After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 67: Fame Should Be Gained Early

"I've paid the tuition fee," Lu Liang mused, declining Wang Xiaocong's late-night invitation.

Returning home, he waited in silence for the chime of midnight, not catching any significant sound.

Unlike investing in ofo last time, where there was news about Mobike's financing, this time it felt like dropping a stone into the sea.

"Does this mean that the long videos of Chen Rui are actually the mainstream of the future market?" he wondered.

Opening the pink television set, no matter how many times he'd seen it, he still found it hard to accept the jarring, immature video content.

Yet it seemed to be all the rage on B Site, where the bloggers treated it like child's play. But after all, how much do children actually have to spend?

Lu Liang pondered for a long time, unable to discern the logic behind it; he decided to set it aside for the moment, taking it one step at a time.

After all, whichever industry one chose to dive into required ample funding to do as one pleased.

The urgent task at hand was to make money.

For example, setting a small goal first, like earning a cool billion.

The next morning, Lu Liang went to the office.

Tang Caide submitted a proposal suggesting the expansion of staff, ideally adding one to two people in each department.

"Okay, let's hire a few more analysts."

Lu Liang looked out the window, at Chen Jinchun dozing off, presumably busy until two or three in the morning helping him with research.

The task he had given her was rather ambitious, investigating all the video websites on the market and analyzing their strengths and weaknesses.

He also wanted to learn about the shared bicycle market, but seeing her overwhelmed with work, he chose not to mention it.

Tang Caide gave a knowing smile upon seeing Chen Jinchun biting her pen and said, "Mr. Lu, it seems that our office space is getting a bit cramped."

The current 240 square meters of office space, with 80 square meters taken up by Lu Liang's office and the meeting room.

The pantry and restrooms, among other basic amenities, occupied sizeable areas, too.

The office area could only accommodate 10-15 people, which, although sufficient after the planned expansion, called for preemptive precaution.

"Let's look for a new place, find something bigger nearby to avoid moving too often in the future."

Lu Liang recalled his visit to Panda Interactive Entertainment the previous day; with only 10 million in registered capital, their office spanned nearly 2000 square meters.

Even though it was an office building owned by Wanda, they had just updated their business registration last week, bumping up their registered capital to 50 million.

There was no reason their office should be smaller than the rival's.

At 9:15 a.m., pre-market bidding began.

Some stocks were already finished before the market even opened, notably Teli A.

The pre-market trading lasted ten minutes, with the price hardly changing, hitting the lower limit as soon as the market opened.

The two-hour morning session revealed a plummeting line as straight as could be.

Lu Liang still owned twenty thousand lots, even using the institution's fast-trading channels.

It took an average of three minutes to complete just a few lot trades, evoking the despair felt by the trapped retail investors.

Although he faced a loss of seven to eight million daily, he wasn't in a hurry to sell off, merely trying it out.

With available funds of 145 million, with a principal of 79 million, the twenty thousand lots had lost everything, leaving him with a profit of 66 million.

And Lu Liang had not considered selling the twenty thousand lots; purchased at an average cost of 10.6 yuan, he planned to keep them as his core position, awaiting the next market trend.

During the uneventful trading days, Lu Liang intensely surfed the web for entertainment, watching Wang Xiaocong tear into International Fan.

International Fan and Daheiniu announced their relationship under 'we,' receiving blessings from most of the entertainment industry and even those outside it.

Only Little Wang left a comment in the section below: it's just a fling, some circles you can't just squeeze into whenever you want.

Thus, the squabble began, International Fan sneering about Little Wang having a rich daddy, while Little Wang ridiculed International Fan for being a mere blanket star.

Lu Liang, engrossed in the drama, even set up a Weibo account for himself and liked and commented in support of Little Wang.

It was a tough gig playing the entertainment industry's disciplinary committee, mostly a one-man army.

Using his real name to post, no sooner had Lu Liang sent his message than Little Wang retreated from the battle of words.

In the comments section: "Is that you?"

Lu Liang replied, "Yes."

"Why didn't you come last night?"

"I was busy, couldn't make it."

The two carried on as if they were alone, treating the comments section like a private messaging platform.

Lu Liang's follower count also skyrocketed from single digits, rapidly breaking through the ten thousand mark and starting to surge towards a hundred thousand.

