After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 242 - 241: Tiered Management Fees

The live stream's viewership soared as netizens spread the word about this rare opportunity.

It was a surprise to see such a bigshot so down-to-earth.

Lu Liang glanced around and changed directions to where Chen Jinchun was standing. She stood up, stuttering, "Mr. Lu."

"Are you live streaming?" Lu Liang asked curiously.

Chen Jinchun nodded, and Lu Liang smiled, "Let me have a look."

As soon as Lu Liang appeared on camera, the number of live viewers spiked again, with the top right corner showing 180,000 online and still rapidly increasing.

Live streaming was just an additional feature on Douyin; Yang Zhenyuan didn't fuss over inflated popularity metrics; essentially, what was shown online was the accurate count.

Wanting to leave after a quick glance, Lu Liang suddenly had an idea, "Go have some barbecue; I'll take over the stream for a while."

"Okay." Xiao Chen was stunned and didn't quite understand, but obediently did as instructed and handed the stream over to Lu Liang.

"Hello, everyone, I am Lu Liang; we are currently at our company retreat." Lu Liang said, smiling broadly and appearing very relaxed in front of the camera.

Last year, he had streamed for over a hundred hours on Douyu, and although he didn't show his face or talk much, the process was mostly similar.

The viewers were thrilled and eagerly asked the question they cared about the most, "Mr. Lu, is your company hiring?"

Company retreats were common, and some large companies even held them twice a year, but chartering a flight directly to Sanya was definitely uncommon.

Although Xiao Chen hadn't disclosed the budget, just the private beach at Yalong Bay and the full booking at the MGM Hotel suggested that the three-day retreat cost at least ten thousand per person, and many children were seen, indicating that families could also join, a truly generous benefit.

"Beijing's Tianxing Technology is always hiring, and our benefits far exceed others in the industry," Lu Liang announced with a smile, sharing how to send in applications.

He wasn't streaming out of boredom; recruiting talent was just one aspect; there were at least two more pieces of information he wanted to reveal.

Lu Liang, being inherently lazy, always had a motive behind his actions.

"Damn, it's just a promotional stunt again."

The viewers immediately cursed and complained.

Lu Liang grinned, deliberately correcting, "Friends, this is called being eager for talent, not a promotional stunt."

Tianxing's live stream session seemed to get a boost from Douyin, with the online viewership almost instantly breaking the 300,000 mark.

Various comments flooded the screen, covering all sorts of questions, making it unnecessary for Lu Liang to prompt any.

Even a cursory glance provided him answers he was interested in and wanted to share.

"When will you start making cars? Let's wait at least another year."

"Is the Public Fund still active? Of course, it is."

"What's your take on contending for the White House? You look with your eyes."

Lu Liang sipped his beer and ate barbecue, conducting a casual half-hour interview.

He also revealed two significant updates: he would personally enter the new energy sector and hadn't given up on public funds.

The former isn't particularly explosive news, as there have been rumors online, but tonight it was confirmed by the person involved.

The latter is a major event, though. Private and public funds cannot coexist, but Lu Liang brought it up again, indicating he would give up private funds.

This news made many people restless, and those who weren't familiar didn't feel comfortable asking the reason; even those close to him felt the same.

Everyone was incredibly conflicted. The news kept spreading until it finally reached Little Wang, who has a good relationship with Lu Liang.

"First off, it's not me asking, whatever decision you make, just count me in, and I'll support you blindly."

Little Wang made a call, firstly reinforcing his trust in Lu Liang, then revealing the individuals who had entrusted him.

He then expressed the concessions they were willing to make, stating that if Lu Liang wasn't satisfied with the low management fees, they could be adjusted next time.

For instance, if the profits were 100%, the management fees might increase to 30% for anything above 100%, and 35% for 150%.

A maximum of 40%, was within their acceptable range; if not, they could discuss it further.

But never give up on private funds.

Because public funds represent stability, but also low returns. Used to delicacies, they couldn't swallow simple food anymore.

Lu Liang was stunned, not expecting this windfall, and feigned contemplation. "Tell them not to worry, I won't give up private funds."

The establishment of a public fund wasn't for profit, but to position in the new energy industry chain. Private funds were the constant source of cash flow; without this cash cow, his plans for car manufacturing would be indefinitely stalled. How could he possibly give up?

"That's settled then." Little Wang was about to hang up, but Lu Liang, smiling, invited him, "Nothing much? Come relax in Sanya for a few days."

"No time, that bastard Chen Shaojie is copying me, and I'm going to fucking destroy him." Little Wang was uncontrollably furious.

Panda's live shopping segment had just been online for two days before Douyu rapidly followed suit with a project, nearly driving him mad.

With Douyu's technology, they could launch their platform in no more than three days; Panda needed to urgently secure its lead.

Lu Liang chuckled. "You called it a supermarket, and it's normal to have so many supermarkets on the street."

"It's normal, but I'm pissed."

Little Wang's face was filled with indignation, he couldn't help rushing, "Hurry back after playing, it's time to fund."

If Chen Shaojie lacked sportsmanship, then he should not be pushed to kickstart the funds and poach people. His Pu Si was preparing to reenter the scene too.

Old Wang put it well; those from Tsinghua and Beijing University are nothing compared to those who dare greatly. Fortune favors the bold.

If all else fails, they could pull in Wanda Capital. Little Wang didn't believe they couldn't outdo those two platforms.

"When did you become so spirited?" Lu Liang was surprised.

"Previously there was no hope, but now there's something to look forward to, I will definitely go at it full throttle."

"I'll be back before next Monday."

"Just waiting for those words."

Ending his call with Little Wang, Lu Liang joined Tang Caide, observing the crowd, singing joyously, raising their glasses.

Xiao Chen had also ended his livestream early, taking on the role of a nursery director, playing games with a dozen kids.

Wen Chao took over Xiao Chen's duties, holding up the camera, capturing this beautiful scene.

Lu Liang drank a sip of beer, smiling as he asked, "Why don't you join them for a bit?"

"I feel happy just watching from afar; they might be uncomfortable if I joined them."

Tang Caide's eyes were tender. The financial world is actually quite chaotic, sometimes even worse than the entertainment industry.

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There's a movie called "Wolf of Wall Street" that unpacks just the tip of the industry iceberg, but their company was an exception.

With Lu Liang's presence, the employees were not stressed, and the funds did not have to be procured through unscrupulous means.

She liked this company; she liked this atmosphere, and couldn't bear to join them and break such a harmonious scene.

In the company, after all, she always played the role of the tough one.

"Happiness isn't just seen, it's felt through participation." Lu Liang led the cheer, urging Tang Caide to sing a song.

"Mr. Tang, give us a song."

Lu Liang waved his arms, and the crowd responded enthusiastically.

Xiao Chen appeared to be tipsy, his face flushed red, excitedly waving and shouting, "Tang, get up here, I love you."

Tang Caide couldn't help but laugh and look helplessly at Lu Liang before delivering a song, "Moon Over the Lotus Pond," pushing the evening's mood to its peak.