After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future

"Mr. Lu, may I have someone take a photo?"

Sun Yuchen, smiling broadly, closely followed Lu Liang.

He deeply understood the idea of gaining fame early. Otherwise, he wouldn't have focused on reporting social hot topics during his internship to generate public discussion and make a name for himself.

This era is ruled by flow; as long as you have the flow, whatever you do will have twice the result with half the effort.

He always advised his peers that, if possible, besides work and study, they should learn video editing and part-time self-media. Even if it doesn't make money, it's worth persevering.

In this way, if you encounter injustice in the future, you have a channel to express yourself.

After all, as long as something isn't exposed, some people will continue to be shameless in their ignorance. Once exposed, they immediately rectify their actions.

Anyway, just invest in a decent phone; it could secure a way out for yourself or your whole family, and there's no downside.

Facts have proven his suggestion right. That internship experience at Southern City made him a minor online celebrity.

Thus, when Tron Coin was just developing, it had thousands of users, managing to get through the most difficult startup period effortlessly.

If not for having limited money, he would even consider auctioning Buffett's lunch, taking advantage of Old Deng's name to fuel a wave of hype.

Now that Lu Liang is willing to help him hype things up for free, Sun Yuchen was extremely grateful and naturally couldn't let Lu Liang's expectations down.

Lu Liang laughed and said, "Don't make the picture too clear; leave some room for imagination and let the bullet fly for a while."

Sun Yuchen was startled, nodded repeatedly.

Suddenly remembered that Lu Liang once outshone Little Wang and a bunch of motley figures to earn the title of the Internet's top influencer in 2016.

Boss Lu understands hype better than anyone, it's just that now there's no need for hype, so he's gradually faded from the public eye.

It seems he was showing off his skills in front of Guan Gong.

"Cousin brother, could you take a slightly blurred photo of Mr. Lu and me?" Sun Yuchen deliberately slowed his pace, came to Sun Yutao's side, his face full of flattery.

Sun Yutao glanced at Lu Liang, received a nod of approval, and took a photo for them.

As Lu Liang left the airport, an article written by the Southern City newspaper began circulating online.

"Wasn't Liangzi still in Su City a few days ago? Why is he in New York now?"

"According to my uncle's girlfriend's boyfriend, Tianxing Automobile will go public this year; Liangzi should be going to discuss collaboration."

"Isn't it curious how Geely, Chang'an, and Great Wall couldn't manage what Liangzi did? Whereas previously it was only Sino-American joint products, now it's going to have American-Chinese joint products as well."

"Is this a good thing? Building a factory abroad means taxes and jobs are left there. Liangzi is just a pure-bred fool; he doesn't even think about how cheap gasoline is abroad and how unlikely electric cars are to become popular."

"Could it be possible that factory investment is only a process? In fact, it's for technology. Although American cars aren't as good as German ones, at least they are a notch above domestic cars."

"By the way, is no one paying attention to the young man next to Liangzi? Why does he look a bit familiar?"

"Maybe he's a newly hired secretary, Liangzi trusts young people way too much. That's great; when I graduate, I also want to apply for an interview. I heard from the seniors at school that Tianxing Investment pays really well, and this year's annual meeting is going to be huge."

"No way that's Liangzi's new secretary. Doesn't he look just like Sun Ge?"

"Sun Thief? Impossible, right?"

"I also think it's impossible, but that young man really looks like Sun Thief."

Sun Yuchen has a nickname called Sun Ge, mainly because of his tactics in the crypto world.

He hypes things up when market sentiment is high, reaching the peak when investors follow suit, then starts selling everything, completing the harvest.

Also known as Sun See Top, a one-slice killer.

In stark contrast to Lu Liang, who always offloads at high positions and tries to avoid affecting the market.

So those familiar with both their styles would exclaim that there's no way they could partner up.

Despite that, that night Tron Coin, created by Sun Yuchen, reacted quickly.

It skyrocketed by 1200%,

rising from $0.0013 to $0.0156 US Dollar.

If that person is indeed Sun Yuchen, then his presence with Lu Liang indicates that Tron Coin has gained Lu Liang's approval.

Given Lu Liang's current status and influence, it's no exaggeration to say that as long as he publicly endorses a listed company that aligns with market trends, combined with speculative capital, it could easily produce an annual Demon King.

