After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 250 - 249: Celestial Fairy Descends to the Mortal World

She was pretty, but as a leader, she needed to be not only attractive but also have high emotional intelligence – and her soothing words did make one feel very comfortable.

The softness of a Southern belle manifested in her at this moment.

Her gaze was so sincere it almost made one unable to discern truth from pretense. Lu Liang's reputation was well-known, and her admiration wasn't just for show.

"Mr. Bai, feel free to order. I am not great with my alcohol,"

Lu Liang replied with a smile, picked up his glass, and took a small sip.

Old Xu's eyebrows knitted together, sensing that their plan might be going awry, and he hastened to strike while the iron was hot, "Mr. Lu, how about we go sing some songs later? Jingjing and the others will be ready soon."

"Sure," Lu Liang nodded, his smile natural, but under the table, he quietly made a sign.

Wen Chao was waiting four meters away, having followed him for so long, he would definitely understand the signal.

Although it was still a bit forced, experiencing this was enough; if they pushed him, he wouldn't dare refuse. It was clear that the dance troupe was Old Xu's personal network expansion tool.

Had it been earlier, when they stepped out of their world to invite him, Lu Liang would most likely have given in.

But they should not have given him time to think.

Lu Liang was new to this and wasn't an official without such privileges. He didn't want to gamble, even with a one in a ten thousand chance.

A few minutes later, Jingjing and the others changed into sexy, glittering short skirts, like fairies descending to the mortal realm, their aura no longer concealed.

"Mr. Lu, this way, please," Old Xu led the way, with everyone preparing to head next door to sing.

Just then, Wen Chao suddenly took a call and quickly walked over to whisper to Lu Liang.

Lu Liang's face changed slightly, and he turned to say, "Mr. Xu, I am really sorry, I've got an urgent matter to handle."

Old Xu frowned deeply, quickly asking, "Mr. Lu, what's the matter, do you need help?"

"No need to bother, I can handle it."

"I'll arrange a helicopter to take you back."

"I'm not too used to flying; just send a car."

"Alright then."

Old Xu and Bai Dandan stood downstairs, smiling broadly as they watched Lu Liang gradually go off into the distance.

"Dandan, do you think he really had something urgent or was it an excuse?" Old Xu's smile faded as he suddenly asked.

The leader of a dance troupe not only needs to be competent but also has to manage the group well.

Diligently guiding them, as a girl's youth doesn't last many years – it's better used to secure a bright future than wasted.

In essence, Bai Dandan was his right-hand person.

Bai Dandan furrowed her brows lightly, pondering for a while, "I think it's mostly an excuse; he still has some reservations about you."

She didn't dare to be too certain because, from the stage, she could see that there was a moment when Lu Liang seemed to be moved.

But due to her miscalculation, letting Jingjing and the others go change their clothes, they missed that fleeting opportunity.

Old Xu sighed helplessly, "I figured as much. Even though we're all in finance, those who can make a name for themselves internationally are always stronger than those bank idiots who only know how to take money."

He had also realized that Lu Liang, just like Old Ma, came to see what games they were playing.

They won't make bets with stakes, even if there's just a one in ten thousand chance.

Moreover, with Lu Liang being so young and wealthy, he could play with any woman he wanted. Key to note, he was also divorced; having a few girlfriends was merely a moral issue.

Bai Dandan spoke softly, consoling, "Mr. Xu, don't lose heart. If there's a first time, there can be a second. Once the relationship develops, things will naturally fall into place."

"That's true," Old Xu chuckled.

Meanwhile, the borrowed Maybach was leaving Yangcheng.

There were only three people in the car: Lu Liang, Fang Shiyu, and Wen Chao.

"Distant waters can't quench immediate thirst."

Lu Liang's face showed sorrow; he was a bit upset by the provocation. It was just Guangdong-Hong Kong-Macau; he didn't often come here and seemed to lack resources.

"You have it tough, Little Lu. Just endure it for now, and don't do something in the heat of the moment you'll regret for life."

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An hour and a half later, back at the hotel in Shenzhen, Lu Liang drank several more bottles of beer before he could finally fall asleep peacefully.

