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

Tianxing Technology, with Hu Weiwei as the lead and Wang Xiaofeng as the auxiliary, was about to unveil their new car release. Until then, Lu Liang would remain temporarily behind the scenes.

It was a little past eight in the evening when Lu Liang returned to Tangchen.

As the car came to a stop, he looked out the window where a silver Pagani was parked in the garage, a knowing smile spread across his face.

He left the Daniu at the company, driving it around leisurely now and then, while he let Li Manli take the Pagani.

Ascending to his floor in the elevator, sure enough, as soon as he walked in the door he saw Li Manli sprawled on the sofa, engrossed in a game.

An agricultural pesticide game launched by Tencent towards the end of last year had taken the nation by storm upon its release, becoming yet another cash cow for Tencent.

If he remembered correctly, the revenue from this game for just the first and second quarter had totaled a staggering 5.958 billion RMB.

He had worked hard for half the year, and as of yesterday, he had only made 2.168 billion US Dollars, which converted to 13.875 billion RMB.

It might just be this year's total revenue that a Tencent game's half-year earnings were already close to half his own, and likely to surpass him by year-end.

Suddenly, Li Manli looked up and caught sight of Lu Liang, her eyes crescent-shaped with mirth, "Liang, hang on, I'll be done with this round soon."

"Aren't you live-streaming tonight?" Lu Liang sat down beside her, casually resting his hand on her firm, upturned behind.

With money to spare and time on her hands, Li Manli took great care of her figure, often doing yoga or Pilates.

Women over thirty, with proper care and exercise, could easily pass for twenty-somethings.

Li Manli, already a twenty-year-old girl herself, had muscles that flowed smoothly and were plump, yet retained bounce, from her hips to her thighs, down to her calves.

A black garter was hidden beneath her coffee-colored pleated skirt, which made her look even more enticing.

Li Manli couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She no longer cared whether she finished the game or not, and decisively locked her phone screen and tossed it aside.

Wrapping her arms around Lu Liang's neck, she cooed, "I missed you."

"Why? You want to join the buzz tomorrow too?" Lu Liang couldn't help but chuckle as he remembered that tomorrow was Disney's grand opening day.

Little Wang loved the excitement, having booked the presidential suite at the Disney hotel more than a month in advance, and had also booked one for him.

He had originally planned to take Su Wanyu there for a stroll, but since Li Manli brought it up first, it was just as well that she would go.

"I love you love you love you~~" Li Manli was thrilled, turning into an emoticon spree as she smothered Lu Liang's cheek with fervent kisses.

Amid her excitement, she sneakily observed Lu Liang's expression and suddenly asked out of the blue, "Liang, what if I were pregnant..."

Lu Liang was surprised, "When did it happen? How many months along?"

"I'm not, I mean if~~"

Li Manli quickly explained, even patting her flat stomach as proof.

They always took great precautions, she herself was still a baby and wasn't thinking of having one so soon.

Lu Liang gave her a look and said irritably, "Obviously would keep it, can you not ask such silly questions?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong to ask that," Manli apologized with a flower-bright smile, acting cutesy and seeking forgiveness.

"What's up?" Lu Liang asked.

He didn't have many girlfriends, and only two and a half had been acknowledged by him: Su Wanyu, Li Manli, and Zhang Tian'ai as the half.

Li Manli had always been obedient and sensible, and although their first meeting hadn't been particularly pleasant, he had long since put it out of his mind.

As long as her vanity was satisfied, she behaved like a sweet cat, flattering, charming, and never inquisitive.

For her to ask such a question today,

was very strange in itself.

"I just think you're amazing."

Li Manli went on to tell him about a message she read online, learning about an international event in the south that Lu Liang had a hand in.

"You actually pay attention to these things?" Lu Liang widened his eyes in more surprise than when he'd heard about the possibility of Manli being pregnant.

As far as he knew, Li Manli's daily routine consisted of only three things: streaming, cosplay, and gourmet food.

Li Manli, not satisfied, "It's four, actually."

Lu Liang, holding her in his embrace, the warm and fragrant lady in his arms, asked with a chuckling smile, "What else is there?"

"And you, of course!"

"What a sweet talker."

