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

Chapter 478: Chapter 473: Draw the Sword to Attack, Show Off Military Power

Over the next few days,

Headlines across the internet were once again dominated by Xiao Cui’s big show.

It was like drinking fake alcohol, continuously exposing various insider news. Starting with International Fan, then Feng Kuzi, Huayi Brothers couldn’t escape either, as their stock price plummeted, hitting three consecutive limit-downs, erasing ten billion yuan in market value.

Everyone in the entertainment industry felt threatened, and even the fans didn’t dare cause any trouble, fearing it might affect their beloved idols, resulting in an unprecedented calm across the Chinese internet.

Netizens went from initially enjoying the spectacle to now worrying on his behalf, fearing Xiao Cui might suddenly go off the grid, leaving them without any gossip.

To the extent that the original cause of the whole matter, the head-to-head confrontation between Lu Liang and the Liu family, followed by the exposure of the 5G vote, was no longer of any concern.

“One clever move defeats all,” as the saying goes.

Lu Liang had left Modu long ago and arrived in Tokyo.

Through the conversation with Little Wang that night and the trend of public opinion over these past few days, he realized that this was not a countermeasure from the Liu family but the will of the higher-ups.

They wanted to shift the public’s focus and reform an entire industry.

The Liu family couldn’t do this, nor did they have the capability.

It was just that things coincidentally came together.

The Liu family could perish, but not be driven to death by public opinion; they had to die in the throes of business competition.

Just as a county chief could die fighting bandits, but certainly shouldn’t perish helplessly at home.

“Sir, your tea.”

As the sun set, on the balcony of the apartment, Lu Liang squinted his eyes, facing the sunset, the master’s chair beneath him rocking slightly.

Sakurada Miyuki, dressed in plain servant clothes, quietly brewed tea beside him, dissipating the steam before handing the cup to Lu Liang.

A chill breeze blew, and a sip of warm tea slid down his throat.

Lu Liang asked, “Has it gotten colder? Will it snow in Tokyo?”

“Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. If it does snow, it normally happens in January or February of the next year.”

Suddenly, Miyuki crouched beside his leg, looked up at Lu Liang with a smile, “Sir, let me massage your legs.”

Lu Liang couldn’t help but grin, “Out with it, what do you want?”

Miyuki was obedient and sensible, but only nineteen after all, not completely passive like her mother.

Occasionally, to achieve a certain goal, she would still act coquettishly and playfully, showing her youthful side.

“It’s nothing big~~ just worried you might be tired of sitting, your legs a bit numb, I thought I’d give them a rub.”

“Really nothing else?”

“Um~~ well, there is a little something.”

Miyuki embarrassingly touched the back of her head and stuck out her pink tongue, “Have you been paying attention to the Bitcoin market recently?”

Lu Liang chuckled, affirming with a sound.

He was here for Bitcoin; how could he not keep an eye on it?

After being abandoned by Wang Chuting, Zhao Changpeng had contacted Beijing News, Pengpai News, and Finance Net the next day.

Emulating a time-tested formula, he extensively shared his legendary success story, bringing Bitcoin into the eyes of countless domestic investors.

The hubbub in the entertainment circle was, after all, just a carnival for a minority of fun-seekers.

It was only because the population was so vast that it seemed more significant; most people were still focused on making money.

Zhao Changpeng’s evangelical efforts eventually reflected in the market, with some fluctuations noticeable in recent days.

On one hand, a large influx of newcomers, on the other, the price reaching 5320 points caused a divide.

If it climbed upwards, breaking through the historical high of 5500 points, the path forward would be wide open, with no ceiling in sight.

If it declined, it could face the most disastrous collapse.

Just as the saying goes, strike while the iron’s hot, then exhaust, and finally decline.

Since August, Bitcoin had first experienced a hard fork, plummeting 45% overnight.

After listing on the Chicago Exchange, it then faced a sell-out, plunging 22% in a day.

The first dip was sudden and painless, but the second was a piecemeal dive, leading to eleven jumps off the Mapo Bridge.

The boy who cried wolf, effective once, effective twice, but not necessarily a third time—thus, the direction taken this time was particularly pivotal.

“I’ve decided to hold long-term. I’m optimistic about the future of Bitcoin. Cryptocurrency will have its place in the world to come.”

Miyuki quietly observed Lu Liang’s expression, “Recently, the price adjusted, and total assets came to 2.68 million dollars.”

“Sir, so I want to take another risk, take out 600,000 dollars of profits, and use leverage to go long on Bitcoin.”

“Just not sure which level of leverage would be better.”

Lu Liang smiled, continuing to look at her, his expression calm, revealing no signs of emotion.

Miyuki pouted, suddenly leaning on Lu Liang’s thigh and crying out, “Sir, please, just give me a hint.”

The two-year agreement had passed one-fifth of its time, and she had only made 680,000 dollars, still 17.32 million dollars short.

She really, really didn’t want to disappoint Lu Liang, and she truly wanted to achieve the tenfold profit target.

With a smirk, Lu Liang thought for a moment and asked, “Have you ever watched ‘Journey to the West’?”

“Does ‘Dragon Ball’ count?”