The next morning,

they set out for BYD Road in Pingshan.

The entire street was about seven kilometers long, and both sides were lined with BYD's industry or related enterprises.

Lu Liang also saw the newly turned-fifty-year-old Boatman Brother at the entrance of the Hexagonal Building.

As the market digested the news of Buffett's increased holdings, BYD's market value also broke through the 300 billion threshold.

According to public information, Old Wang, who held 17.85% of the shares, saw his personal fortune also surpass the significant mark of fifty billion.

The substantial 300 billion market value of BYD meant they could walk into a bank and secure a loan of a hundred and eighty billion at any moment if the days turned tough.

Self-produced and self-sold throughout the whole production chain, they comfortably occupied the leading position in China's new energy sector and were among the world's top suppliers of power batteries.

The direct and indirect job opportunities they created numbered more than a million, far too substantial for companies like NIO and Li Xiang, which were mere shells, to even touch.

"Mr. Wang, hello, I've long admired your reputation."

Lu Liang's face was full of smiles, quite gratified.

Obviously, his notorious reputation in Beijing's internet circles had not spread to the Pearl River Delta.

Mr. Wang's first stop was to show him BYD's patent wall, which boasted over twenty thousand patents.

A dense array of certificates surrounded the eight characters "Technology Reigns Supreme, Innovation is Fundamental."

"Mr. Lu, this is the result of twenty years of accumulated investment of over 100 billion by our 100,000 research and development personnel," Mr. Wang said pridefully. There were few privately-owned domestic enterprises like theirs that were willing to invest so much in research and development.

However, he suddenly realized that there was something in Lu Liang's gaze beyond admiration, a kind of indescribable implication.

It was a pity that Zhang Yiming was not there; otherwise, he would surely have reprimanded him with the anguish of someone who had seen it all and was unable to forget the past.

Clearly, Lu Liang had set his sights on something.

"Mr. Wang, could we take a look over there?"

Lu Liang cleared his throat a few times and found an excuse, "I saw from the overpass earlier that there's a collision test happening today?"

"The new Tang model is going to be released." Although Mr. Wang was older, he was still vigorous and immediately led Lu Liang to have a look.

Major domestic automakers rarely poached talent, comfortably counting money from joint ventures, while new energy upstarts were still playing at faking car production with empty pockets.

BYD's benefits were not too shabby, and over time, naturally, there was no sense of crisis.

Lu Liang watched at the testing ground as several engineers pointed and took notes on relevant data.

He did not presumptuously approach to disturb them, merely silently remembering their names; one was called Lin Dongyao, the other Wu Lei.

Mr. Wang hadn't realized that these two strong players had been marked by Lu Liang, who chuckled and asked, "Mr. Lu, what do you think of the new Tang model?"

"Want to hear the truth?" Lu Liang asked with a smile.

Mr. Wang smiled, "What's the point of lies?"

"Couldn't it be a bit more sporty, a bit more fashionable?"

Lu Liang sighed. BYD's car models all looked the same, not particularly outstanding nor particularly bad, mainly plain and simple.

Mr. Wang smiled without being offended and hinted, "Traditional styling represents stable mechanical structures, aerodynamic coefficients, and safety tests. It can easily pass without adjustments. New designs require time for validation."

"But some people can't wait," Lu Liang heard the implied meaning in Mr. Wang's words - this was also the purpose of his visit.

A worried expression also appeared in Mr. Wang's eyes as he suddenly asked, "Mr. Lu, how long do you plan to stay in Shenzhen?"

Lu Liang thought for a while and answered, "NIO is releasing a new car on the 8th. I should stay for about three days."

After consulting with his assistant about the schedule, Mr. Wang discussed, "How about the day after tomorrow? I'll take you to meet a few people."

"Sure, I'll follow your lead," Lu Liang nodded, planning to scout a few more suitable candidates.

With the right leverage, there's no corner that can't be dug.

Going out to work is all about making money, and he too aimed to raise the industry's average salary.

Sacrificing one to benefit millions in the industry, Lu Liang always found the right justifications to convince himself.