transaction restrictions but also billions of investors and all kinds of unreasonable bullish and bearish news."

"In times of peace, soldiers cannot compare to warriors who have undergone the baptism of blood and gunfire."

Lu Liang felt deeply moved. He didn't understand technology, but he could comprehend the transaction rate of quantitative trading.

Firefly No. 1's transaction rate was 92%, representing 300 orders per second, with only 24 failed trades.

In contrast to those big Wall Street institutions like Blackstone Fund's 'Halley Comet' AI model, publicly available information shows a transaction rate of only 88%.

Lu Liang suddenly had a premonition that compared to the cold billions of dollars added to the account, Firefly No. 1's performance might be the biggest gain of this operation.

"Mr. Lu, you're too kind. Firefly No. 1 still has quite a few shortcomings." Liang Wenhu smiled bitterly, feeling unworthy of Lu Liang's praise.

Lu Liang did not understand technology, which is why he believed Firefly No. 1 has surpassed all quantitative models in the world, becoming number one.

In the field of AI algorithms, the gap between first and second is often as large as between a human and a pig.

If Firefly No. 1 were truly world number one, then, to be precise, its transaction rate should be 99.99%, with the first having a dimension-reduction effect on the second.

92%, 88%, actually, there is no essential difference; they still belong to the same tier of products.

"It's very rare to get such results on just a small trial of the knife."

Lu Liang put his arm around Liang Wenhu's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let Yutao take care of the follow-up finishing work; let's go downstairs to freshen up and change outfits, get ready for the celebration banquet."

An hour ago, when he learned that it took Firefly No. 1 only 25 minutes to close the billion-dollar position.

At that time, Lu Liang knew the market no longer had opposing forces; they were all helping him sail smoothly.

Today would definitely finish early, so he contacted Hao Meng Film and Television's Wu Tianzheng and Meng Changkun in advance. <subt>.</subt>

Money was not a problem, so he asked them to book a venue and bring a few cars full of female models and stars to reward the brothers who worked hard for months.

After all, all the company's traders were men, and they had been in the company for the past few months, strictly prohibited from gambling or drug use, and couldn't contact the outside world; they were probably all pent-up till now.

Now that the project is over,

It's time to let them indulge properly.

The two went downstairs to the baths to freshen up and change; amidst idle chat, Lu Liang suddenly asked if Liang Wenhu had any celebrities he particularly admired.

Liang Wenhu was hesitant, looking embarrassed, but couldn't resist Lu Liang's constant questioning. He mumbled, "Actually, Fan Bingqing seems nice."

Lu Liang laughed, feeling admiration, "Indeed nice, after all these years, the title of the top vase in domestic entertainment remains unchallenged."

He pondered for a moment, stood up from the pool, patted Liang Wenhu's shoulder, "Clean up well; I'll think of a way and see if I can invite her over."

"Lu, can it really be done?" Liang Wenhu suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, his face was full of excitement, and no longer shy, only a yearning for beautiful things.

Although Huanfang Quantitative has over 3 billion in assets under management, he also has the nickname 'Little Luliang' in the industry, but his personal assets had just crossed tens of millions this year, and he still owed a mortgage at the start of the year, which he has just settled recently.

As for money, he doesn't have much.

Regarding social status, he doesn't quite have any, at most he can only play with third or fourth-tier small celebrities.

Someone like International Fan, even though she's banned, was once top-tier, to him, it's like a toad wanting to eat swan meat.

"Since you called me Lu, there's no such thing as impossible."

Lu Liang laughed, walked out of the bathhouse, picked up the phone placed in the locker room, and dialed Yang Mi's number.

"What are you doing?"

"Shooting night scenes."

"Help me contact Fan Bingqing, I have a friend who admires her and would like to invite her for a drink."

Upon hearing Lu Liang's words, Yang Mi's face turned dark. If not for the crew looking on, she would have cursed him out.

But she lowered her voice, annoyed, "Why should I care about your friend's appreciation? You think I'm the madam of a brothel?"

