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

"Mr. Lu, this is where you're wrong."

"Mr. Bo En and his team have come all the way to Modu, and tonight shouldn't be just about fine food and wine, but also the company of beautiful women, right?"

As long as Old Xu is around, he's the most conspicuous person on the scene. Even Lu Liang has to avoid his sharpness, after all, he is the first rich Chinese with three hundred billion.

Lu Liang laughed, "Mr. Xu, I anticipated you would come, so I didn't prepare. Do you believe that?"

"Haha, of course, I believe it. After all, no one can surpass Mr. Lu's market acumen nowadays."

Old Xu laughed heartily, waved to call his secretary, asking him to contact the general manager of a modeling company.

Although he has high-end resources in Modu, such as girls from prestigious schools like dance academies, it still depends on the person.

You can entertain Mr. Lautburn, but these accompanying little Karamis can be handled with a few amateur models.

Upon hearing about calling in hostess girls, Mr. Lautburn hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "Mr. Lu, please explain to Mr. Xu for us, we need to rest."

After speaking, he called his colleagues to leave, confident that he could resist temptation, but others may not.

If, after two months, these people all stay in East Country, even Flannery might have the urge to kill him.

"Mr. Bo En, aren't you going to eat a bit more?"

"No, Mr. Lu, Mr. Xu, Mr. Li, goodbye."

Seeing Lautburn leave, his colleagues promptly followed him, returning to their rooms upstairs to rest.

Lu Liang persuaded in vain and had to say, "Everyone, rest early. Tomorrow I'll have Assistant Liao take you to the company."

Liao Jie nodded, exchanging contact information with everyone, for the next two months he is their steward in Modu.

"These silly foreigners, why are they so unruly." Old Xu sighed, his good mood completely disrupted by them.

"Mr. Xu, don't be too forward." Lu Liang was speechless; they are all tech guys, how could they withstand this?

Moreover, who arranges beauties right from the start? Everything needs a process; one can't be too hasty.

"Forget it, let's not worry about them, we'll drink ours."

Old Xu was indifferent, having plenty of money, only wanting to make friends. If others don't want to, he won't bother making an effort.

He raised his glass towards Lu Liang and Li Bing, laughingly asked, "Mr. Lu, what have you been busy with recently?"

"Our new car will launch at the end of April, and some preliminary preparations aren't ready yet."

Lu Liang picked up his wine glass, sipping it slowly, "Also, as the year-end approaches, there are many trivial matters."

Li Bing raised an eyebrow and suddenly asked, "I heard from Li Xiang's Mr. Li that the new car is already confirmed as a coupe?"

"No one is doing this market, so I'll give it a try. We need diversity."

Li Bing's expression was subtle, but Lu Liang still sensed the hint of surprise in his eyes; evidently, he wasn't optimistic about a coupe.

After all, the petrol car market only sells five hundred thousand units annually, let alone the newly developing electric vehicle market.

"Coupes are indeed nice."

Old Xu sipped his white wine and slowly said, "The electric vehicle market has developed for less than three years, and consumers generally fall into two categories."

"The first are those who want to save on fuel, and also for big city licenses; the second are young people with strong acceptance."

"If the coupe is priced properly, has good performance, and an attractive design, it can definitely make an impact."

Old Xu suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Lu has a good reputation among young people, there might be some unexpected synergies."

"Thank you in advance for your good words, Mr. Xu."

Lu Liang couldn't hide his astonishment; Old Xu indeed had a deep understanding of the market, not just throwing money around globally for hype.

He had once doubted whether a coupe was suitable, but later was convinced by Wen Chaozhuo, Yifan, and Chen Jinchun.

Young people do like coupe styles, they're flashy and cool, the key is whether the price fits.

Traditional coupes, like the Martha President, Porsche Panamera, always start from five hundred thousand or even millions.

If it's around thirty thousand, many young people might grit their teeth to take loans and buy one.

Moreover, Tianxing Automobile has two incomparable advantages, first, independent production, second, Lu Liang himself.

The former doesn't need to bear the names of Jianghuai or Lifan, which are immediately devalued prefixes, as long as someone accepts them, even millions are considered reasonable.

The latter, just as Old Xu said, Lu Liang has prestige among young people, which should be used well as a star effect.

Li Bing chuckled lightly, "Maybe."

He didn't believe there was a market for coupes, of the three present, only he had worked diligently in the car industry for twenty years.

Because whether Old Xu or Lu Liang, they're just outsiders, and their words are merely outsiders' imaginations.

Old Xu glanced at Li Bing, his eyes showing disdain; he originally wanted to invest in NIO, but now sees no need.

