After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 63: Stretch! The longer you stretch, the more you earn

"Lu, what's the rush?"

Meng Changkun smiled, making Gongfu tea.

With a cigar just lit in the ashtray, he fanned the smoke with his hand, enjoying the aroma of the cigar, looking utterly at ease.

The next second, upon hearing Lu Liang's words, he spat out the tea he had just sipped, muttering to himself, "Damn, that water's a bit hot."

Meng Changkun felt a bit dizzy. In just over a month, he had made over a hundred million and could possibly cause others to lose billions.

"Lu, you really are a dark horse, impressing everyone once you finally reveal yourself," he exclaimed in amazement.

Meng Changkun was very serious upon understanding Lu Liang's concerns, "Business is business, we are in a rule-of-law society now. We use our brains, not violence."

If people sought revenge over financial losses, society would become chaotic. After all, even the wealthiest are flesh and blood.

Moreover, losing money in the stock market, whether it's tens of billions or just several billion, you have to accept your bets and losses.

That's a red line no one dares to cross. Those who cry out for violence over minor losses are just small business owners dealing with tens of thousands.

Take him, for example, if he lost twenty billion, his life would surely be even better than it is now.

During festivals, those he owed money to would still come to gift him presents, and if he sneezed, they'd ensure he got a full check-up.

That's because while alive, it's just paper loss. Only in death does it force a settle-up into real loss.

Li Jianlin and Wu Junle are the same.

Even if they lose more than twenty billion down to the last cent, they won't die. At most, they'll spend the rest of their lives paying it back.

Of course, Lu Liang also needed to be careful. After suffering such a huge loss this time, they'd definitely find a way to target him in the future.

"But you don't need to worry too much, it's still 'business is business.' They'll probably just smear you a bit, file a complaint against your company, or allege some regulatory infractions."

Hearing Meng Changkun put it this way, Lu Liang breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't been wealthy for long and some rules he still needed to learn from his elders.

As long as his life wasn't in danger, he didn't care about reports, framing, or smearing, because he knew the others didn't dare to cross certain lines.

Li Wu had been insider trading and violating regulations already, if they reported Lu Liang, they would probably expose themselves as well.

Curious, Meng Changkun couldn't help probing indirectly: "It couldn't be that fifty million I entrusted to you last time, could it?"

Lu Liang nodded with a smile, "But there are still a few tens of millions that can't be cashed out yet."

One hundred million in capital, fifty million each. He hadn't thought about embezzling it.

Old Meng had helped him so much, in both business and personal matters, and even promised to share half of his earnings with him.

Seventy-five percent of the profits belonged to Lu Liang; embezzling would have been utterly indecent.

"This money's coming in too fast."

Meng Changkun was in disbelief. Even with just twenty-five percent in profits, that's thirty million.

He invested fifty million and made thirty million in less than a month. It was damn quicker than robbing a bank.

After all, it was fifty million, not five million. The larger the capital, the lower the return rate is likely to be.

Just like those mythical tenfold stock gains, market manipulators usually make only three to five times, possibly even less.

Because when big money pulls out, it inevitably affects the market, resulting in giving back some of the gains already in hand.

Unless someone takes over, like Lu Liang did this time.

"It's not too bad," Lu Liang replied, unfazed. If he could fully capitalize on this trend, he conservatively estimated a 300% return.

"Lu my friend, in my opinion, all those so-called experts out there can't hold a candle to you."

"Mr. Kun, that's an overstatement. I've just been lucky."

"Luck is part of strength too."

Meng Changkun wasn't just flattering. With the rate Lu Liang was making money, it was only a matter of time before his wealth surpassed his own.

As the two chatted, Lu Liang received a call from Chen Jinchun. She said that someone had called the company requesting to see him.

"The longer you stretch it out, the more money you'll make, and the greater your influence will grow," Meng Changkun reminded kindly. Lu Liang was like a small but well-known startup.

Many people wanted to do angel investing to secure valuable original shares, just like he did before.

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They just didn't know whether Lu Liang was just lucky or actually had the skill. So, while they'd promise boundless wealth, they'd also set strict conditions.