Lu Liang chuckled, though that's indeed what he thought, he wasn't foolish enough to say it outright.

He said, "Friends helping each other is perfectly normal, that mortgage loan, no interest for six months."

Last year Xiao Cui tore down International Fan, exposing the exorbitant dual contract, causing a tax storm to sweep the entire entertainment industry.

Yang Mi wanted to be the first artist to proactively pay taxes, yet tried everything but still had a funding gap of 180 million yuan.

So she had to sell Pang Di and use her properties in Beijing and Modu, totaling four, to mortgage 180 million yuan with Tianxing.

For a period of two years, with an annual interest rate of 7%.

No interest for six months meant a 6.3 million yuan reduction in interest, that was her intermediary fee, just said more tactfully.

Upon hearing, Yang Mi softened her tone, "Bingqing is always thinking about a comeback but getting in touch with her will be troublesome."

"No interest for a year," Lu Liang continued.

"Hehe, how can I possibly not get embarrassed, alright, leave it to me."

Yang Mi, in a jolly mood and explained, "I'll take care of contacting her, but I don't guarantee success. It's not me being difficult, I genuinely don't have the ability to make her meet your friend."

"I never expected you to have that ability. Let her know the ban by the dragon mark only applies domestically, Hollywood is beyond its reach."

Lu Liang had confidence in arranging a meeting between International Fan and Liang Wenhu due to understanding these banned artists' mentality.

Especially for International Fan, money isn't her concern; otherwise, she wouldn't have paid 800 million in taxes in such a short time, just for a slim chance of a comeback.

The key is the psychological gap; before, she was in the limelight, surrounded by admiration wherever she went. Now, no one dares to inquire, her circle friends dare not even mention her name.

Everyone desires to be needed, especially for those financially free, like how she is now doing charity and community service just hoping to return.

Lu Liang naturally wouldn't confront the dragon mark for her, but arranging her re-debut in Hollywood is not difficult.

"Such a vague promise, not easy for me to handle, could you offer something solid?" Yang Mi was curious what Lu Liang might offer.

Lu Liang said, "I am the major shareholder of DC Studio, DC has quite a few projects in the latter half of the year, there could be a female lead role for her."

"Even if it's DC, if International Fan joins the film, it can't enter the domestic market, right?" Yang Mi queried.

"Let her star in an R-rated film, after all, R-rated films can't enter anyway, so it doesn't matter."

Marvel's Deadpool series, DC's planned Joker series, all belong to unsanitary, drug scenes, nudity, grotesque content and profanity R-rated films.

R-rated films, though not introduced into mainland, can be screened in Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and overseas countries.

Moreover, this deal,

For Lu Liang, may not necessarily be a pure loss.

International Fan still holds influence, what she lacks is precisely this chance.

Hollywood producers couldn't miss seeing this, but they dared not gamble.

Lu Liang, however, doesn't mind, should he win, everyone rejoices, International Fan re-debuts overseas. Should he lose, it's a way to win over Liang Wenhu, which is worthwhile.

Yang Mi responded sourly, "Why didn't Pang Di and I get such a treatment."

"Could you ask less questions that hurt feelings, bye, update me soon."

"Hehe, as if we have feelings. Wait for my message."

After ending the call, Lu Liang returned to the lounge.

Changed clothes, and prepared to go out with Liang Wenhu, Yang Mi called, "Give me an address, she happens to be in Modu."

"Bund Road 112, Bling Star."

Lu Liang gave Liang Wenhu a nod, which made Liang Wenhu so excited he couldn't stop fiddling with his hairstyle.

Lu Liang laughed, then told Yang Mi, "Thanks, do you want to join the fun?"

"No go, got to film."

"How about Pang Di? Is she in Modu?"

"No, goodbye."

Upon hearing the busy tone from the other end, Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh, found Meng Changkun's number, asked how the preparations were, if all was ready they would head over now.

"Old Wu brought over the beauties, the venue is ready, you just need to come." Meng Changkun replied.

"Ok, see you shortly."