After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 41: Institutional Seats

At 9:30 AM, Lu Liang finished his workout for the day.

After breakfast, he called Zhao Haisheng to arrange a time to meet later.

Li Manli also planned to go out to buy some things, so the two of them went to the underground garage together.

She saw a strange yellow car parked in Lu Liang's spot and looked around, "Where's the car?"

"It's this one."

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Lu Liang smiled as he opened the door, and suddenly a golden bull projection appeared on the ground.

"That's so cool, what car is this bull?"

Li Manli walked around it, feeling it must be expensive, though she didn't recognize the logo.

"Lamborghini."

"Ah? Is this what a Lamborghini looks like?"

"You didn't think they only made supercars, did you?"

"Isn't that the case?"

"…"

Lu Liang sighed, not wanting to explain any further, and lightly patted the back of Li Manli's head, "Get in."

After Li Manli got into the car, she couldn't help but touch and feel everything around, also spotting the purchase receipt in the storage box.

Her eyes widened in shock, covering her mouth as she exclaimed, "No way, this car costs 3.08 million?"

Lu Liang responded indifferently, "Where do you want to go?"

"North gate of International Financial Center."

Lu Liang set up the navigation and realized it was about two kilometers away, then suddenly remembered, "How do you usually go out?"

"Bus number 11," Li Manli giggled, then stretched out her legs and swayed them up and down.

Lu Liang burst into surprised laughter; bus number 11 was basically walking. He asked, "How's your driving test going?"

"I'm currently studying for the first subject."

"Let me know when you pass, and I'll buy you a car for commuting; it will be more convenient for you to get around."

Li Manli hadn't expected the surprise to come so suddenly, her eyes wide with awe, "What kind of car?"

"We'll discuss it after you've passed."

"I'm sure to pass."

Li Manli cooed playfully, "What kind of car exactly?"

"Do you like sports cars?"

Lu Liang chuckled softly, recalling the Porsche 718 he saw at the car show yesterday.

The full payment price should be under 700,000, perfect for someone who has just learned to drive.

Li Manli was overjoyed, then suddenly felt a little sheepish, "Isn't a sports car too extravagant?"

"If you don't want it, forget it."

Lu Liang glanced at her, not indulging her further.

"I do want it."

While waiting at the traffic light, Li Manli eagerly gave Lu Liang a passionate kiss, "Liang, I love you the most."

Lu Liang straightaway called Li Yue in front of Li Manli and reserved a red 718.

The standard full payment price was 670,000, but the information entered was Lu Liang's, not Li Manli's.

This also meant that no matter who drove the car in the future, the ownership would always belong to Lu Liang.

"It's bought already?"

Li Manli was absent-minded; she hadn't thought that far, only realizing that Lu Liang had already made the reservation, and then she couldn't stop giggling.

"Focus on your driving test; if you don't pass, you'll just be left staring."

Lu Liang joked as they reached the International Financial Center, parking the car at the entrance, with Li Manli looking troubled, "Suddenly, I feel so pressured."

"Pressure is a good thing, let's go."

Crossing Pujiang,

Lu Liang arrived at Guotai's business hall.

Zhao Haisheng's eyes widened, almost dropping his jaw in astonishment.

In recent days, the stock index had plummeted, and many people contacted him, wanting to apply for higher financing limits to cover their positions.

He initially thought Liang was like those people, all wanting to apply for financing. It seemed he had underestimated the situation.

The stock market disaster not only had no negative effect on Liang but had actually allowed him to make a fortune. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to afford a Lamborghini SUV.

The Urus was very famous among car enthusiasts, and since its launch in 2012, it had been hailed as the strongest SUV on earth.

None other in the same price range could match it, even raising the bar to five million, it was nearly invincible.

However, he had heard that the Rolls-Royce Cullinan and the Bentley Bentayga would soon be released, which might impact the status of the Urus.

Zhao Haisheng's thoughts drifted until Liang called him back to reality, "Mr. Lu, this way, please."

The two of them went to the large account room on the second floor. Liang got straight to the point, "What are the conditions needed to lease Guotai's institutional trading seat?"

Brokerage accounts are divided into four levels—first level, second level, VIP accounts, and institutional seats.

