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

"Tesla's sales in Neon are quite good, over 5,000 units sold last year."

Ota Ling offered strategic suggestions, if the cost-effective route doesn't work, then go premium.

In recent years, Tianxing Private Equity has repeatedly shorted the yen, leaving a strong impression of Lu Liang among domestic citizens.

"I suppose a bad impression," Lu Liang chuckled, recalling Miyuki at home, whose father had committed suicide after embezzling public funds and suffering from a burst margin in the stock market.

"No, strong individuals inherently earn respect."

Ota Ling was earnest, raising four fingers to swear he wasn't just flattering Lu Liang.

With Lu Liang's influence, Tianxing Tian Shu can certainly become akin to an icon like Porsche Panamera or Martha President in countries like Neon and Korea.

No matter the import price, even if it's just the lowest configuration, Mitsui Sumitomo plans to sell it at over one hundred thousand US Dollars.

This is based on their comprehensive assessment of Lu Liang's impact in East Asia.

Anyways, there's no Tianxing factory locally, so they can crank up the prices and just shift all blame to the foreign trade bureau.

"Since Mr. Ota is so confident, we won't hold back then." Lu Liang pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

He decided to set the export price at sixty thousand US Dollars, equivalent to 414,000 RMB, which is 114,000 RMB more expensive than the domestic lowest configuration.

Future sales and profits will completely rely on Mitsui Sumitomo's abilities. The agency contract will be signed annually, with the first year's agency fees waived.

"Fine."

Ota Ling agreed after some consideration.

Lu Liang was still reasonable and didn't open the lion's mouth wide despite them needing to please Lu Liang.

While the two chatted, the vehicle turned off the main road and entered a small path, parking at the entrance of a Japanese-style courtyard.

A graceful female manager, dressed in kimono with several attendants, knelt at the entrance to welcome them.

"Gentlemen, please come this way."

Lu Liang, Ota Ling, Wen Chao, and others each sat in a small vestibule, attended by three service staff per person.

One knelt in front offering foot care, another stood behind massaging shoulders and neck, easing mind and body, and the third stood beside offering a hot towel and tea for mouth rinse.

"Sir, how is the strength? If there's any discomfort, please don't hesitate to let me know," the female manager asked attentively, clearly instructed to focus on Lu Liang as the absolute star.

"It's pretty good."

Lu Liang squinted his eyes, feeling delightful.

He traveled extensively over the years, visiting numerous countries and places, but when it comes to serving people, Neon's service awareness is undoubtedly ahead and leading the world.

Though wealthy enough to enjoy imperial treatment anywhere, the greatest difference in Neon lies in how the service staff consider serving them as a rightful duty.

Like big fish eating small fish, the little fish don't resent it; it's as if being eaten by the big fish is destined, a part of the natural ecosystem.

What is the phrase 'kings and nobles, are they really born?' What is 'a man must live as such'? These ideas simply don't exist.

After foot washing, face washing, mouth rinsing, how could they miss out on the classic Japanese bath?

Changed into bathrobes, guided by the attendants, they headed to a bamboo hut in the backyard.

The night sky, bamboo hut, cicada calls, and steam combined create a beautiful painting.

The three sat in separate directions in the bath, squinting their eyes, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

"Why hasn't Mr. Zheng arrived yet?"

Lu Liang soaked in the spring water, cooling with a towel on his head, post-aware he only then remembered Zheng Xuanyi.

"Probably caught in traffic," Ota Ling found it strange as Zheng Xuanyi should have been in the vehicle behind theirs.

They arrived half an hour ago; Shinbashi isn't as crowded as Ginza and has airport access, so he should have arrived earlier.

"Here he comes." Wen Chao heard movement and looked toward the house as a silhouette behind the Japanese sliding door grew closer.

"Sorry, delayed while handling something," Zheng Xuanyi chuckled, also changed into bathrobes.

"What's more important than meeting with Mr. Lu?" Ota Ling glanced with sarcasm.

"We just got here too."

Lu Liang couldn't help but smile, scooting to give Zheng Xuanyi a space to enter the water, starting to talk about the conversation with Ota Ling in the car.

The export price is sixty thousand US Dollars excluding shipping, agency contract signed annually, with the first year's agency fee waived.

"No problem, let's proceed as you said." Zheng Xuanyi's eyes flashed with surprise.

The Hyundai Group differs from Mitsui Sumitomo, with automobile manufacturing as one of their core businesses, so he was prepared for Lu Liang to make voracious demands.

Yet Lu Liang was unexpectedly easygoing, not imposing any tyrannical terms, just very ordinary international brand agency terms.

If there's any distinction to note, it might be the annual contract, while new international brands usually start with contracts signed every two years.

Usually, a two-year contract has an additional clause specifying sales requirements, like at least one thousand or two thousand units annually. If sales fall short, it's deemed a breach by the agency, giving the brand the right to replace them.

After all, when brands look for agents, the first contract's free offer is intended to boost product sales; if unsold, the agent ceases to be effective.

"Mr. Zheng, let's treat situations separately; I'm a fair person," Lu Liang smiled plainly; he's a businessman, not a bandit.

Even if Bitcoin investments multiplied assets tenfold, Mitsui Sumitomo and Hyundai Group's impact was marginal, yet he chose to partner with them. Their relationship was of mutual benefit, coalescing to win together, without anyone owing anyone.