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

"These days, spend more time with your parents; we'll go back on the twenty-eighth of the lunar month."

After lunch, Lu Liang also needed to go for rehearsals to prepare for tonight's annual event performance.

He wasn't very confident in his period costume look, hoping it wouldn't be too much of an eyesore on camera.

The first hour would be live-streamed without any margin for error, and the broadcast would cut off only at the prize draw segment.

Because this year's bonuses and prizes were richer than previous years, after all, taxes had to be settled at year-end.

If the funds aren't spent, they'll only end up being paid as taxes, so a lot of prizes were bought in the company's name.

For the more than 300 people at the annual event, they bought 200 top-end Apples, as well as cars and other high-value prizes.

Rewards for those in the finance industry are too good and easily cause envy, so the prize draw won't be made public.

However, it's only temporary; by the end of April, their new cars will be in production, also creating a lot of jobs, making the scene even grander then.

When he's eating meat, he'll also let his colleagues drink soup, and let everyone know it's all golden soup Buddha Jumps Wall.

"Siqing, let's say goodbye to Daddy."

Su Wanyu hugged the little one, waved her hand, suddenly beaming: "Thank you."

Their relationship with Lu Liang had just been made public recently, and her mother always felt she had suffered a lot of grievances.

She had explained many times, but her mother never believed it. With Lu Liang putting so much importance on them, it also dispelled her mother's doubts.

"Aren't your parents my parents too."

Lu Liang stretched out his index finger, scratched her nose, and then the little one's cheek: "Dad's leaving."

"Dada~~~" The little one suddenly got excited, waving hands and feet like a loach, making dad's sound.

Su Wanyu excitedly said: "Did you hear that?"

"Heard it." Lu Liang's heart skipped a few beats, suddenly having the urge to show off his child.

So, he shot a short video and sent it to Liu Mingxuan, proudly saying: "My daughter, isn't she adorable?"

As soon as he sent it, Liu Mingxuan also sent back a video, with a cheeky smile: "Kneel, call me father-in-law."

A little toddler not yet two years old knelt with both knees, knocked a heavy bow, and then prostrated flat on the ground.

Lu Liang's face turned dark, he blocked and deleted him.

The next moment, Liu Mingxuan called, giggling: "Can't handle it?"

"Scram..."

Lu Liang let loose a stream of C-language, while Su Wanyu covered the little one's ears, torn between laughter and tears: "Weren't you going for rehearsals?"

"Go to hell, that's it, hanging up." Lu Liang with a dark face, put away his phone, forcing a smile: "I'm leaving."

He left the Peace Restaurant, passed through the Pujiang Tunnel, and arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel on the other side of the river.

The hotel is beside the New International Building, so it also became the best venue for holding their annual event.

Four hours later, night fell.

"Friends, Mr. Lu's performance later will absolutely dazzle your titanium alloy eyes."

At seven o'clock, Xiao Chen started the live stream, using the company account with nearly 20 million followers.

Once the stream started, it attracted tens of thousands of netizens, and one by one, big shots over level sixty swarmed into the live room.

"Thank you Panda, Mr. Wang, for sending the carnival..."

"Thank you Xiaomi, Mr. Lei, for sending the sports car..."

"Thank you Douyin, Mr. Yang, for sending the carnival..."

Xiao Chen was like an emotionless broadcast machine, thanking continuously for over ten minutes.

Within fifteen minutes of start-up, the live room received at least a gift reward of over five million.

Netizens also commented teasingly: "Liangzi: Thank you all for the few bucks."

"He hasn't even appeared, and the special effects are flashing non-stop. Liangzi is indeed good at making money."

"Making money? Open your eyes wide, and have a good look at the small text on the bottom left of the screen."

[Tonight's gift revenue will all be donated to the Tianxing Charity Fund. P.S. Mr. Lu said he would donate the same amount as the gift received tonight.]

"Damn, the scale, no wonder the reward function wasn't turned off; if tonight's reward exceeds ten billion, wouldn't Liangzi have to match ten billion too?"

"Liangzi: Ten billion? That's just some small change, easy peasy."

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Sun, could you please stop sending? My eyes are getting tired." Xiao Chen looked wooden.

The live room finally quieted down a bit when a new account suddenly appeared, nicknamed Sun Yuchen of Tron.

Previously, the top of the live room was Little Wang, but Sun Yuchen forcefully intervened and took the top spot.

Little Wang was unhappy, and the two started bickering.

"Xiao Chen, if you keep babbling, even if I eat ten dragon fruits, I'll unfollow." The melon-eating audience was excited.