Seeing Lu Liang’s face darken, Sakurada Miyuki quickly counted on her fingers, recalling her impressions of ‘Journey to the West,’ “I remember there’s Wukong, and there’s a pig, a river monster, and oh, a white horse.”

Lu Liang rubbed his temples. “That’s not a river monster, it’s a river demon, and the measure for horses is ‘a horse,’ not ‘a.'”

“Oh~,” Sakurada Miyuki nodded seriously, but her eyes still looked confused, wondering what Bitcoin had to do with ‘Journey to the West.’

Lu Liang couldn’t help but chuckle ruefully, sighing, “This market trend probably won’t be short, just do what you can manage.”

He had originally wanted to mimic Bodhi Patriarch: tapping his head three times, hands clasped behind his back, closing the middle door to hint something.

But since Sakurada Miyuki hadn’t watched ‘Journey to the West’ and didn’t get the reference, Lu Liang didn’t bother to act mysterious.

“Hehe~~ I knew you liked me best,” Sakurada Miyuki chirped joyfully, hugging Lu Liang and biting him playfully.

Not denying her strategy meant that leveraging was possible, and the medium-to-long-term market outlook indicated that the operations shouldn’t be too aggressive.

In other words, leveraging was possible, but it shouldn’t be high, ideally three to four times to ensure that market fluctuations wouldn’t lead to a margin call.

“Sir, Meixue, dinner is ready. We’re having Sukiyaki tonight.”

Erii showed a loving expression, watching the two getting intimate until the sky gradually darkened, before calling them back inside.

After dinner, Lu Liang went upstairs to Xingheng Investment Company on the Tokyo Stock Exchange.

Bitcoin trading operates 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, all year round.

Generally, exchanges use the local time from midnight to midnight to calculate a day’s K-line.

It might be due to East Asia’s habits, or because it’s morning in America and afternoon in Europe.

In the past few months, the most active trading period was from 9 PM to 2 AM, just like the trading hours for London Gold.

“How many large transactions occurred today?” Lu Liang, carrying two cups of coffee, came next to Wen Chao and handed him one.

“Thank you, Mr. Lu.”

Wen Chao took a sip and brought up the day’s trading details, “At ten in the morning, a continuous transaction of ten thousand coins was completed within half an hour. Judging by the method, they were likely accumulating stocks.”

“6 PM 12.5 thousand coins, 8 PM 11.2 thousand coins. Total day calculation should show more buys than sells, with net capital inflow exceeding two billion US dollars.”

Wen Chao furrowed his brows, noting the toughest part about observing Bitcoin trends was determining capital flow. He could only estimate each transaction.

After all, real trades were possible, but there was no turnover rate or volume ratio—only the selling and buying prices, a true equality of all beings.

“The market should be activated,” Lu Liang said with a smile, not indicating “soon” but “should” as it was also time to make their presence felt.

Lu Liang walked over to the window and dialed Sun Yutao’s phone, whispering, “Begin.”

Before coming to Tokyo, Sun Yutao had already built positions with one third of their assets, investing five hundred million dollars and achieving expectations.

Everything was ready, just waiting for the right moment. Since those jerks on Wall Street hadn’t acted yet, it was his turn to ignite the market.

Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger was good, but one couldn’t keep pretending—after too long, even oneself would start to believe it, as would others.

It was time to strike with the sword and show off his power.

Let others know he had the capability to influence the market: if he wanted it to rise, it would rise; if he wanted to crash it, he could crash it.

This market allowed for unrestrained actions, partly due to its scarcity, but also because of its freedom.

Unlike US stocks, also unlike Big A,

No worry about being disconnected or taken to a little dark room.

As he spoke, the first batch of five hundred million dollars of pioneering funds surged into the market, pulling off a drastic rise.

It instantly broke through the 5400 point mark, causing numerous short-sellers to be margin called, launching an assault towards the all-time high of 5500 points.

A minute later, a critical divergence occurred.

It only took 1.5 billion dollars to fuel the rise, with the remaining 3.5 billion used to attempt breaking a new record high.

Fear of heights was human nature, especially so when approaching the all-time high—massive amounts of small investors couldn’t hold onto their chips and sold them, reversing to short, just to grasp this pullback trend.

Even Wen Chao looked towards Lu Liang, wondering if they should seize this chance to make a T, Lu Liang shook his head slightly, signaling to hold steady, “Let’s observe for a while.”

Minutes later, the market saw increasing short-sellers, numerous bullish small investors felt the major players were insufficient and abandoned their long positions for shorts.

“If you’re not acting yet, don’t blame me for flushing you out,” Lu Liang squinted his eyes, preparing to launch the second wave.

Suddenly, a rapidly vibrating K-line executed a rocket booster-like second surge.

Enormous amounts of capital crazily flooded the market, sweeping up all buy orders like autumn wind clearance of fallen leaves.

The historic high of 5500 US dollars, as fragile as paper, punctured with a stab.

A multitude of short-selling small investors stared blankly, looking at their now-empty account balances, but they didn’t even have time to grieve.

Desperately, they pulled out all they could afford, ignoring costs to leverage up and join the bullish main force.

Having broken the high, from now on the seas were wide enough for fish to leap, the skies high enough for birds to fly, with no limits to rising—Bitcoin’s super rally had arrived.