After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 47: It is Inadvisable to Stay Long at One’s Old Home

The next morning, Lu Liang was woken up by laughter outside his house.

Overnight, the news that Lu Tiechui's son had made a fortune in Modu and even returned driving a four-million luxury car had spread throughout Luhe Village, becoming common knowledge.

Third Uncle and Uncle Chun together were nearly 150 years old.

Even if they wanted to work, their descendants wouldn't dare let them; bored every day, they wandered around the village visiting neighbors.

With over three hundred households and fewer than two thousand residents, the small, uneventful village rarely saw anything new.

Old, stale tales had been retold over and over again; finally, a piece of fresh news had surfaced, and like striking soft gold, they couldn't help but boast about it to anyone they met.

So from early in the morning, visitors flocked non-stop to the Lu Family, some even taking a detour to see the car worth four million, despite being on their way to work or school.

"Uncle, Auntie, please take your seats at your leisure."

Lu Liang saw a few familiar faces, yet didn't know what to call them.

He knew the root of the trouble was the car parked outside; after breakfast, he found an excuse to leave the house.

Not going far, he drove to a newly built residential area not far from Luhe Village.

It had been on sale for a few years, with a starting price of 5,800 per square meter, but sales were poor since almost every family in his hometown had their own land.

There existed a belief there that only the poor would buy commercial housing units, while the wealthy built their own houses.

A commercial housing unit is just that, even if it's a duplex; upstairs and downstairs, you don't recognize your neighbors.

But it's different with self-built houses; you can design them as you wish, with a couple of Roman pillars at the front or shape it into a European palace if desired.

Moreover, rural land is almost perpetual, unlike commercial housing that comes with time restrictions and property management fees.

Lu Liang arrived at the sales office and selected a 120-square-meter flat. With the dismal sales, the total price was only 650,000, including a parking spot.

The old house needed to be demolished and rebuilt, and his parents, true to their nature, would certainly borrow a place to stay from relatives or friends, unavoidably incurring social obligations.

There was no need to owe favors for something that could be solved with money. To prevent this kind of situation, Lu Liang went out to find them a house.

A simple, large three-bedroom flat of 120 square meters, priced at 5,800 per square meter, commanded an annual rent of 30,000.

Upon hearing the rent, Lu Liang no longer wanted to lease it; he didn't have much money anyway, so he might as well buy one.

With his professional eye in real estate, he quickly settled on a low-floor, south-north through unit.

The house was viewed in the morning, the contract signed at noon, and while the property deed would still take a few days, it was already habitable.

Lu Liang called his parents to say he wouldn't be back for lunch and headed to the town in search of childhood memories.

He ordered a few of his favorite childhood snacks, sat down on a small roadside stool, and checked the stock market situation.

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Today was yet another day of decline.

The current drop was -1.5%, with a stock price of 9.61 RMB.

The trading volume of the stocks was like a microcosm of the A-share market, continuously shrinking, with capital only flowing out and not in.

The term "numb" was

the best expression of the current mood of the market investors.

Those willing to cut their losses had already done so, those unwilling had emptied their savings to cover their positions time and again.

A stock market crash was an inevitable trend, and they could only watch their assets shrink over and over again, with no power to reverse the tide.

"Apart from real estate, what else can be invested in?"

For a moment, Lu Liang's thoughts were all over the place.

Besides the one hundred million he was cooperating with Meng Changkun, he still had 13.9 million US Dollars, which amounts to approximately 88 million RMB.

With his current asset allocation, he guessed he wouldn't be able to borrow much from the bank since he lacked fixed assets.

Stock market assets are illusory; a single crash could halve them repeatedly, and only a solid business could provide peace of mind.

Lu Liang pondered for a long time, searching through major financial boards for new concepts and themes.

Finance is the pinnacle of all industries, and even if the state does not wish for finance to grow too strong, it can't change this fact.

Investors are like sharks in the sea, sensing even a hint of blood and rushing forward, hyping up the concept.

Baofeng Technology initially had taken advantage of the new Internet+ concept, and with deliberate promotion, it exploded onto the market upon listing.