Tron Coin's price is low, each costing less than eight cents in RMB; investing a few hundred to play with, even if lost, doesn't hurt.

And as Tron Coin is one of the few in the market not called out by CCTV, it's ruled out from being a scam.

Sun Yuchen harbors bigger ambitions; spending a few hundred to a thousand bucks for support might turn it into the next Bitcoin.

A massive number of crypto players domestically held this belief, causing Tron Coin's price to spike by 1200% in one night.

Far away in New York, Sun Yuchen, upon learning of this, gazed at Lu Liang with growing affection, only regretting he wasn't a woman.

If he were a woman, he would certainly throw himself into Lu Liang's arms, pledging his wholehearted devotion repeatedly.

"Lu, is this your new friend?"

Wilson looked at Sun Yuchen, eyes narrowing into slits, full of scrutiny.

He clearly recognized Sun Yuchen; otherwise, he wouldn't say a new friend rather than a new employee.

"His name is Justin, we just met at the airport and, as compatriots, exchanged a few words." Lu Liang laughed.

Wilson shifted his gaze from Sun Yuchen to Lu Liang and suddenly smiled, "Why are you always this greedy?"

Lu Liang discards the spokesperson they supported, which can be overlooked, but he also targets their new candidate.

Classic hypocrisy—declining to be Bitcoin's evangelist at Eastern Continent yet wanting to enjoy the market's growth dividends.

Lu Liang smilingly replied, "Greed is human nature, stemming from the pursuit of better things, which can motivate people and promote societal harmony and progress."

"I bet you scored full in your Eastern Continent political class." Wilson couldn't help but laugh, finding Lu Liang increasingly pleasing to the eye.

From their perspective, greed for profit is a good thing, showing that Lu Liang can be assimilated without any so-called sense of national pride.

Lu Liang beamed, implying, "When I was studying, my academics were mediocre, so I had to put extra effort into politics."

The two chatted and laughed, while Sun Yuchen watched eagerly, nearly drooling but managing to restrain his excitement.

He knew Wilson as JPMorgan Chase's investment director, overseeing multiple departments, with at least $30 billion at his daily disposal, potentially mobilizing up to $100 billion in special circumstances—a Wall Street figure of flair.

"Lu, a word in private?" Wilson had no interest in befriending Sun Yuchen, as it wasn't his responsibility.

Moreover, Sun Yuchen was too minor, lacking even the qualification to converse. Perhaps someday, if Tron Coin could dominate the Eastern Continent market, he might chat with him.

"Please~"

Lu Liang smiled and stopped paying attention to Sun Yuchen.

Sun Yuchen watched the two leaving, his gaze focused on Wilson, but not for long. He then smiled and proactively socialized with the passing elites.

Lu Liang's help had been more than enough; reputation isn't given by others but earned by oneself.

"The day before, on Old Te's first anniversary in office, I heard from a White House friend that Congress unanimously passed a bill."

Wilson, passing by a waiter, picked up two cocktails, handing one to Lu Liang, observing his expression, "To raise tariffs by 25% on $34 billion worth of goods imported from Eastern Continent."

"Wasn't over $200 billion economic and trade cooperation achieved last November?" Lu Liang frowned, displaying just the right amount of surprise.

After a brief thought, he abruptly said, "If this information can be verified, the offshore RMB market might experience a significant trend."

Wilson's face showed satisfaction, "That's the ruling technique of that guy, you should get used to it."

Unable to contain his urgency, Lu Liang quickly asked, "When will this news be released? So I can prepare in advance."

"Well, that, I don't quite know."

Wilson's lips curled into a smile, suddenly conceited.

Just like a glamorous, sexy lady teasing unbearably, only to say her relatives are visiting and refusing any alternatives.

Lu Liang's face darkened, "You're doing this on purpose?"

"Lu, don't you know what it takes to achieve victory in the financial market?"

Wilson smiled wistfully, further saying, "I have great confidence in your abilities and hope you won't miss this feast."

"Really won't say?"

"Not sure, how would I tell you?"

"Haha~ Can't be bothered with you."

Lu Liang rolled his eyes, ignoring Wilson; there was no way he wouldn't know the exact timing.

[On July 6, the US imposed a 25% tariff on $34 billion worth of goods from Eastern Continent, marking the commencement of the trade war...]