After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future

Chapter 474: Chapter 469: The Lion Must Use All His Might to Capture the Rabbit

“If we’ve offended someone, so be it. It’s not a big deal.”

At 10:30 in the evening, Lu Liang received some pajama photos from Wang Chuting, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

She really knew how to take pictures and understood that a hint of hazy beauty, implying more than revealing, could be more alluring.

One photo was like a snow-white silk scarf draped over her body, covering the necessary parts, as if to ensure it passed censorship, resolutely avoiding any exposure.

Another shot featured a pure black robe with a deep V-neck plunging to her belly, revealing her navel and making it apparent she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Then there was a picture where she was not wearing anything at all, but she was hidden under the bedclothes, lying prostrate to take the photo, her body pressed and deformed, but still concealing everything necessary.

The styles varied greatly, but each photo was extremely aesthetic, showcasing the charm of the female form.

“He’s smitten,” Lu Liang said to himself with a mix of laughter and tears, putting his phone away and focusing his attention back on the market fluctuations to prevent distraction.

At that moment, Sun Yutao asked, “Mr. Lu, we’ve already bought 150 million dollars’ worth of chips. Should we continue to sell off US stocks?”

While learning and actively managing, he had gained a preliminary understanding of the Bitcoin market over the course of the afternoon.

This market was exhilarating, with prices often surging by seven or eight percent at any hint of movement.

But it was also very fragile, like the first time, where one must squeeze in slowly, easily causing pain.

It just seemed unnecessary to prepare so much capital, feeling like using a cleaver to kill a chicken – a waste.

After all, Old Te had just returned to the United States, announcing trade orders worth more than 200 billion dollars.

Among them, the order for three hundred Boeing aircraft, which had sent the stock prices soaring 11.23% at the opening.

They managed two private equity funds with a current total online asset scale of 13.166 billion dollars.

The Tesla chips had not been moved, and about 6 billion dollars were lurking in various blue-chip stocks.

With shares in Apple, Boeing, Microsoft, and Coca-Cola, the current market looked promising. Bitcoin didn’t require so much capital, and pulling out everything might be a bit wasteful.

“The lion uses all its strength even when catching a rabbit. The market is quiet now because the momentum has yet to ignite.”

Lu Liang’s lips curved with a smile. He had advised Wang Chuting partly out of concern and also as a way to buy time.

If Wang Chuting had not taken down the video, allowing it to spread and ferment, the market could have been triggered as early as tonight.

Like now, by pulling down the video and curbing the spread, they were given time to reallocate their funds.

They could use this opportunity to hold as much profit as possible and to build up their positions at low prices.

Because Zhao Changpeng would surely have a contingency plan, and Wang Chuting’s account was not the only channel of dissemination.

Sun Yutao nodded and asked no further.

He instructed the traders to sell at high prices, aiming to complete the 6 billion dollars reallocation task within the day.

After watching for a while and knowing that the Bitcoin market would not erupt tonight, Lu Liang returned to his upstairs office.

As soon as he set foot in the company’s entrance, he heard a burst of laughter, and without a second thought, he knew Chen Jinchun was up to something again.

During the day, with people coming and going at the office, since they were not a professional self-media company and didn’t rely on posting videos for their livelihood, such antics could disrupt the work of other colleagues. Therefore, Tang Caide usually restricted office video shooting to the evening.

Seeing Chen Jinchun, Lu Liang was slightly stunned. She shone like a bright boiled egg with a perfectly shaped head, exuding an indescribable delicate charm.

“Mr. Lu!” Chen Jinchun’s eyes widened in shock, her expression like she’d seen a ghost. A red flush quickly spread from her ears to her cheeks, as she hurriedly picked up a wig from the ground and put it on her head.

Not only had she turned into a boiled egg, but the two male members of the filming team were boiled eggs as well, and another girl also seemed to be wearing a wig.

