After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 99: Preparation in Advance

"Set up the trading room as close to the windows as possible, and purchase several more air purifiers."

Lu Liang made a round, and although the best decorating materials were used, there was still a faint 'new home' scent.

It would probably take a couple of weeks to dissipate, but there was no time now to wait for it to evaporate naturally.

"The formaldehyde index is only 0.055mg per cubic meter, which essentially meets the living conditions."

Tang Caide held the inspection report from the surveying organization; the national standard for the maximum allowable concentration of formaldehyde is 0.08mg.

As long as the indoor air doesn't exceed this standard, it is livable, but ventilation treatment is still necessary.

"We'll do a bit more decoration in the meeting room later; tomorrow a group of investors will come over to sign contracts."

After finishing his instructions, Lu Liang left since Wen Chao had just called to say that yesterday's interviewees had arrived at the company.

Altogether there were twenty-seven or twenty-eight people, each in a suit and tie, holding resumes and queuing up at the door, nearly stretching to the elevator.

Among them were seasoned professionals from the financial industry as well as top talents who had graduated from finance departments this or last year.

After all, Lu Liang's public message was that he was recruiting two experienced traders as well as four newcomers.

The four newcomers weren't hard to pick; Lu Liang finalized the candidates in just two hours.

Since he hadn't met them and they had no work experience, he could only consider their university resumes and first impressions during the conversation.

Qingbei, Fudan, Nanda, Shangcai, all from renowned universities, full of credentials, the first impression became an important selection indicator.

Those who didn't catch his eye were all passed; the four left were all fair-skinned, good-looking young men.

This made the receptionists, clerks, and accountants in the company starstruck, thinking Boss Lu was looking out for their welfare.

Lu Liang just smiled, without explaining.

One only understands the importance of looks when they start working; after all, without a decent appearance, no one will bother to find out if the soul is interesting.

He glanced up and asked, "How many interviewees are still outside?"

"Eleven," Wen Chao replied.

"Excluding recent graduates?"

"Seven."

"Let those seven come in then."

Lu Liang didn't want to conduct individual interviews; he called them all into the meeting room and posed a common question.

"From left to right, each person has two minutes to introduce yourselves; I'll give you ten minutes to prepare."

Lu Liang didn't need traders with incredible track records or experience managing private funds worth billions.

He just needed seasoned professionals with abundant work experience who could resolutely execute his plans and didn't have too many ideas of their own.

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So the first two who bragged and boasted about their past were directly excluded, and so were the quiet ones, like bottling up.

The three who were left were just reading their resumes monotonously, mediocre interviewees to say.

Just one more out of the three needed to be cut.

Lu Liang quickly looked over the materials and decisively eliminated a candidate born in '78, who was 37 years old this year.

It wasn't because of his age, as among the remaining interviewees, one was born in '77.

It was purely because the '78 candidate was born in the Year of the Horse, and Lu Liang, born in the Year of the Ox in '85, inherently clashed with the Horse; they tread on each other.

Although Lu Liang didn't believe in feudal superstition, since he had to choose two out of three, there needed to be a reason to exclude one.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, the day's interviews ended.

Lu Liang took out the six resumes that passed the interview and then handed them to Wen Chao, "Spend more money and hire a few more third-party services for background checks; I want to know the results as soon as possible."

Wen Chao nodded, indicating that he would commission the third-party services immediately.

After giving his instructions, Lu Liang walked out of the office.

He called over his cousin, who was sitting in the corner daydreaming, and the two headed to Guotai's business hall since he planned to apply for ten more trading accounts.

Today's market was still steadily falling, the battle for 4000 points, the defense at 3500 points, and the safeguarding at 3000 points.

Only the last seemed relatively reliable; 3000 points were like Big A's baseline, playing around for half a year only to return to the starting point.

With the general market trending downward, numerous speculative stocks were vying for dominance, but most were fleeting, leaving nothing behind but chaos after a wild party.

Only Teli A stood out, becoming the center of the frenzy since last Monday when Lu Liang offloaded his shares to the Wenzhou Gang.

It completely turned into the stage of revelry, if you have a dream, come join us.

Various capital traders took turns, today's surges and declines often exceeding ten percentage points.

The morning session might see an increase of seven points, then the afternoon would drop by three, or the morning might tumble seven or eight points, and the afternoon would turn positive again.

It just seemed so normal.

The retail investors entering the market were in pain but also delighted, as after all, the speculative institutional players would always leave some scraps behind.