"Mu~a~ sweet?"

"Pretty fragrant, average sweetness."

"Hmph, next time I'll apply some beeswax."

Li Manli pretended to be fierce and bit Lu Liang, who then realized she had come across related content on B站.

Although Lu Liang had reminded Little Wang that the nation was planning to implement a magnanimous strategy, given their sensitive identities, they should avoid standing out and showing off,

there are no impermeable walls in the world, especially since so many people had followed him in conquests just the day before.

There will always be those who believe they're the only sober ones in a world of intoxicated people, those who can't stand the ignorant netizens who indulge in entertainment to death.

Consequently, some couldn't resist making a video that detailed how war was merely a step away from them just yesterday.

As Li Manli played the video, it also narrated that Lu Liang had been bearish on Japan's economy for months, discreetly supporting on the battlefield without the smoke of gunfire. With his sharp financial market instincts, it was impossible for him not to be aware that shorting the RMB would be even more profitable than shorting the yen.

"Perhaps, as JPMorgan Fund manager Wilson described, Lu Liang is a qualified patriot but not a qualified speculator…"

Today, Li Manli only streamed for two hours, one of which was spent looping this 15-minute clip.

She watched it over and over again, using the bathroom as an excuse to secretly change her underwear twice.

She was too excited, too thrilled.

If only she didn't know that Lu Liang didn't want their relationship exposed, she would have loved to boldly proclaim to the hundreds of thousands in her live stream,

"I'm Lu Liang's girlfriend. We've been dating for a year, and this week, we even spent two nights together."

"Liang, is what he's saying true?" Li Manli's eyes were filled with admiration, a subtle sense of inferiority flickering in them.

"More or less," replied Lu Liang with a furrowed brow. The vlogger wasn't crystal clear about his affairs since it was mostly conjecture, but their guesses were pretty accurate.

The problem was the news from the south; this blogger knew way too much, down to the specifications of warships and submarines, and how many nuclear warheads they carried, including their range.

Lu Liang even began to suspect whether it was an inside publicist at work, given that even he wasn't certain about the truth of some news.

Yet, the blogger presented evidence and explanations with confidence.

Even the background music was somewhat provocative, full of passion and pride.

It seemed to declare that from now on, the world order had changed; it was no longer a unipolar world, but a bipolar one with multiple strong countries.

The video had been released at four in the afternoon, and within six hours had already broken ten million views on B站.

It had successfully gone viral, trending on Weibo, with its popularity skyrocketing, almost overshadowing Disney's park opening.

"I'm in Qiong Island. Recently, there have been many military vehicles with caterpillar tracks and trucks wrapped in camouflage tarps on the roads."

"I'm only finding out about this now? Turns out the world has never been peaceful; we're just living in a peaceful country."

"Lu Liang is this badass? Little Wang finally did something significant. Why didn't anyone let on sooner? I'd have loved to join."

"Lu Liang? More like, Lu God!"

"Lu God, I love you! I want to have your babies~"

Little Yang also jumped into the fray, bluntly sharing a screenshot of her profits, which soared from 1.8 million to 4.23 million.

Following Lu Liang led to profit; she felt it was time to replace her BMW mini, at the very least with a Porsche Macan.

Otherwise, it wouldn't suit the status of a millionaire.

Soon after, Little Wang sent a message too, with an air of elation, "I didn't say anything, alright~"

While the netizens' praise was just a byproduct, those heartfelt comments were enough to make him feel like he was on cloud nine.

After all, the petty scandals of the entertainment industry couldn't hold a candle to the sense of achievement from participating in international affairs.

Who knows, Zhong might rise from now on, and he could even leave a small mark in history.

Lu Liang didn't bother replying, but eventually, he saw the term he disliked the most, "red capitalist."

He wasn't against shorting the RMB; it was just the risk was too high. He didn't know when the market might explode; yesterday's fluctuations were at least 3,000 basis points.

Those institutions and speculative money that shorted the RMB yesterday all took a severe beating.

Wall Street was in a frenzy,

with ambulance sirens blaring all day long.

Lu Liang just wanted to make money steadily; he truly didn't want to be labeled a "red capitalist."

He didn't have a head big enough to wear such a hat.