The first and second levels are common accounts that just include features like short selling. "Large accounts" are VIP accounts, which can access international channels, but they are still a level lower than institutional seats and could be said to be at a lower dimension.

Normally, institutional seats have the highest priority in trading. Whether buying or selling, they are always prioritized over the other three levels.

Suppose the ordinary retail investors share one trading channel among fifty people, and the large account holders share one among ten, then the institutions have one each.

If, at the same time, several transactions at the same price occur, the institution's transactions will be completed first, followed by large account holders and retail investors.

Furthermore, institutions have the rights to participate in pre-market and post-market trading, a privilege that distinctly sets them apart from ordinary retail investors.

In other words, institutions have the authority to determine the opening and closing prices of a stock.

"Mr. Lu, taking our Guotai as an example, we require an annual channel usage fee of one million and the account's margin must not be less than twenty million."

Zhao Haisheng's brow furrowed. Leasing an institutional seat during a stock market disaster was akin to swimming against the current or lighting a lamp in a bathroom.

"Is it that simple?" Lu Liang was surprised. He had spent the previous night researching for a long time, and some of the qualification conditions almost overwhelmed him.

Zhao Haisheng couldn't help but offer a bitter smile: "Mr. Lu, it's not exactly simple, right? Twenty-one million is not an amount just anybody can come up with."

Although there were numerous other procedures and qualifications required, as long as one had the money, none of those were issues.

Brokers don't just take the one million for no reason; they will handle everything properly, allowing clients to sit back and reap the benefits.

Lu Liang understood.

Twenty-one million was the biggest hurdle, similar to those enterprises with assets over a hundred million who might also struggle to produce such an amount.

Next, he inquired about how long the procedure would take to process and the various functions of the institutional seat.

The response was within five business days, but Liang would need to provide proof of his assets and the size of his assets.

Liang pulled out a platinum card from the Industrial and Commercial Bank, exactly nine digits displayed: "Twenty million for the margin, one million for the channel fee, the remaining seventy-nine million all to be transferred into the institutional account."

"Mr. Lu, just a proof is enough, you... You can take it back for now, I'll contact you once the procedure is done."

Zhao Haisheng was shocked, wiping the non-existent sweat from his forehead.

He was probably the person who knew best about Liang's rapid rise. Just a few months ago, Liang was someone who needed financing for just two hundred and fifty thousand.

In the blink of an eye, he now controlled a cash flow of one hundred million. The speed of a printing press producing money couldn't match his earnings.

It also made him relinquish the thought of inquiring; if it were just millions or tens of millions, they might still be on the same level.

Once it involved over a hundred million,

Zhao Haisheng was out of his league as a client.

Zheng WenZhi, the branch manager of the Yellow River Road branch, was supposed to be on leave at home today but hurried over upon hearing the news.

"Mr. Lu, hello, my name is Zheng WenZhi, the branch manager of the Yellow River Road branch, and I'm pleased to serve you."

Zheng WenZhi's face was all smiles, as anyone capable of investing one hundred million undoubtedly had total assets far exceeding that.

"President Zheng, expedite the leasing procedures, please. I've pretty much got the hang of the details."

Lu Liang paused, then added, "Manager Zhao is a good person and capable too. Let him be in charge of liaising with me from now on."

Zheng WenZhi was momentarily stunned but didn't dare to refuse, smiling and saying, "Manager Zhao, from now on, you will specifically handle dealings with Mr. Lu."

Zhao Haisheng showed gratitude: "Mr. Lu, I am grateful for your trust. I will continue to work hard and will not disappoint you."

If Lu Liang hadn't spoken up, Liang would have shifted from being his client to being the client of the trading house.

This would mean that any future profits brought in by Lu Liang would be attributed to the trading house and Zheng WenZhi, not him.

But now that Lu Liang had mentioned it, the credit was all Zhao Haisheng's, and nobody could take that away.

Lu Liang smiled and nodded, not adding more, as he saw his past self in Zhao Haisheng.

There was a time when he had met a big client,

Who wanted to buy eight houses at once. The client sought more discounts, but Liang's authority was insufficient, so he had to report to his superiors.

In the end, Liu Jianchun, that bastard, had intercepted the deal, and after being busy for more than a month, he ended up with nothing.