After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future

"Lu, you might need to be cautious lately."

At two in the afternoon, Lu Liang woke up from a nap feeling groggy and received a friendly warning from Hilt.

He spoke about a wave that has risen on Wall Street, making life difficult for them due to Lu Liang's presence.

Some even thought that if they couldn't defeat Lu Liang in the market, they might physically eliminate him.

"Thank you for the warning, I will be careful."

Lu Liang chuckled wryly, sitting at the head of the bed with his duvet.

Tianxing has developed to this day, with many hoping for his demise, but equally, many hope he lives a long life.

Lu Liang is determined to fulfill the wishes of those who hope for his long life, always taking his personal safety seriously.

He paused for a few seconds, as if pondering, showing his concern about this matter, and then asked: "How are your considerations?"

At that time, Lu Liang said, give him a sum of money, let him develop freely, without questioning the direction, like a gift with no strings attached.

He firmly believes there is no free lunch in the world; the price of destiny's gift has long been secretly set.

Lu Liang suddenly laughed: "Does it now make sense to you?"

"It's very important to me because it lets me know why I'm doing this," Hilt replied.

Lu Liang thought about it and said: "Then take today's matter as an example. I hope that someday, if something like this happens again, you'll call me not to warn me, but to say: I've already handled it for you."

Money is no longer a concern for him,

He wants power and influence.

If the domestic path is blocked, then go abroad; if unqualified, then support an agent.

A century ago the land was shattered and thus a comprador class was born; can't we now turn the tables and defend?

Hilt was silent for a long time: "It's very difficult."

"Impossible?" Lu Liang asked with a smile.

Hilt pondered for a moment, his tone gradually firming: "Very difficult, but not impossible."

To reach that level, at least one must own a building next to the bull sculpture on Wall Street.

The center of the world's finance is Wall Street, and the center of Wall Street is that bull.

Surrounding that bull are the headquarters of JPMorgan Chase, Citibank, Blackstone Group, and Vanguard, BlackRock, and the New York Stock Exchange's presence, with the world's top ten investment institutions all residing here.

The difficulty creates the challenge.

Men are natural adventurers; no one wants to live a monotonous life where the end is visibly near.

Even if they tragically slip and fall off the cliff midway, it's the path they chose, and they would die without regret.

"Tell me about your plan," Lu Liang squinted his eyes, as Hilt had already given a definite response.

"There's a commercial investment bank in Midtown Manhattan called Delimei, which was liquidated and delisted last month with debts of $122 million and an estimated $55 million in valuable assets under its name. The key is Delimei has a fifteen-story office building on Queen's Avenue..."

Although Hilt mentioned he would consider it, from the day Lu Liang approached him, he had subconsciously been investigating these matters.

Upon investigation, the commercial investment bank Delimei, originating from rural Philadelphia, caught his eye.

Its scale is under $200 million, but although small, it is complete, and the debt relationships aren't too complex.

With an injection of $150 million, a full acquisition could be achieved, ensuring normal operations for the next six months.

"Is $150 million enough?" Lu Liang asked.

"Enough, enough. You must first achieve something, so you'll know you haven't chosen the wrong person," Hilt smiled wryly.

Perhaps Lu Liang has dealt with huge sums for too long, forgetting how substantial $150 million is.

Take the vast land of the East Country as an example, it has 189 million registered operating entities, among which there are 60.86 million enterprises.

Not speaking of the $150 million foreign exchange, just considering enterprises that can provide $1 billion in cash flow at once, absolutely fewer than 200.

"When you're ready, send an account."

Lu Liang is not unaware of how significant this sum is; it's just that he's very wealthy with a high error tolerance.

If a $150 million investment doesn't work,

Then twice.

If twice doesn't work, then five times.

If five times don't work, then ten times.

Just once of success is enough.

"But it is indeed a problem!"

Ended the call with Hilt.

Lu Liang sat at the bedside, scratching his messy hair.

Taking action from a physical level sounds truly intimidating.

Lu Liang was considering whether to take out $1 billion.

If one day he unexpectedly dies, Wilson, Jeffrey, Flannery, Su Shimin, all those he knows, one counts for one, he'd reward them all.

If he passes with resentment and unexpected death, Lu Liang wouldn't care who's behind it.

As long as they're opponents, even previous ones, he'll drag them along for burial.

"Hmm, let's do it that way."

Next Thursday is the settlement date, they should come; Lu Liang will then release some signals appropriately.

After all, East Country is relatively safe. As long as you don't go abroad, you don't have to worry too much about guns and ammunition.

In contrast to the United States, a handgun costs only a hundred US Dollars, and there are so many stowaways, vagrants, and junkies on the streets.

With a bit of effort and some money, you can always find a desperate man.

