After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 100: Private Equity in Progress

The next morning, Lu Liang came to the New International Building again, and the 32nd floor had completely changed its appearance.

Red carpet and congratulatory flower baskets were lined up from the elevator entrance to the company's doorstep.

Behind the reception desk, a screen was inlaid with a string of gilded characters, "Tianxing Asset Management Co., Ltd. Consultation."

Tang Caide came out from the left side, her face smiling but showing a hint of fatigue, "Good morning Mr. Lu, Mr. Meng sent the flower basket over before dawn."

"It's the Chaoshan way, they value gestures of goodwill."

Lu Liang did a thorough check, focusing particularly on the trading room—for a private equity firm, this was the battlefield.

Tang Caide spoke softly, "The security gate you ordered will arrive this afternoon, but the signal jamming devices are all installed."

Lu Liang picked up a signal detector from the table; as soon as the door closed, the signal disappeared. Not a trace of signal could be found in any corner of the room—it wasn't a secret chamber, but it was the next best thing.

A dozen computers were placed in the center, each wired, and monitored by a single mainframe. A huge screen like those found in stock exchanges was embedded in the wall, allowing real-time observation of market trends.

"You've been busy all night, you should go back and rest," said Lu Liang, immensely satisfied.

Having Tang Caide as the vice president of the company was undoubtedly one of the best decisions of the year.

Tang Caide replied, "I managed to get some sleep last night, I'll go back later, after all, we'll have visitors soon."

"There's still time, go rest for a bit, I'll take care of the arrangements," Lu Liang didn't insist further, knowing they would be receiving quite a number of guests soon and he would be hard-pressed to welcome them on his own.

Tang Caide thought for a moment and then said, "How about I go back, change clothes, freshen up and come back."

"Alright, go ahead."

Lu Liang called Chen Jinchun and asked her to gather the company's staff to boost the atmosphere.

Despite the office being sectioned off, the asset management company still spanned around 1300 square meters.

The only thing missing now was people; even if it was just to pour tea, serve water, or handle reception.

Eighteen people arrived in several taxis, crowding onto the 32nd floor of New International Building.

Upon seeing the high-end office space, everyone felt as if they were dreaming. This wasn't just a simple upgrade—it was like trading a musket for a space carrier.

The few non-key undergraduates felt fortunate; had the company waited to move here before recruiting new people, they would definitely not have been chosen.

From now on, the company's recruitment threshold would probably start with graduates from 211 Project universities; anything less would not do justice to such a fine office environment.

Lu Liang glanced at the time and started delegating tasks, "Reception is still responsible for reception, legal and financial colleagues will review contracts, clerical staff will assist, we will have visitors in an hour, let's get moving."

Everyone started familiarizing themselves with the place and facilities. With people bustling around, the office space finally felt lively.

Close to ten o'clock, Wang Xiaocong arrived, accompanied by two people, in stark contrast to the throng brought by Old Meng.

Lu Liang welcomed them into the conference room, smiling and asked, "Were you stood up?"

"Who dares stand me up?" Wang Xiaocong glared, his mother and uncle were inconvenient to show up, so they gave him their authorizations.

Lu Liang smiled and looked at the two men, "Aren't you going to introduce them?"

"Zhao Geng, he's in the luxury car import and export business, and Liang Haitao, his dad is Liang Zhenwen."

Hearing Liang Zhenwen's name, Lu Liang was momentarily taken aback, the chairman of Green View Group, his former boss.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Liang, hello, Xiaocong you entertain them for a bit, I'll go over there to say hello."

Although it was his former young employer, Lu Liang did not offer special treatment, after all, even if it were Liang Zhenwen who came, it would be the same.

Compared to Little Wang, who could only socialize with second-generation rich kids, the people Old Meng brought had quite a few well-known and capable figures.

Such as Wang Jingyuan, a host from Eastern TV, not particularly famous, but her husband was Guo Changguang from Fuxing Group, a tycoon worth billions years ago, also known as Shanghai's King of Cash and China's Buffett.

"Mr. Lu, hello, my husband is on a business trip, so he asked me to come and have a look," Wang Jingyuan greeted with a smile.