The best way to handle it would be to take action that changes those people's perceptions of him.

Turn luck into real strength.

"You don't need to worry about offending them by rejecting."

Meng Changkun paused, his eyes full of disdain. "Capitalists are only interested in profits; as long as you can make money for them, even slapping them a few times is acceptable."

Lu Liang understood and, after asking a few more questions, bid farewell to Meng Changkun and returned to his company downstairs.

After six o'clock, most people had gone home, leaving only Chen Jinchun idly doodling at her desk.

"Mr. Lu, you're back." As Lu Liang's assistant, she couldn't leave until he did.

"Who called while I was out?"

Lu Liang inquired, planning to return each call personally.

Business may not have been concluded, but goodwill remained; current lack of cooperation didn't rule out future collaboration.

It was important to maintain appearances and leave a good impression.

"Mr. Liu from Zhongxin Fuying, Mr. Zhang from Caiyi..."

Chen Jinchun listed seven or eight names and their associated companies in one breath.

Lu Liang picked up the information and, as Meng Changkun had guessed, they were all relatively small asset management fund companies.

According to Old Meng, those contacting him now were hoping for a bargain, while the more powerful big shots were still watching.

The world never lacks geniuses or so-called Golden Touches, but only those who have been tested by the market and survived earn their respect.

Chen Jinchun added, "Oh, Mr. Lu, Manager Li from Zhongxin Fuying called three times, hoping you'd call back immediately upon receiving the message."

"Li Jianlin?" Lu Liang was surprised and after seeing Chen Jinchun nod, he pondered for a moment and said, "Got it."

Back in his office, after much thought, Lu Liang still decided to call Li Jianlin: "Hello, this is Lu Liang."

He wanted to see what the other party had up his sleeve.

"Mr. Lu, nice move. On the 21st last month, you must have been rebuilding your position," Li Jianlin said casually.

By looking at the results and reasoning backwards, it was easy to recognize Lu Liang's trading technique, which he highly praised.

Lu Liang was taken aback for a moment but responded with a smile, "Manager Li, you flatter me. When picking stocks then, I noticed Teli A had an odd trend, so I took a precaution. I didn't expect it to pay off quite like this."

Although the two had never met or spoken before, they talked about their trading strategies as if they were old friends.

Gradually, Li Jianlin transitioned to the main issue, sighing, "Mr. Lu, you really put us in a tough spot this time."

Lu Liang's smile faded as he spoke softly, "So, you've come to settle scores?"

"No, no, Mr. Lu, please don't get me wrong. We respect the better player and accept our losses."

Li Jianlin hastened to clear any misunderstanding: "It's just that we have quite a bit of capital tied up and need your help to give a boost."

He added, "And this favor won't go unrewarded."

Lu Liang: "Oh? I'd like to hear more details."

Li Jianlin said, "According to our research, you should still have over twenty thousand shares in it, right?"

Lu Liang asked with a sly smile, "Are you sure about your research?"

He did indeed have over twenty thousand shares left, intended as a base for the next market surge, but he couldn't admit that outright.

"No matter the amount, we'll drive this wave above 50 yuan."

Li Jianlin smiled, knowing Lu Liang was boasting, but didn't expose the lie. With a serious tone, he said, "If you plan to exit, just give us a heads-up."

They were too confident in their mistake.

Had they asked the major shareholders to investigate the circulating shares before the market surge, they wouldn't be in such a passive position.

But there was still time to recover; forewarning meant Lu Liang wouldn't cause further trouble.

Twenty thousand shares, 2 million in total, currently worth 65 million yuan.

It was neither a large nor a small sum.

If Lu Liang dumped his shares recklessly on Monday, it would ruin everything.

To avoid this, they were willing to drive up the price once more, allowing Lu Liang to exit at the peak.

"Manager Li, I appreciate your kind offer."

After contemplating for a moment, Lu Liang added, "I'm sorry, but I'm quite optimistic about Teli A's future and plan to hold it for the long term. That'll be all for today; I have to go, so I'll hang up now."