He is, after all, the first rich Chinese with three hundred billion, and Lu Liang a new billion-dollar rich, a top ten player.

The two of them both favor a market, Li Bing dismisses it just with stiff perceptions.

The founder is arrogant; the enterprise won't go far.

Old Xu looked at Lu Liang again, eyes full of confusion.

He didn't understand. He had heard Li Bing's outlandish theories before, like still preferring gasoline cars because he liked the smell of exhaust, or saying Porsche's factories were inferior to Jianghuai's.

Why would Lu Liang invest in him?

And from the seed round to the angel round, to the A and B rounds, he didn't miss a single stage, all the way until the company was almost going public.

Lu Liang smiled, not explaining.

Whether Li Bing and NIO's approach was right or wrong, he wasn't sure. He just needed to know if it was profitable.

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

The secretary from the modeling company came back, and over twenty seductive and sexy beauties filed in.

"Gentlemen, please take your time to choose. I'm really sorry, but I have to leave first as I have something else to attend to."

Lu Liang smiled, raised his glass, took a sip, and left without wearing the coat hanging on the wall.

"Mr. Lu is still so impolite."

Old Xu sighed, suddenly turned to Li Bing, and said with a grin, "Mr. Li, do you see any girl you fancy?"

Li Bing was startled, about to refuse politely, when Old Xu squinted, his gaze like that of a ferocious tiger.

It was one thing for Lu Liang not to give face; it was not the first time. But did Li Bing also not want to give him any face?

Li Bing swallowed his words back and smiled, "Then the fifth one on the left, the one in red."

Old Xu suddenly laughed, "Mr. Li, don't be shy. Choose a few more. Keep the ninth, tenth, and twelfth as well."

Selecting escort girls was like drinking wine; it was a kind of obedience test. He loved to see people appear as though they couldn't refuse.

The face he lost with Lu Liang, he wanted to recover from Li Bing.

At night, Lu Liang arrived at the suburban villa complex, Li Manli's studio.

He rang the doorbell, and the live broadcast assistant, who he had met when Li Manli was sick, came to open the door.

Seeing Lu Liang, she was stunned and quickly said, "Good evening, Mr. Lu, I'll call Sister Xiao Man down."

Her heart couldn't help but rise with resentment. Promised to be best friends for life, deceiving netizens about the breakup was one thing, but even deceiving her.

"No need to notify, I'll go up and see."

Lu Liang slightly nodded and went to the second-floor living room.

Li Manli didn't notice at all, engrossed in her game: "On the rooftop of the blue house, there's still a lone wolf, heavily injured."

"Nice nice, what?"

"Can't you say heavily injured after one shot?"

She looked proud, picked up the water cup on the table, and glanced at the staircase with the corner of her eye, seeing Lu Liang smiling at her.

Li Manli suddenly choked on her water, coughing violently.

In the next second, she quickly responded and looked at the camera, her expression stiff as if stuck. Under the table, she discreetly reached out a foot, silently pressed the power button, and forced a shutdown.

As the computer screen went black, Li Manli took off her headset and skipped over to Lu Liang, holding his arm, smiling mischievously, "Liang, why did you suddenly come?"

She sniffed, "Did you drink?"

"Just had a bit after a business meeting, then thought I'd come see you after everything was finished."

Lu Liang looked at the computer, trying hard not to laugh, "Being your fan must be pitiful, aren't you going to explain?"

"It's an irresistible force."

Li Manli smilingly took out her phone and edited a message, "Computer water-damaged and crashed, see you tomorrow, bros."

Lu Liang chuckled and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Just ate, but I can eat a little more."

"Then let's go. Let's drive around and see if there's any good food outside."

With a deep rumble, a silver Pagani pulled out of the garage and merged onto the highway.

This supercar, costing over 20 million, after driving a few times, Lu Liang didn't want to drive. Later, it was always Li Manli who drove.

The wind child, capable of speeds over 350 kilometers per hour, turned into a leisure car under his driving, cruising at a tortoise pace of 50 or 60 on the roadside.

Li Manli supported herself on the seat with her hands, looking around, her face full of excitement. She hadn't gone out for a drive with Lu Liang in a long time.

Lu Liang suddenly said, "Her name is Su Wanyu, did you know?"

Li Manli was taken aback; a sense of foreboding rose in her heart, yet she still instinctively nodded, "There's information online."

Her guess was right. Su Wanyu truly had been a beauty and a top student from childhood, like her high school class president, pretty, excellent in studies, from a middle-class family, seemingly favored by the heavens.

Lu Liang paused for a few seconds and continued, "She and I have a child, born last August, five months old now."

Li Manli suddenly shouted, covering her ears, "Liang, can we go back? I'm tired."