After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 261 - 260: Party A and Party B

They had simply collided a few times when their souls were in perfect harmony, when things naturally fell into place.

A girl with a healthy figure is really comfortable, unlike Little Wang, who's still a kid and only likes them young and thin.

"Heh heh~~"

Little Wang sneered and bent his head to sign and receive the entry pass.

Soon, the news that Lu Liang had arrived at the ancient town reached the ears of Director Liu of the conference's organizing committee.

"Mr. Lu, are you well?" he hurried over, offering warm greetings and a face full of concern.

For first-time participants of the conference, special care was always warranted, although Little Wang was also a newbie, his status evidently was not high enough.

On the 15th, there were rumors that on the night of the United States election, Lu Liang had made his move again, scooping up several billion US Dollars overnight.

Although such hearsay is unreliable, informed sources who wished to remain anonymous disclosed that this month, Tianxing's No. 2 and No. 3 funds had a net value of at least 1.6, possibly even more.

Without clarification from Tianxing Asset Management Company, the rumor essentially was confirmed.

Last month's net value was only 1.31, and reaching 1.6 this month indicates that scooping up several billion US Dollars overnight was not without foundation.

Despite only a 29% increase in that month, the cumulative gain over nine months was also only 60%.

But with an original investment of 6 billion US Dollars, 3.6 billion US Dollars, or nearly 24 billion RMB, had been earned in nine months.

Setting aside the 2.8 billion US Dollars used to take a stake in Tesla, now valued at 3.5 billion US Dollars, Lu Liang still had at least 6 billion US Dollars in liquid assets.

The market valuation of Panda Interactive Entertainment was around six to seven hundred million US Dollars, whether someone would take over was another matter entirely.

The funds held by Lu Liang were sufficient to buy ten Pandas, so naturally, his treatment could not be spoken of in the same breath.

"Thanks to Director Liu's blessing, I'm almost fully recovered."

"The weather has been quite unpredictable recently, Mr. Lu, you should take good care of your health at all times."

"Yes, Director Liu, you are right."

After a brief chat, Director Liu did not linger long; he had come merely because he valued Lu Liang highly.

For such a world-class conference, as one of those in charge and at least a level five administrative official, he naturally couldn't be a local escort, making small talk with Lu Liang the entire time.

However, before leaving, he didn't forget to greet Wang Xiaocong: "Mr. Wang, you're here too."

"Yes, Director Liu, take care."

Little Wang's face showed a stiff smile.

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Such an acknowledgment was almost better not offered.

While chatting with Lu Liang, there was concern and warmth, but with him, it was like: Oh, you're here too.

As if he was dispensable.

Lu Liang smiled and didn't strike at Little Wang further. He turned his attention to the volunteer arranged for them by the conference.

"Mr. Lu, hello, my name is Ding Junyi, and I will be your guide for the next four days."

A good-looking young boy handed over the materials, his face filled with excitement, yet his actions were very polite.

This conference had over 1,600 guests participating from more than 110 countries and regions,

including, but not limited to, deputy heads of state from Comoros and Cambodia, and leaders from organizations like the United Nations and the World Economy Forum.

However, only 600 volunteer spots were released to the public, and students from the East China Eight Schools fought tooth and nail to secure a position.

After all, it was the World Internet Conference; even if they couldn't meet the celebrities and politicians in attendance, having volunteer experience would be a brilliant addition to their personal resumes.

Moreover, the man he was in charge of was Lu Liang, a man so impressive that only injury could defeat him.

"Mr. Ding, hello. This is my secretary Wen Chao. You two can discuss the schedule for the next few days."

Lu Liang wore a smile as he glanced hurriedly at Ding Junyi's information.

What Zhong cared about most was face; the selection process for volunteers from prestigious universities for such a conference was probably as difficult as getting into defense studies.

He was very confident.

"Let's go, let's check in at the hotel first."

Little Wang was visibly disgruntled. Without a tour guide, he was evidently treated by the conference's organizing committee as Lu Liang's accompanying personnel.

For a moment, he questioned whether coming with Lu Liang was the right choice.

Lu Liang was too dazzling, obscuring him from others' view.

And here, no layperson wandered; even as the son of the First Rich, there were plenty of others who looked down on Old Wang.

Soon, Little Wang dismissed his doubts.

Following the staff, he entered Zhen Shui Hotel, and right at the entrance, he encountered Shen Peng, Zhu Hu, and Zhang Lei—managers from Redwood, Golden Sand River, and Gaoling respectively.

It could be said that any Chinese internet company that hadn't received their investment was not a firm worth mentioning.

"Mr. Lu, we were just discussing whether you would attend the conference today." Shen Peng smiled as if bathed in the spring breeze.

Zhu Hu strode forward and gave Lu Liang a big hug, patting his back. "Not bad, still feeling strong."

Lu Liang was caught between laughter and tears, feigning a cough. "Mr. Zhu, a few more pats, and I might start feeling weak."

Zhang Lei greeted him: "Mr. Lu, long time no see."

"Mr. Zhang, you go ahead, I'll come down later."

"We'll wait for you in the B-section restaurant."

Lu Liang, all smiles, greeted a few other acquaintances before finally heading upstairs with Little Wang.

Little Wang frowned, coughing awkwardly. "Maybe I shouldn't go."

His goal was already achieved; at least people knew he came with Lu Liang.

Not only did Lu Liang invest in Panda, but their private relationship was also very good.

Below now were all the venture capital bigwigs, including Mr. Lu, making four in total, three of whom were Panda's clients.

As the representative of the contractor, Little Wang felt it somehow inappropriate to attend a gathering of the clients, even though he came with Lu Liang.

"Whatever you want." Lu Liang couldn't help but chuckle.

Taking the elevator, he proceeded to the B-section restaurant under Ding Junyi's guidance and spotted Lei Jun conversing with the others from afar.

Xiaomi might also be a contractor, but Lei Jun had always been known as the 'Cash King' of Beijing. Besides, he now controlled Xiaomi, valued at 45 billion US Dollars, ranking just behind the two Ma's.

"Mr. Lu, long time no see, how has your health been?" Lei Jun expressed concern with a face full of solicitude.

"Occasionally my throat feels a bit uncomfortable, but there haven't been any serious issues."

Lu Liang chuckled, shifting his conversational approach; the conference wouldn't start until tomorrow afternoon, and tonight was bound to be a battle.

He wasn't sure about the others' drinking capacities but he had drunk with Zhu Hu a few times—each with at least half a pound of liquor as a base.

Lu Liang was just a beer drinker, good for maybe five or six bottles, no way he could outdrink them.

Best to make his excuses beforehand to avoid being pressured into drinking.

"Glad to hear it's nothing serious."

As the conversation among them unfolded, they discussed the United States election.

They were Little Wang's clients, but also Lu Liang's. However, Lu Liang didn't seem to have the slightest sense of subservience; if he wished, he could assert dominance at any time.

"That night, Tianxing did participate, focusing primarily on gold, then the peso, and lastly the RMB."

Lu Liang took a sip of his tea to soothe his throat. "But I was truly ill that evening and wasn't overseeing it."

He also wanted to signal through them that private equity wasn't indispensable to him; as long as the direction was clear, it could operate as usual.