After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 52: The Gentle and Modest Gentleman

Wanyu sat gracefully, clad in a long emerald green dress that naturally fell to reveal only half of her white shoes.

She was quite tall, likely over 170 centimeters, but her figure was slender, as if a mere breeze could knock her over.

Lu Liang also saw Wanyu without her glasses, and he couldn't help but stare. She was as fresh and delicate as the sakura in early spring, exuding a fragile, lovable quality.

But as soon as she saw him, Wanyu quickly put on her thick black-framed glasses, and her attractiveness suddenly dropped from a nine to a six.

The lenses were very thick, probably with a high prescription. Her eyes immediately looked much smaller and she acquired a bit more of a bookish quality.

"Mr. Lu, can we start now?"

Wanyu's voice was soft and sweet, soothing to the soul.

She prepared many teaching tools, like a digital drawing pad and ear return devices for pronunciation practice.

"Let's begin."

The two of them went to the neighboring office, where Lu Liang opened the blinds and windows that had been closed all day to ventilate the room.

He had a habit when trading stocks; he disliked bright environments, preferring dim settings that helped him concentrate better.

This action also made Wanyu feel more comfortable.

She was mostly used to teaching children and wasn't accustomed to being alone in a room with a strange man.

Although it seemed that besides Lu Liang, only Chen Jinchun was in the company, the transparent glass was reassuring.

"Mr. Lu, today we will mainly review phonetic symbols. Proper pronunciation is the foundation of everything."

Wanyu smiled gently and took out the digital drawing pad, writing down 20 vowels and 28 consonants.

The last time Lu Liang had studied phonetic symbols was over a decade ago.

For years of non-use, his accent could not just be called off, it was outright abstract.

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Wanyu was very patient and attentive.

She had Lu Liang put on the ear returns and prepared two cotton balls to make sure his ears wouldn't hurt while listening to his own voice.

For each phonetic symbol, from the shape of the mouth to the positioning of the tongue and how to make the sound, Wanyu corrected Lu Liang's pronunciation time and again.

During this, Chen Jinchun knocked on the door to inform them that Liu Jun from upstairs had brought an invitation; he was Meng Changkun's assistant.

Meng Changkun was in Yanjing for work, recently not in Modu, but he hadn't forgotten that Lu Liang was interested in joining the venture capital circle.

Every June, Finance University held an entrepreneurship expo, inviting celebrities from the venture capital world to connect and collaborate with entrepreneurial students.

Meng Changkun had invested in two listed companies and was a well-known figure in the Modu venture capital circle. He received invitations every year.

But he wasn't available this year, and mainly didn't want to go, so he decided to transfer the invitation to Lu Liang.

"Thank you, Assistant Liu."

Upon receiving the invitation, Lu Liang called Meng Changkun to arrange a fishing trip when he returned.

Old Meng had a wide range of hobbies including, but not limited to, tennis, golf, fishing, hiking, and so on.

He was an exemplary figure that every man aspired to emulate, and a great role model for Lu Liang to learn from and catch up to.

Wanyu watched quietly, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

Every graduation season, the entrepreneurship expo at Finance University was well-known, perhaps stemming from the confidence of a top-tier institution.

This expo was open to universities above a certain academic level nationwide, with each school receiving several spots, including Shangwai.

Wanyu had a classmate who had been preparing for the entrepreneurship expo since the beginning of the year, and she had absorbed quite a bit from his enthusiasm.

However, she was curious why a small company, just one or two people in size, had received an invitation from Finance University.

"Mrs. Su, shall we continue?"

Lu Liang ended the call and continued his laborious study of phonetic symbols.

Today was Friday, and he had more time, so they had two sessions lasting 120 minutes in total.

Until his tongue was nearly tied in knots, he finally managed to pronounce all 48 phonetic symbols fluently to Wanyu's satisfaction, and she no longer needed to correct his pronunciation.