Nowadays, they also knew the routine of the live room: the rich get all their money back, the public's money is split seventy to thirty.

This saying applies to most "God of Wealth" battles in live streams, but definitely not for tonight in Tianxing Investment's live room.

No matter how much the two brushed, Lu Liang had to match the donation.

The Tianxing Charity Fund is also the nation's only transparent and open charity fund that doesn't accept outside donations.

To date, it has successively helped thousands of children with leukemia and provided nutritious lunches to tens of thousands of children.

In the past two years, the fund has assisted so many people and families; if there had been any scandals, they would have been exposed already.

Even though it touched on some people's interests, and many scandals were fabricated out of thin air, the Tianxing Legal Department wasn't to be trifled with either.

They decisively took firm action, and without exception, every single case proved that the scandals were groundless, indicating the fund's credibility.

Lu Liang's good reputation now is inseparable from Xiao Chen's naive innocence and the benevolent acts of the foundation.

He wasn't stupid enough to risk losing everything just to hire a couple of plants to give gifts in the live room to make a scene.

Moreover, one is the son of the former first rich, and the other a top wealth holder in the crypto world from the 90s.

Intelligent netizens applied their imagination and gave this battle a very fitting name.

"Son of the Former First Rich vs. former disciple of Old Ma, Who's the top disciple under Liangzi?"

Little Wang hardly needed any introduction, either clubbing all the time or chasing girls, even managing to list Panda.

Although its peak market value of 21 billion US dollars had been halved, then halved again, leaving only 7.8 billion US dollars.

But either way, he still holds 31.55% equity, currently valued at 2.46 billion dollars, equivalent to 17 billion yuan.

With some other miscellaneous industries, his personal wealth reaches 20.8 billion yuan, ranking 135th nationally.

All this could be said to have been brought to him by Lu Liang.

And Sun Yuchen, although Lu Liang didn't admit to going to New York with him, neither did he deny it.

Sun Yuchen always hints at it, resulting in the Tron Coin price soaring during this period.

Valued at $0.045, with a total market capitalization of $3.75 billion, he personally owns 82% shares, with a net worth exceeding $20 billion.

Xiao Chen looked at the bullet comments, murmurings, instinctively blurting out: "A big sect competition is going on, you guys are really talented."

Just as she spoke, she realized she misspoke, with a straight face, sought an enemy in the void beside her: "Livestreaming, don't talk nonsense."

"???"

"Is this covering one's ears while stealing a bell?"

"Liangzi isn't here, who're you performing for?"

"Hard to say, maybe he's peeking." Chen Jinchun whispered.

The moment she finished, Lu Liang's personal account swiped out a carnival and requested a microphone connection.

"I'm doomed~" Xiao Chen was dumbstruck, visibly flustered, trembling fingers, agreed to the connection.

Her small brain turned rapidly, thinking of remedy measures, full of flattery: "You guys don't know, our Mr. Lu is so stylish tonight, really, there's no one like Pan An hundreds of years ago."

"I'll deal with you later."

Lu Liang's voice suddenly came out, saying: "Thank you, friends, for your support, let's turn off the gift function and just watch my performance in peace."

"Okay, Mr. Lu." Xiao Chen, on the brink of tears, just like a salted fish with lost dreams, now her dream of buying a house probably had to be postponed for a year.

"I'm dying of laughter, how can someone mess up so badly?"

"What a pitiful girl."

Netizens laughed maliciously, watching the fun without worry: "Mr. Lu, she's still talking bad about you."

But as the reward function was turned off, they also finally saw how much the leaderboard battle had cost.

Little Wang spent 7.82 million, but could only settle for second place,

Sun Yuchen sent 8.22 million, clinching the top spot.

Although netizens knew, from beginning to when Lu Liang stopped them, the two never stopped, estimating their fingers must have been smoking from tapping.

Sun Yuchen's ability to top the list was probably because his hand speed was faster, recharging quickly.

But in any case, he won.

Thus, the disciple of Old Ma became the chief disciple under Liangzi.

As for Little Wang, he had already been stripped of good standing by netizens, disgraced as the former chief disciple.

While the netizens were mocking, the venue lights dimmed, the stage gradually filled with fog.

Dozens of beautiful girls in plain dresses waved their water sleeves and gracefully emerged, while Lu Liang descended in a plain gown from above.

With a long gown and folding fan, his beard reaching his chest, looking up at the sky with a smile at the corner of his mouth, he fully exhibited the elegance of a scholar.

The prelude of "Blue and White Porcelain" also slowly played, with pianist Lang Lang at one corner of the stage, accompanied by a traditional style band.