Even if we let them bring all their stuff, it's not impossible to stage a land-based 911 on Wall Street.

After three in the afternoon, Lu Liang walked out of the lounge and happened to meet Liang Wenhu, who had just returned from the outside.

"Lu, just woke up?" Liang Wenhu beamed with delight, bouncing as he walked, like those young boys in college who just returned from a date.

"Had fun last night?" Lu Liang grinned.

International Fan is indeed a goddess. He once had thoughts but wouldn't seek her out just for her.

Just like Zhang Tian'ai, Yang Mi, Pang Di, and Tian Xi, whom he's recently been in contact with, it's all by chance.

If the opportunity arises and he fancies it, he goes for it.

If not, he doesn't force it.

"Click, click, very smooth." Liang Wenhu chuckled, revealing his true nature as he spoke.

"As long as you had fun." Lu Liang laughed silently.

If Liang Wenhu behaved like a naive young lad, hesitating to speak about last night, Lu Liang would have worried he might have been fooled by a bad woman.

But being able to say these words showed he was just playing, merely fulfilling a dream without genuine emotion involved.

"Just on the way back, I discussed the follow-up cooperation with Tianxing with the company's partners."

On their way to the restaurant, Liang Wenhu suddenly said: "They also agreed to the plan you proposed."

Upon waking from the hotel, his phone almost exploded; Huanfang became internationally renowned overnight.

Firefly One was praised highly by Western media, enough to surpass the 'Halley's Comet' top-tier AI quantitative model.

The company's partners and several managers were calling him non-stop since the morning.

If he hadn't turned off his phone before heading to the nightclub last night, he probably wouldn't have had a good night's sleep.

On the way, he returned calls one by one and discussed Lu Liang's proposed cooperation plan with them.

There was support, and there was denial.

Supporters believed that the shade of a big tree allows good rest, and Huanfang's sudden rise to fame was also due to Tianxing.

Skeptics thought they should wait for a better price, as many institutions have contacted them, hoping for in-depth cooperation.

Opinions varied, but the decision-making power ultimately rested in Liang Wenhu's hands, as he is not only the founder of Huanfang but also the primary developer of Firefly One.

He agreed to Lu Liang's cooperation plan.

"Mr. Lu, I have one more condition."

Liang Wenhu realized that once agreeing to Lu Liang's plan, it's almost like working for him in roundabout terms.

However, that was not his main interest; the quantitative fund was always just a means to make money, not his ultimate goal.

"Let's hear it," Lu Liang asked.

"Huanfang wants to acquire shares in Tianxing Quantitative."

Liang Wenhu was not content with just technical shareholding. He and Huanfang combined had only 10%, which was too little. He wanted at least 30%.

Lu Liang smiled, didn't immediately ridicule Liang Wenhu for overestimating himself, but instead asked, "What's Huanfang offering for the shares?"

Tianxing Quantitative (Xiangjiang) will focus on the international market for quantitative trading in the future, and Lu Liang is confident in bringing in a hundred billion US Dollars for this international quantitative fund.

This is a condition that will be written in black and white in the contract.

If not met, it would mean Tianxing is in breach and would be required to compensate Huanfang Technology a hefty one billion US Dollars penalty.

Liang Wenhu along with Huanfang held 10% shares, which was already a special favor from Lu Liang towards them.

Where does he get the confidence to ask for a lion's share by wanting to rise straight to 30% equity?

"Stock exchange, swap 20% of Huanfang's shares for 20% of Tianxing Quantitative's shares," Liang Wenhu replied.

Lu Liang shook his head with a smile, "Still not enough."

Liang Wenhu continued, "Huanfang completely relinquishes quantitative trading and will only focus on Tianxing's quantitative trading in the future."

The plan Lu Liang proposed is essentially a gentle special version of protective acquisition.

His intention was to have them engrossed in the returns from Tianxing Quantitative, gradually ignoring Huanfang Quantitative, thereby completing the acquisition of technology and personnel.

Liang Wenhu saw through Lu Liang's intention and simply followed his desire.

Lu Liang hesitated for a few seconds, then asked, "What are Huanfang's plans for the future?"

Two years later, Huanfang Quantitative's asset scale will surge from the current 3 billion to a trillion.

If Huanfang Quantitative ceases to exist, then the trillion-scale asset management will likely become Tianxing Quantitative.

So this deal is doable.

But Lu Liang always felt this matter wasn't so simple.

After all, Huanfang Quantitative is Liang Wenhu's hard work, and he's giving it up so easily?

Is International Fan gold-plated or diamond-studded?

Does sleeping with her have such magical effects?

If it does, Lu Liang wants to try it too,

Walk a path that Liang Wenhu has once treaded.