"Ms. Wang, hello, we have several esteemed guests today, please excuse any shortcomings in our hospitality."

Ms. Wang smiled, looking at Tang Caide, "Mr. Lu, go ahead with your work, I know Mr. Tang."

Tang Caide smiled with a hint of surprise, "Mrs. Guo, it's been a long time. How come you seem to get younger every time I see you?"

Wang Jingyuan beamed with joy, "I'm almost fifty now."

"No way!" Tang Caide's eyes widened in shock, a reaction that Wang Jingyuan found very gratifying.

Lu Liang breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for Tang Caide's assistance. He then turned to greet another person.

Yu Shirong from Wei'er Group, the third-largest sensor company globally and the number one in China, a billionaire industrial tycoon.

Guo Changguang hadn't come in person; he was the most powerful person present and someone who had subscribed for three shares.

"Mr. Lu, I've heard much about you, and Mr. Meng has often mentioned you. Today, I've finally had the pleasure of meeting you," said Yu Shirong.

At just 49, Yu Shirong already had a full head of silver hair, but he had a very amiable smile.

"President Yu, you're too kind; I grew up listening to your legendary stories," said Lu Liang with admiration.

Japan and South Korea dominated the semiconductor world in East Asia for many years, but the Wei'er Group had torn a gap through the blockade.

Nowadays, Chinese smartphones can use domestically-produced chips that are both high-quality and cost-effective, largely thanks to Yu Shirong.

Saying he is the man behind Chinese phones isn't an exaggeration, a truly admirable entrepreneur.

Yu Shirong chuckled, "Mr. Lu, I just came to have a look, you go about your business."

Lu Liang nodded and went to greet other guests.

It had to be said that Old Meng's social network was vast, with friends from all walks of life, and it even included a couple of suspected white gloves.

But Lu Liang didn't care; once the contract was signed, even if there was a future fall from grace and a chase to retrieve funds, it would have to wait until the end of the cycle.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming. Since you all trust me, I will definitely not let you down."

After making acquaintances around the room, Lu Liang stepped up to the podium to express his sincere thanks to the investors present today.

But that was all he could offer, considering these were mutually voluntary deals; he could not guarantee to cover any losses.

"I'm sure you're all somewhat familiar with the rules of private equity, but don't mind me repeating them." Lu Liang bowed and gestured for Wen Chao to distribute the private equity contract documents to everyone.

A 2+20 management structure, with a cycle of 365 days, starting with a net value of 1. It would be updated on the 25th of each month and those interested could call his secretary to inquire.

Once the contract was signed, the funds had to be transferred into the account within three business days; otherwise, they would face breach of contract liabilities.

There was an initial lock-up period of three months; after that, an early redemption could be requested, but it would involve a 5% penalty on the principal and no dividends would be claimed.

"Does anyone have any questions?"

Since this was the first round of private funding, Lu Liang explained meticulously. In the future, this work would likely fall on Old Meng's shoulders.

"Mr. Lu, the explanation is very detailed; I have no questions," Yu Shirong smiled and signed his name on the three contracts.

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Lu Liang looked puzzled; he wondered why Yu Shirong held such good will towards him, but nevertheless, it was a good thing.

Since Yu Shirong was the person with the highest stature present and he had no issues, the others also rapidly indicated that they had no issues.

After all, they had reviewed the contract terms over and over again before coming; they had accepted the terms and then decided to come. Raising objections now would be nothing more than nitpicking.

"Mr. Lu, the funds will be transferred this afternoon. I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first," Yu Shirong smiled and waved, handing over his signed contract to his assistant behind him.

"Mr. Lu, please stay; I'll see President Yu off," Meng Changkun hurriedly said.

"President Yu, please take care."

Lu Liang could only temporarily bury his doubts in his heart. After seeing off all the guests, he finally found Old Meng to inquire about the reasons.

Meng Changkun laughed, "Didn't you ask me last time who said that Modu was introducing Tesla? It was President Yu."

"Later, I asked him for more details, and he got curious about who wanted to know. So, I mentioned you were interested."

"President Yu has spent his life pursuing the revival of nation through industry and technology. He has a soft spot for young people who want to get into industry."

Lu Liang suddenly understood and felt a deep respect in his heart.