After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 30: Achieving Half a Mini Goal

Two years ago, Chinese housewives snapped up 300 tons of gold, and their feat of successfully hedging against Wall Street giants was still vivid in everyone's memory, giving birth to the new English word "DAMA."

Back then, even the underdog groups could blow up Goldman Sachs Group's position, making them surrender hands up, and now they were with the wind at their backs.

Gold prices soared, unstoppable.

The domestic gold price surge drove international gold prices, thus affecting the London Gold market.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the domestic stock market closed.

The index returned to 4823.48 points, a drop of -6.85%.

Today was destined to go down in history, with 1250 of the 3124 stocks across the three major sectors hitting the limit down, everything in a sea of red, save for a few new stocks still in the green.

The retail investors who had won lottery allocations were everywhere bragging, while those holding other stocks were full of complaints, with Chinese Online completely floored.

Three leading institutions were so angry they almost jumped off a building.

It wasn't their fault. They had their withdrawal plans ready and were proceeding with them step by step.

Everything was steadily improving.

They hadn't expected an official red-headed document to bury the entire market, leaving them unable to escape.

Lu Liang hadn't closed his eyes for 32 hours, but he was still spirited, just with a slight sourness in his eyes and a bit of blur in his vision.

He watched the London Gold market, where the price had risen to 1475.55 US Dollars per ounce, up 110.31 US Dollars.

His personal account held 732 contracts, with a total value now reaching 108.01 million US Dollars.

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"This surge should be almost over."

After long consideration, Lu Liang chose to cash out and exit.

Over a hundred million dollars in chips was like a grain of sand in the desert to a market with a daily trading volume of 20 trillion dollars.

His selling didn't even make a ripple.

The money that was a hundred times leveraged automatically went back to the broker, minus a transaction fee of 12,900 US Dollars, and deducting the original capital of 500,000 dollars.

7.4971 million US Dollars

was the profit from this surge.

Including his margin account, Lu Liang's funds amounted to 8.6271 million US Dollars, 54.782 million RMB.

"Half a small target." Lu Liang was in a great mood and decided to withdraw 4.63 million from his domestic broker account.

He didn't plan to convert the 8.6271 million US Dollars in the London Gold account to RMB, instead depositing it directly into his international card.

He had learned from previous losses.

If it wasn't for the fact that Lu Liang's conversion limit was only 1 million, his total assets would have hit nine figures by now.

US Dollars could be exchanged for RMB without limits, but RMB could not be converted into US Dollars without restrictions.

Lu Liang planned to keep these US Dollars because the overall London Gold market wasn't over yet.

The next two days would see a rise of 41.7 US Dollars.

If handled correctly, by the end of this big surge, his total assets should bust through one hundred million.

The international market allowed for going long and short.

The end of the surge naturally meant a pullback, a pullback meant a decline, a decline meant the opportunity to short, with profits to be made just the same.

At three-thirty, Lu Liang completed the settlement and stepped out of the study, only to see Li Manli, who was editing videos on the sofa, slightly dazed.

Black and white Lolita attire, double ponytails, white knee-high stockings paired with black leather shoes.

Ruffles on the skirt hem, the bow tie on the chest, and elements like lace combined both classic and modern styles.

A stately but playful dual characteristic, present in one person, was miraculous without being contradictory.

"Liang, you've finally come out. If you hadn't, I was really about to knock on your door."

Li Manli excitedly jumped up and trotted over to Lu Liang.

All day, Lu Liang had only come out to make a few cups of coffee and had neither eaten nor slept, which worried her.

Lu Liang looked her over a few times and admired, "That outfit looks great."

"Is it just the outfit that's nice?"

Li Manli's smile blossomed as she twirled around to show off.

Her little leather shoes squeaked on the tile floor.

"The clothes are nice, but the person is prettier."

As the skirt swirled with her movement, a stretch of fair thigh was revealed, with the obviously one-size-too-small white stockings creating a seductive curve at the top of her legs.