So there went the joke, "Even as Big A rose to 5,000 points, I didn't make much, but I earned quite a bit during the stock disaster."

This statement won unanimous approval from the retail investors.

It also gave rise to many new memes, like "The 'A' in Teli A is the same 'A' as in Big A," and "Playing with Big A is just for fun; to truly play the stock game, one must play Teli A."

The name Teli A went completely viral, attracting a large number of outsiders intrigued by its fame, and with the rising popularity, the stock price climbed steadily upward amidst daily rollercoaster rides.

As of today, it had successfully stabilized at 45 yuan.

Lu Liang couldn't help but click his tongue, "Could the trend really start off like this?"

Due to the Securities and Futures Commission's heavy crackdown, Li Wu was investigated, his profits of 480 million seized, and he was fined a total of 720 million.

Such a profound lesson, which occurred not long ago, meant nobody dared to commit such a blatant transgression, playing tricks with this stock; thus, Teli A became one of the market's few sanctuaries.

The powerless, influence-free, and uninformed retail investors had low expectations; they simply longed for a relatively fair trading market.

And so, they rushed headlong into Teli A.

Of course, they never suspected that the fair market they hoped for might just be a façade deliberately shown to them by others.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many speculative institutions flocking to this stock, looking to get a piece of the action.

After all, the market is a place where big fish eat little fish, the little fish eat shrimps, and fishermen stand on the shore.

Lu Liang decided then that once he achieved success and fame, he would write a book called "A Lifetime of Walking on Thin Ice for Big A's Retail Investors."

It wasn't long before Zhao Haisheng got his trading account set up, and at some point, his nameplate had changed to Deputy Director.

Surprised, Lu Liang laughed and asked, "Haisheng, when did you get promoted?"

"Thanks to Mr. Lu, it was decided last week," Zhao Haisheng replied with a beaming smile, his flattery not just an act.

In the securities industry, performance was what spoke volumes, and Lu Liang's frequent trading generated substantial commission fees.

All credited to his performance, he received specific praise from headquarters, so it was natural that he climbed the ranks.

"How come you never mentioned it? Shouldn't you treat us to a meal?" Lu Liang joked with a smile.

"How could I? I wouldn't dare bother Mr. Lu over such a trivial matter."

Zhao Haisheng, genuinely apprehensive, quickly invited Lu Liang to dine with him that evening, to reciprocate past favors.

He wouldn't forget that without Lu Liang, there would be no him—it was Lu Liang who went against others' opinions to let him continue as the dedicated broker.

"Some other time, maybe. I'm really tied up with work recently and can't get away," Lu Liang said with a smile, picking up the documents and leaving.

Although he had no use for Zhao Haisheng at the moment, who knew about the future? As long as Zhao remembered his roots, it was all good.

That evening, Lu Liang visited New International Building again, where money paved the way, and a day's worth of work could be accomplished.

Upon entry, a massive reception desk sat in front, with Tianxing Asset Management to the left and Tianxing Capital Investment to the right.

The entire company was carpeted with deep-colored, soft rugs, and partitions had been put up between the two firms.

Rooms like the stock trading room, conference room, offices, and pantry were already taking shape.

Also, there were continuous streams of movers transporting various office equipment.

"Can this be finished before dawn?" Lu Liang asked.

"It will all be done by four o'clock," Tang Caide answered.

Modu never lacked for hard workers. They offered triple the hourly wage for triple the manpower.

If concrete didn't need time to cool, even Rome could be built in a night.

"You've worked hard," Lu Liang acknowledged, sensing that Tang Caide planned to stay here until daybreak.

After all, she was the chief coordinator—where each item should be placed, how to position the seats, she had to check every detail.

"I've been idle for so long, about time to get moving. Can't just keep drawing a salary without doing anything."

"How can it be considered drawing without doing anything? Hiring you with an annual salary of 400,000, I feel like I got myself quite the bargain."

"Mr. Lu, if you're thinking of giving me a raise, I wouldn't mind."

"How much of a raise do you want?" Lu Liang inquired.

Tang Caide just smiled and shook her head, "Let's not worry about that for now. We can talk about it once the profits roll in."

That morning, Lu Liang had invested another ten million; now the committed and paid capital both amounted to fifty million.

As of now, not a cent of profit to be seen, and of the fifty million in funds, only slightly more than nine million remained.

"It is venture capital, after all. You can't expect to see profits right away, but we're getting close."

Lu Liang said with a smile, "2+20, tomorrow, two hundred thousand US dollars will be in the account."