After all, Wang Xiaocong commands over twenty million followers and often gives away phones and red envelopes; the quality of his followers is quite astonishing.

Although netizens didn't know who Lu Liang was, seeing the conversation between the two, they thought they must be good friends.

If he was another naive rich boy from a landlord's house, who knew if he'd start giving away red envelopes once he was happy with the growing number of followers.

Following him wouldn't cost them a piece of flesh.

Meanwhile,

Lu Liang received a call from Weibo's operations manager.

His follower count had broken fifty thousand, and he could skip the Yellow V to upgrade to a Red V, so they asked for his information and occupation.

They also explained the privileges of becoming a Red V, like having an exclusive symbol, customer service, recommendations, and rights.

"Tianxing Capital, Lu Liang, just put down 'angel investor' for my profession," Lu Liang replied.

The operations manager was taken aback, pulled up Tianxing Capital's information, and realized it was a big player in the industry with registered capital of fifty million.

Their tone became more respectful, "Mr. Lu, please wait a moment or two, we will immediately update your account information."

"Shortly after, a dedicated customer service representative will contact you; if you have any questions in the future, you can reach out to your dedicated customer service."

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"Okay, thank you."

Lu Liang followed customer service's guidance, waited for two minutes, and then re-logged into his Weibo account.

His ordinary scenic profile picture now had a small red v next to it, and his bio had changed to:

Founder of Tianxing Capital, angel investor.

"My goodness, I turned into a Red V so quickly?"

"An investment banking tycoon? Begging to be spoiled, begging to be noticed."

"I have a project here, just lacking funds."

After completing real-name authentication, Lu Liang's follower count also swiftly broke through the hundred thousand mark, and his inbox was filled with all sorts of messages.

The netizens of this generation really dared to say and do anything, with racy photos being sent directly, but most of them were seeking investments.

Lu Liang thought for a moment and posted his first update: "Just arrived at this magnificent place; as per tradition, let's start with a prize draw."

"Floor 6, 66, 666, 6666, and floor 8, 88, 888, 8888, each will get a new Apple phone."

After careful consideration,

he felt that Wang Xiaocong's approach was worth considering. Nowadays, in the internet era, fame isn't necessarily a bad thing. Even though it meant public scrutiny, it also meant public protection.

As soon as the status was posted, his follower count, view count, and comment numbers rose exponentially.

Giving away eight iPhones just like that confirmed the netizens' guesses. Birds of a feather flock together; the rich boy knew other rich folks and they were all leaving comments in the section.

With a one in a thousand chance, no cost involved, and the ability to leave multiple comments, they might just be the lucky ones.

Within less than five minutes,

the comment section had already built up a skyscraper's worth of comments.

Lu Liang called over Chen Jinchun and asked her to contact the winners to deliver their prizes.

Because Su Wanyu had come over for tutoring, he also needed to prepare for his fifth mock exam.

"Mrs. Su, what are you going to treat me to tonight?"

Since the last mock exam ended, Lu Liang had tutored for an additional fifteen hours; this time, he was confident he could score 425 points.

"Let's talk about it after you pass," Su Wanyu said with a tsundere expression, discreetly pursing her lips, trying to suppress her joy.

She also felt that Lu Liang could pass today.

So, unlike usual, she had applied exquisite makeup.

Looking forward to their first date tonight; it's just hidden behind black-framed glasses and not easily noticeable.

75 minutes later, Lu Liang finished the mock exam and sat next to Su Wanyu, watching her score it.

The whole test was mostly right with fewer mistakes than before. He had clearly improved a lot compared to the last time, but whether he could pass the 425-point pass mark was still unknown.

Finally, the score tallied up to 422 points.

Su Wanyu frowned slightly, without a word, she carefully rechecked the paper.

She corrected a question that should have deducted five points: "'Ditto,' meaning the same as 'Me too,' is more informal in usage, so your answer isn't wrong after all."

Just by restoring the deducted five points, the score suddenly went from failing to passing.

Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh, teasing, "Mrs. Su, isn't this somewhat biased and unfair?"

Su Wanyu kept a straight face, very seriously said, "Mr. Lu, I warn you again, please do not question my professional integrity."