But unlike Chen Jinchun, they didn’t share her boldness and looked like school children caught doing something wrong.

After greeting Mr. Lu, they lined up and waited to be dealt with.

Lu Liang hummed in acknowledgment, glanced at Chen Jinchun, and motioned for her to follow before pushing the door into the office.

Chen Jinchun obediently followed behind,

and casually closed the office door as well.

Lu Liang sat on the coffee table, looking down at her from above, and couldn’t help but laugh, “Take it off; I want to have a closer look.”

Chen Jinchun uttered an acknowledgment, dawdling and reluctantly removed the wig to reveal her shiny bald head.

Lu Liang was caught between laughter and tears, struggling to resist the urge to rub that shiny “hard-boiled egg” of a head, “What’s going on? What kind of act did you pull off this time? Did you really need to go this far?”

“No act was pulled off.” Chen Jinchun looked wronged.

“Then what’s up?” Lu Liang asked.

“Last week, Mr. Tang allocated another thirty million, which was transferred to the charity fund that we manage; aside from caring for impoverished children, we started a new project.”

“Go on.”

Lu Liang nodded slightly; he was aware of the project and had authorized it with his signature, but he hadn’t looked into the details.

Every year, the company would allocate thirty to fifty million to the charity fund directly managed by them.

Lu Liang didn’t want the Red Cross to embezzle the money. As for where the money went, he actually wasn’t particularly concerned.

“This project is called the Micro Light Plan, mainly focusing on caring for children with leukemia, delivering the donations to them in person, and carrying out a one-day routine filming.”

Since Lu Liang asked why they became “hard-boiled eggs,” Chen Jinchun knew that the boss definitely hadn’t watched their latest video, so she explained in great detail.

As long as the children met the criteria of being poor and ill, they would personally deliver a donation of 15,000 yuan to them, with no middlemen making a profit, the full amount given was the full amount received.

During the day spent with the kids, Chen Jinchun realized many of them envied their hair, and many also were bald due to chemotherapy, becoming introverted and unwilling to see people.

Therefore, to better integrate, connect, and understand this special group, she shaved her head bald, and her team members followed suit.

Once Lu Liang understood the backstory, he didn’t feel like teasing. He picked up his jacket, “It’s late. Gather them up for a late-night meal. We can talk about work tomorrow.”

“Mr. Lu, would you like to join us?”

Chen Jinchun wasn’t heartless; she knew the subject was heavy, and even Lu Liang was powerless to change anything.

So she deliberately tried to lighten his mood, making a goofy expression and touching the top of her bald head, “It’s quite refreshing, you know~”

However, all she got in response was a cold look.

Chen Jinchun grinned awkwardly, not daring to goof around anymore, and dutifully followed behind Lu Liang, walking out of the office.

She gestured to her companions and whispered, “Pause the shooting for tonight; Mr. Lu has invited us for a late-night snack.”

Fearing her companions’ cheers might unsettle Boss Lu, she even made a gesture to keep silent, hushing them.

However, she received another cold look in response.

“Tidy up your work; we’ll meet downstairs in ten minutes.”

Lu Liang forced a smile, no longer wanting to speak. Initially bringing this one on board had been a mistake.

As he left, he glanced at Chen Jinchun out of the corner of his eye, noting her bristling with triumph, her smile smug.

It was as though storming into Lu Liang’s office was a grand, epic journey, or as if the tiger had left, and the monkey was king.

Lu Liang shook his head and chuckled.

Having such a character around didn’t seem too bad.

Ten minutes later, two men and two women gathered downstairs. Lu Liang drove one car, and Fang Shiyu drove another.

They arrived near the New World at a Western-style hotpot house. It was nearly dawn, and Lu Liang only knew that this place was still open.

The five of them ordered more than ten thousand worth of food casually. Lu Liang just tasted a few bites before paying the bill and leaving. Not everyone was Chen Jinchun; they wouldn’t enjoy their meal with him there.