After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 255 - 254: A Chance to Escape

In just over a year of becoming a top internet celebrity, Lu Liang also saw the creation of his 25th set of featured photos today.

Some people indeed worried about Lu Liang tonight since it was the United States' election night, and the international market was bound to be turbulent.

Given Lu Liang's personality, he likely had made preparations, but in his current state, was he still capable of operating?

After the meeting, Li Bing gathered NIO's shareholders for a meeting to discuss a prospective $700 million in funding, receiving the news with mixed feelings.

The advantage was clear; it would no longer go unnoticed, but the disadvantage was also clear; all attention was concentrated on Lu Liang.

"You guys go ahead and discuss, just send me the financial plan later," said Lu Liang, his voice raspy as if his throat was filled with sand.

"Sure, Mr. Lu, then I will see you off."

$700 million was no small amount, and Li Bing did not expect to secure the funding today.

It was merely to inform everyone that approximately so much money was needed to keep going until mass production.

Lu Liang returned to his car, let out a long sigh of relief; the car had just been cleaned, leaving no trace of cigarette smell.

Fang Shiyu whispered, "Mr. Lu, are we going home?"

Lu Liang shook his head, "First to the company."

He had Wen Chao contact the hospital to arrange for a home visit.

Planning to get another IV drip to support himself, he needed to at least last until tomorrow noon.

By 7 p.m., all fifty states in the United States would begin progressively announcing vote counts, with the final winner decided by 10 a.m. the next day.

A week ago, he had already moved $4.3 billion US Dollars, mainly divided into two parts: one billion in peso and three billion in Gold.

For the peso, to not disclose any intentions, Lu Liang only used a five-times leverage, but for the London Gold, he used ten-times.

From the $3 billion US Dollars, half was for margin, half for trading, turning $1.5 billion through leverage into $15 billion.

The remaining $300 million was reserved, ready to provide logistical support to both markets at any moment.

In early next month, the second phase of settlement and the third phase of dividends were due, to ensure the following plans weren't affected.

Tonight, a profit of over $1 billion was essential, so collapsing now was not an option.

On the way to the company, Lu Liang asked in a low voice, "Little Wen, are you from Fudan's Finance Department?"

Wen Chao responded softly, "Yes, Mr. Lu."

He knew that a sick person's senses were heightened.

A normal tone of voice might now seem like a piercing noise, so he spoke very gently and quietly.

"If the businessman is elected, where do you think we can profit?"

Lu Liang suddenly thought this could be an opportunity, perhaps a chance to step away from private equity.

Because tonight was the vote counting day in the United States, but back home, everyone already knew he looked half-dead.

Even focusing was difficult, let alone engaging in high-intensity market speculation.

If he could still turn a huge profit tonight, he could also signal to the outside world that private equity didn't need his direct involvement; just steering the overall direction was sufficient.

"Offshore Renminbi."

Wen Chao was taken aback, for compared to Old Mo's peso and International Gold, he cared more about the Offshore Renminbi.

Should the merchant be elected, first and foremost, the peso would definitely plummet and Gold would soar, but there was an even more important market—the Offshore Renminbi.

Having followed Lu Liang for so long, he could not understand why, several times when there were excellent opportunities to short the RMB, Lu Liang selectively ignored them.

From Old England's Brexit at the beginning of the year, to the issues in the south at mid-year, and now, assuming the merchant was elected, all were negative news for the RMB.

Just within nine months, the RMB to US Dollar exchange rate had risen from 6.38 to 6.58 now, and if the merchant were elected, it could even break 7.

Because he advocated for the return of capital and job positions, from where would they return? Naturally, from East Country back to America.

Foreign exchange is a magical market; a slight increase is called good news, a sudden large increase is called bad news, inflation.

"Yes, I've ignored the Offshore Renminbi for a while." Lu Liang chuckled, then suddenly couldn't help coughing.

"Mr. Lu, the doctor suggested you should speak less; your illness will heal faster," Wen Chao softly reminded.

"Wake me up at seven."

Upon returning to the company, Lu Liang lay in the resting room.

Hooked up to an IV, he dozed and woke, then slept and woke again, spending over six hours in a dazed state.

Until the evening at seven, Wen Chao squatted by the bed and whispered, "Mr. Lu, it's already six forty-five now."

Lu Liang, groggy, had regained a fair amount of energy, but his throat still felt as if it were being cut by a knife.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a long while, his face breaking into a smile, pushing through the fatigue, he moved to the adjacent trading room.

After preparing for more than a month, eighteen traders were all ready to go, but on the eve of the great battle, their leader had fallen ill.

Each face showed concern, Sun Yutao could not bear it: "Mr. Lu, perhaps you should rest this time."

Lu Liang was their mainstay; they had never feared facing three or even eight opponents initially.

It was all because of the strong confidence that Lu Liang gave them, undefeated to this day, he was the uncrowned king of the financial market.

The once high-spirited man was now utterly devoid of vigor, looking sickly.

Although it might sound unpleasant, it truly dampened their spirits and easily made people apprehensive. Were the decisions now still correct?

"Business as usual," Lu Liang shouted loudly, his face breaking into the confident smile of the past.

Though his throat felt as if it had been elbowed, he knew he could not show any sign of weakness now.

"Received."

"Received."

"…"

The team members all showed smiles; sick or not, Lu Liang was still the same confident Lu Liang.

One by one, people went back to their stations to make final preparations, for this was to be a grueling battle lasting over 14 hours.

Lu Liang also took his seat at the main position, but unlike before, this time, he used the computer screen to block most of his body.

He called Sun Yutao and Wen Chao over, cleared his throat, and said, "I will be watching from here, this time, Wen Chao will take the lead, and Yutao, you will assist."

Both men's faces showed shock, Lu Liang swallowed and continued, "With the merchant's election as a premise, you should be as bold as possible."

He looked up at Wen Chao, "Do you have confidence?"

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Although Sun Yutao had over a decade of experience, when he was recruited, there was no consideration of him making decisions; his role was purely that of a utility person.

But Wen Chao was different, Lu Liang had always treated him like a successor, always having him by his side, never avoiding him in decisions.

After more than a year, it was time for a major test.

Considering the merchant's election as a given, with a full score of one billion US Dollars, he was very eager to see how many points Wen Chao could score.

Wen Chao suppressed the excitement in his heart, clenched his teeth, his eyes determined: "I'll give it my all, without holding back."

"Move the computer over here, sit next to me," Lu Liang said with a smile, unable to suppress a muffled cough, very satisfied with the answer.

Sun Yutao widened his eyes. Are today's young people all this fierce, not even hesitating for a moment?

He couldn't help but look towards Lu Liang, 4.3 billion US Dollars, truly comfortable handing it over to a young man?

Lu Liang looked at him: "Yutao, do you have any questions?"

Sun Yutao quickly shook his head: "No."