After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 258 - 257: Throwing Dirty Water, Useless!

Lu Liang hummed in agreement, 'Let's proceed with that for now.'

The rise of the US stock market was the base tone for the coming years, though he had received messages of significant drops along the way.

But now, he only wanted to lie in bed, think of nothing, and rest well for ten days to a fortnight, to recover from his illness.

With the first rays of dawn, Lu Liang returned to the Tangchen District, not far from the New International Building.

He hadn't slept all night, and neither had Li Manli, who had been making sweet soup in the kitchen before dawn.

'I haven't finished cooking it yet.' Li Manli, looking dazed, hurriedly came forward to support Lu Liang.

'Then we'll drink it when I wake up.' Lu Liang swallowed some pills and went back to the bedroom to rest.

His head barely touched the pillow, still in his clothes, when heavy breathing could be heard.

Illness struck like a falling mountain, forcibly enduring an all-nighter when he most needed rest.

Now, the task was finally complete. Though not as severe as snapping a string, it was nearly as bad.

'Liang, shall I help you wipe down your body?'

Li Manli spoke softly and repeated her offer several times, but Lu Liang did not respond.

Suddenly, she smirked cunningly and, with the excited steps of a duck, happily ran to the bathroom to fetch a bucket of warm water.

She started by wiping his face and arms, the parts exposed, and finally helped him remove all his clothes, not even sparing Little Lu, lifting and wiping it left and right.

'Smells good.' She sniffed, detecting no bad odor, stealthily kissed him, then helped Lu Liang into comfortable pajamas.

'I'm exhausted.' Li Manli was sweaty and out of breath; she weighed only 95 pounds, while Lu Liang weighed 150 pounds.

Turning him over, being very careful not to disturb his rest, was no less demanding than a major surgery.

'He's sick, business is also wrapped up, so he should rest well these days and not go out, right?'

Li Manli suddenly grinned, showing a silly smile. She could already imagine, in the coming days, Lu Liang would belong only to her.

Thinking this, she picked up her phone, drafted a message to her fan group as well as on Panda, 'Got to go back to hometown, taking a half-month leave.'

After sending the message, she decisively logged out.

Though live streaming was just a job, just a way to pass idle time, she always felt embarrassed taking leave, feeling like she was letting her fans down.

But between Lu Liang and her fans, she would always, without a doubt, choose Lu Liang, hence out of sight, out of mind.

'Oh no, my sweet soup, I hope it hasn't scorched.'

Li Manli hurried out of the bedroom, thankfully the sweet soup hadn't dried up and there were still two bowls left."

She set the water heater to conservation mode, humming a tune, hopping and skipping towards the bathroom to wash up.

She removed her makeup, as well as the accessories on her wrists and neck, and changed into a couple's bathrobe.

Li Manli tiptoed back into the bedroom, taking off her slippers at the door and quietly slipping under the covers, lying next to Lu Liang.

Even just gazing at him, her heart felt inexplicably satisfied until sleep overtook her, entering her dreams with a sweet smile.

Dawn broke, and it was eleven o'clock at night Eastern Standard Time in the United States. Every state's voter and electoral votes had been completely tallied.

The businessman secured 304 electoral votes from 28 states, whereas Larry had only 232. The businessman won the election by a nearly overwhelming advantage.

At half past eleven in the evening, according to a spokesperson, Larry had followed procedure and conceded defeat to the businessman over the phone.

Thus, the real estate magnate, a political novitiate, just had to get through the next month without any incidents.

Next January, he would be the ruler of this land of America for the next four years.

The news spread domestically, and the idea of a free election system threw the intellectuals into a frenzy.

"What is democracy? Democracy is equality in the face of opportunity, but on the other hand… ah, forget it."

"Shut up about it already. If any of them actually went out and saw, they'd know there's overwhelmingly negative feedback, with only a rare few still advocating for this system."

"To be fair, not to praise the intellectuals, but my father-in-law truly inspired me, and just like that, he climbed to the top."

"Cut the crap, it was actually my father-in-law."

Domestic netizens always had unique focal points. When the businessman won the election, the first to gain popularity was his immediate daughter.

Born in '81, at the ripe age of 35, standing tall at 180cm, her long legs, blonde hair, blue eyes, and cute face made her the epitome of an American beauty.

This caused those who had never heard of the businessman to develop a favorable impression upon seeing his daughter.

"It's truly death by entertainment. They ignore what should concern them; last night, the RMB broke 6.55."

"Isn't currency appreciation good? It means the RMB is becoming more valuable."

"Are you an idiot? A spike like that overnight, and you think it's good news?"

"I earn 3000 a month; what does it have to do with me?"

"It actually does affect those earning 3000 because it indirectly makes the things we buy more expensive."

"Do you know why so many people went to Tokyo to shop early this year? It was because the yen had plummeted. Our money was the same, but it bought more foreign currency, like when the news covered the Chinese aunties sweeping through Tokyo's toilets."

"Though they mock the aunties for not being worldly, who wouldn't be tempted if they previously could only buy a toilet but now could also afford a sink?"

"If you were a shop owner, what would you do? Without a doubt, you'd raise the prices, hence spreading the cost to everyone."

Last night, the RMB plummeted, and companies engaged in export trade woke up feeling like the sky had fallen.

Especially those exporting textiles to Asia, Africa, and Latin America, who generally operated on low profit margins with high volumes.

The RMB had dropped by 0.12 overnight, meaning if they settled accounts now, they would be operating at a loss.

Suddenly, rumors emerged that Lu Liang had somehow been involved in the RMB's spike, profiting immensely from it.

"Damn them; I always said those capitalists have dark hearts. Capital is capital, there's no good or bad."

"It must be a rumor. Lu Liang was hospitalized in a coma early yesterday morning, attended the NIO new car launch looking near death by noon, and then he supposedly stayed up all night keeping an eye on the United States election? He must have a death wish."

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"I'm a nurse at that city hospital, and I heard from the next department that Lu Liang had acute pneumonia, there's no faking that."

"There's an old saying, if you want to spiritually destroy a nation, start by slandering its heroes."

"I guess last night, Lu Liang heavily cut into their gains again, they lost, felt pissed, so they started slinging mud."

Three months ago, that video "The day CCTV broadcast Panda Bear…" garnered Lu Liang a lot of public sympathy.

So much so that when the truth surfaced, the majority of netizens were skeptical, thinking that foreign forces were slandering Lu Liang.

"Freaking hell…"

Meanwhile, in an office on Wall Street, a voice cursed in furious frustration.