Moreover, in traditional industries, with Lu Liang's capital volume, even if he had the qualifications to participate, he would likely just be making up the numbers, giving easy points to others.

To engage in risk investment, he still had to look to the market for new themes, perhaps catching the next big wave.

Lu Liang found four new-concept themes: new retail, new finance, new energy, and the shared economy.

New retail stood for online shopping, new finance meant online lending, and as for new energy and the shared economy, he still didn't quite understand them.

At this time, the restaurant owner came over with dishes: "All your dishes are ready. Would you like some soup on the house?"

"Boss, I'll take it to go," Lu Liang's head was full of ideas, and now he just wanted to focus on his research.

Holding snacks in his hand, planning to go home, suddenly someone called out to him from behind: "Lu Liang?"

"Lu Liang, it really is you." A smiling woman with dark and sallow skin, holding onto a child.

Lu Liang looked carefully, feeling a sense of familiarity, but he just couldn't remember.

The woman said with a smile, "Me, Zheng Wanrong."

"Class monitor!"

Lu Liang was astonished; it was hard to imagine that the woman before him was the same fair-skinned, always smiling middle school class monitor.

While it wasn't a first love, at that young age, he had a bit of a crush on the pretty, smart girls in the class.

"Is this your child? How old is he?" he asked, looking at the tall boy beside the woman.

"His name is Ji Bojun, he's 10 years old this year."

The woman nudged the child, "Say hello to Uncle Lu."

The boy, who seemed to have been dragged out shopping reluctantly by his mother, muttered, "Uncle Lu."

"Such a sensible boy."

A touch of melancholy flashed in Lu Liang's eyes as he suddenly remembered a conversation with friends from a few years ago where they talked about middle school, including the woman before him, who seemed to have gotten married at nineteen.

Time flies; the middle school classmates of the past now looked aged, their children so grown, yet in Modu, Lu Liang felt none of this change.

He suddenly thought that it wasn't suitable to stay in his hometown for long; if he continued, it wouldn't be his appearance but his heart that aged first.

Lu Liang saw the woman holding several bags: "Where are you headed? Let me give you a lift."

"No need, I came on a motorcycle," the woman said, pointing to the white Wuyang parked on the roadside.

"Okay then, I've got some things to take care of, so I'll be leaving first. We'll catch up another time," Lu Liang said, making an excuse to leave after so many years with little left to say.

"Goodbye." The woman looked on in surprise as Lu Liang got into the luxury car that almost attracted everyone's attention.

Lu Liang didn't go home because he didn't want to deal with distant relatives, so he went to his newly purchased apartment instead.

Eating snacks that looked like those from his childhood but lacked their taste, he received a call from Zhang Chen.

"Mr. Lu, 'Xia Luo' is scheduled to start shooting on Friday. Do you want to join the opening ceremony?"

Lu Liang learned it was in Dalian and immediately lost interest: "I'm quite busy lately, I'll have Director Tang go instead."

After a few unenthusiastic bites, which served as his lunch, Lu Liang began to study the future direction of investment.

Of the four emerging concepts, he first eliminated new finance.

Although it was the hottest concept in the market at the moment, with several companies preparing to list in the US, Lu Liang was not optimistic.

He had borrowed from online lending platforms and was well aware of their potential harm; they were rootless and could be upended by a single policy.

So he could only look for targets within new retail, new energy, and the shared economy.

Lu Liang thought of Meng Changkun, who had done just that, constantly investing in new industries, and they were now business partners.

"Mr. Kun, are you busy?"

Lu Liang called him to ask if there were any investment salons or gatherings lately and if there was a chance to take him along to expand his horizon.

Although clueless about those industries, he had money to invest initially. If he was optimistic about the future, he would either take control through shares or start from scratch.

The financial market was his arsenal; he was confident that his vast cash flow could wash away any obstacles ahead.

Meng Changkun, guessing Lu Liang's intentions, laughed and said, "Don't forget what month it is now. There are two events this weekend, but the quality might not be that great. If you're interested, I can give you my invitation."

"Sure, thanks a lot."

June was graduation season, influenced by the legendary tales of Bill Gates and Zuckerberg. In recent years, college entrepreneurship seemed to be very popular.

This trend also propelled the development of online lending.