Li Manli, sporting a sweet smile, ran to the dining room and lifted the thermal cover, "Hungry, right? I'll warm up some food for you."

Three dishes and a soup were served, meticulously presented and made with care, but Lu Liang knew that when it came to looks, fragrance, and taste, usually only one would prevail.

It was all about appearances.

"No need to heat it up, there's still some warmth left. I'll eat and then take a nap," said Lu Liang tiredly, with little appetite, planning to just go through the motions of eating before going to sleep.

"Since you've had so much coffee today, how about taking a hot bath first, to relax a bit?" Li Manli suggested.

"Sounds good."

"I'll go run the bath for you."

Being tired for a long time is just like being hungry for a long time.

The latter leads to a loss of hunger, while the former could mean lying in bed for a long time before falling asleep.

Right now, Lu Liang yearned for a toasty warm spring bath and a professional masseur to properly relax his body and mind.

But he was too lazy to go out.

Li Manli seemed to read Lu Liang's mind.

Just as he settled into the bathtub, she followed right in.

She tiptoed up behind him and said with a smile, "Liang, let me give you a massage."

Lu Liang turned his head for a glance and couldn't help but chuckle, "When did you buy so many 'unique' outfits?"

She had changed into another costume, in deep red fabric adorned with camellias, and a wide, blue belt tied around her waist.

It resembled the attire often seen in Neon animations during summer festivals, like a kimono but not quite a kimono.

She was braless underneath, and as Li Manli leaned over slightly, Lu Liang caught a generous glimpse of her cleavage.

"Didn't you tell me to do thorough market research and observe the audience's preferences before I started as a video blogger?"

"So I did just that, and found that most viewers on that site are fans of the second dimension."

"Dressing in cosplay outfits, compared to ordinary clothes, brings in a completely different level of traffic."

Li Manli boasted excitedly, "I've only posted two videos and already got three thousand followers."

"Keep it up, and when you reach a hundred thousand followers, I'll support you as the top fan during a live stream," Lu Liang said, laughing lightly.

He didn't see anything wrong with leveraging one's advantages. Being beautiful was her edge.

He also enjoyed the different experience. Clearing his throat, he said, "I remember the Pirate Empress being quite famous, isn't she?"

"The Han Kuke? Do you like it? I'll buy that costume next time."

"It's nice."

Lu Liang lay back with his eyes closed, a slight grin on his face.

He enjoyed Li Manli's service, even though her massage technique was rough and missed the right spots.

Lu Liang had to provide her with some guidance.

Until the warm water slowly turned cool, he stood up and wrapped himself in a bathrobe, "I'm going to take a nap. Don't wait up for me for dinner."

The wet allure was tempting, but he was wholly relaxed now, and as tiredness overtook him, he had no other desires.

A quiet night ensued as he slept through till the early hours.

After freshening up,

Lu Liang continued striving towards his goal of becoming a billionaire.

By four o'clock in the afternoon, the London Gold trading session in Asia had ended and the European and American sessions took over.

During Lu Liang's rest, the London Gold had risen by 12 points, but counter trades in the market had brought it down by 17 points at one point.

By one-thirty in the morning,

the international price of gold had returned to 1470.25 US Dollars per ounce, 47 points away from the forecasted earnings.

"Thirty hours for a 47-point increase. Where's the next catalyst?"

Lu Liang wasn't in a rush to open positions, poring over news and information for the spark that could ignite the market movement.

The London Gold market was so vast that his butterfly effect, earning a few million, would likely not impact the overall outcome.

There definitely was a minor trend on its way, but short sellers had appeared in the market, believing the trend had peaked and a pullback was due.

So there must be another catalyst, one that would ignite this minor trend and elevate the gold price to burst the short sellers' positions.

Lu Liang was looking for it, but he was disadvantaged by not understanding English, requiring translation software to browse international news.

"Looks like I need to enroll in a class; it's all Zheng's fault for not being supportive," he sighed.

Although his English grades were not bad back in the day, almost reaching level four certification, not using it for so many years meant it had all been returned to his teachers.