By five o'clock, it was time for Chen Jinchun to leave, but with her boss still around, she felt uncomfortable asking to go early

So he used cleaning as a pretext to dilly-dally until six o'clock, waiting for the boss to finish studying before leaving with him.

"Let's go, see you next week."

Lu Liang waved goodbye and took the elevator directly to the parking lot, without giving a thought to driving them home.

One was just a colleague, the other, although he was somewhat interested, was not yet familiar.

On Saturday morning, Lu Liang entered the university with an invitation letter and followed the staff's directions into the Shangcai Auditorium.

He suddenly understood why, despite being hailed as a top financial institution, Meng Changkun had mentioned its low quality.

Lu Liang reviewed several business plans, some of which had even achieved certain successes, owning tens of thousands of fans across the internet.

But they were too assumptive, too idealistic, lacking a clear profit model, a common pitfall for university entrepreneurs.

Moreover, the biggest difference between campus entrepreneurs and those outside was excessive caution.

Caution is good, but timing matters, especially when attracting investments, it's better to aim high.

"A project can afford not to make money now, but it cannot continue without making money or having a profit target."

Lu Liang mingled between investors and entrepreneurs. Such gatherings might be low-end for Meng Changkun, but they were just right for him.

These investors might be tough, but they weren't foolish; even if the project was clearly flawed, as long as the entrepreneurs could persuade them, they were willing to invest.

Because persuading them meant they could persuade others; all they needed was to cash out at the right time, not caring about the consequences later.

Lu Liang, holding a cup of coffee, wandered around different areas of the exhibition and spent a long time without finding a suitable investment project.

He finally found a quiet, peaceful spot to rest, admiring beautiful female students from across the country.

Suddenly, he saw Su Wanyu. There was no time to marvel at how small the world was, as her mode of transport caught his attention.

She was riding a Little Huang,

and a row of Little Huangs was parked in the distance.

Lu Liang was suddenly struck by a realization. Since entering the campus, he had seen many Little Huangs but had not paid attention before.

The bikes bore a brand logo, clearly not privately owned, which reminded him of the shared economy concept he had been researching lately.

Su Wanyu also noticed Lu Liang, her delicate and handsome face showing surprise.

She saw Lu Liang smile and nod at her, then hurried off towards the exhibition's administrative area.

"What's wrong?" asked a female classmate nearby.

"I think I just saw my employer."

"The one who booked 20 lessons with you at once?"

Su Wanyu nodded; after deducting the platform's commission, she still had seven thousand six hundred yuan. If she was economical, it should sustain her through her postgraduate studies.

Her classmate joked with a laugh, "Tell me, did you secretly remove your glasses in front of him and he became so smitten that he followed you all the way here?"

Su Wanyu glared sharply, "Don't talk nonsense. Mr. Lu is very decent, takes his studies seriously, and genuinely wants to learn English."

She mentioned that yesterday, Lu Liang had received an invitation letter, and he was unaware that she would be here today to help.

Her classmate looked teasingly, "Oh la la… calling him Mr. Lu now. Where is he? Let me see what he looks like."

Su Wanyu, pretending to be angry, said firmly, "Go distribute flyers with your boyfriend; I'm heading to the library."

"No, no, no, I was wrong, I'll stop."

Out of the many university students starting businesses nationwide, there were over two hundred teams attending the exhibition at Shangcai today alone.

Investors were scarce, and even fewer were willing to invest, so many teams distributed flyers to increase exposure.

Her boyfriend was part of the Shangwai entrepreneurship team; naturally, Su Wanyu, as her good friend, was roped in to help.

Su Wanyu scoffed haughtily, turning her head away in a tsundere manner, unlike her gentle demeanor when with Lu Liang.

She couldn't help but look towards the administrative area, a flicker of doubt in her eyes, wondering about Lu Liang's hurried behavior.

Su Wanyu still felt favorable towards Lu Liang, who was mature and composed, always mindful of maintaining a proper distance in his teaching, a gentleman of genuine modesty and grace.