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

Chapter 481: Chapter 476: Little Sweet Becomes Mrs. Niu

In the afternoon, Lu Liang was still in Tokyo, but by evening, he had arrived at Han City in the neighboring country with Ota Ling.

Zheng Xuanyi had already prepared a banquet, and as soon as the two arrived, they were invited to a hotel belonging to the Hyundai Group.

“Mr. Lu, let me toast to you,” Zheng Xuanyi said with a radiant smile, lifting his glass to drink first as a mark of respect.

He seldom admired anyone in his life, and Lu Liang was certainly among the few he did admire.

The 1 billion US Dollars from before had now turned into at least 3 billion.

To earn so much money in such a short time was difficult, but not entirely impossible.

The key question was where to earn it and whose money to earn.

“Mr. Zheng, you are too kind,” Lu Liang said, lifting his glass towards the two, smiling, “It is I who should toast to both of you, thanking you for your trust.”

Hearing this, Ota Ling hurriedly raised his glass and said, “Mr. Lu, your words weigh too much. On this ship, you are the helmsman, you are the captain.”

After some pleasantries, once the drinks had circulated thrice and various dishes had been tasted, Lu Liang saw the timing was right and spoke about the purpose of this gathering.

He planned to hold his shares long-term, paying dividends appropriately in the future but not settling the capital. If there were any objections, they could be discussed further.

The importance that Western capital attached to this market far exceeded Lu Liang’s imagination. Since they valued it so much, he was determined to stick around.

“We will follow Mr. Lu’s plans as the main course of action. We at the Hyundai Group have no objections,” Zheng Xuanyi immediately clarified his stance without a second thought.

Having a feast today and every day, he could clearly discern the benefits. Not settling, but only sharing dividends, could not be better.

Should the Hyundai Group fall on hard times one day, the Zheng family offspring would still be able to live without worry thanks to the dividends from this project.

After all, as a genuine Korean national brand, Hyundai had always been thorn in the side of American capital.

In recent years, times had become increasingly tough, and it was not impossible for them to be swallowed up by groups like Samsung or LG one day.

Ota Ling, dissatisfied, glanced at Old Zheng, and said, “Mitsui Sumitomo also unconditionally supports Mr. Lu’s decision.”

Before Lu Liang could respond, Zheng Xuanyi said with a smile, “Mr. Ota, it’s easy for you to say while you’re in office, but if someone else takes your place, that’s a different story.”

Zheng could speak for Hyundai, but Ota Ling couldn’t speak for Mitsui Sumitomo; as a rotating chairman, his position could be replaced at any time.

“Mr. Zheng, no need to worry about that,” Ota Ling said with an unfriendly look, snorting coldly, adding that as long as he was in office even for a day, he would unconditionally support Lu Liang.

If the day came when he wasn’t in office, it would trigger a hidden clause in the contract, transferring 1% of the shares to Xingheng Investment Company.

With this move, Lu Liang’s shares would increase from 33% to 34%, turning him into the true master of the project, both overtly and covertly.

At that point, if he wanted to kick out Mitsui Sumitomo and bring in the Softbank Group or someone else, he could do so.

“Since everyone agrees, let’s decide on this for the future. Now, let’s drink and eat,” Lu Liang said, calming the atmosphere. While the hidden clause seemed to his advantage, in reality, the biggest beneficiary was Ota Ling.

On the surface, it seemed he only trusted Ota Ling, so if Mitsui Sumitomo still wanted to be involved in the project, they would have to ensure Ota Ling kept getting re-elected.

Lu Liang saw through this but did not point it out.

Ota Ling was a good man, his son performed well, and the effects of the medicine were excellent.

On the plane that afternoon, he had dozed off, and upon waking, he felt fully aroused, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“How could we have fine wine without the company of beauties?”

Zheng Xuanyi, full of smiles, clapped his hands, and Li Xuanhong, understanding his cue, stepped out and returned with a troupe of dancers from the Western Regions.

Yun’er, as well as Taeyeon and Meiyin from last time, along with several unfamiliar but exquisitely beautiful young women with graceful figures.

“They have been practicing a new dance routine, said to be based on ‘The Phoenix Dance of Nine Heavens’ from Dunhuang. Mr. Lu, please enjoy.”

Li Xuanhong, all smiles, clapped his hands, and the lights in the private room dimmed as the ethereal music started to play.

Suddenly, it seemed as though one was transported to the vast wilderness where the sky was blue, the land yellow, and endless.

Lu Liang was transfixed, his mind taken back to that night when he was suddenly kidnapped by Boss Xu from Shenzhen to Yangcheng.

Beat upon the drum eighteen times, each squat takes a life away.

This dance troupe clearly wasn’t professional enough, more like a brothel dancer than a Dunhuang performer.

Yet with beauty and graceful figures, they could barely cover for their lacking dance moves.

Suddenly, as the music grew more intense, eight dancers dressed as Hu Ji descended from the stage, circling around the tables.

Three raised their glasses to pour wine, while five danced lightly, their silken sleeves grazing past Lu Liang’s head, carrying a faint scent of flowers.

Boss Xu’s version was still too avant-garde, and Lu Liang suddenly realized why he was so delighted.

When the dance ended, Yun’er approached Lu Liang with a glass in hand, kneeled slightly, and bowed.

Her face bloomed like peach blossoms, her smile touched her dimples, and her eyes sparkled like autumn waters while her eyebrows curved like willows. She said, “Mr. Lu, Yun’er offers you a toast.”

A decade ago, Girls’ Generation, which had swept across Asia, had become remnants of the old days in the ever-changing Korean Entertainment.

The biggest market next door implemented a ban on Korean stars last year, followed by a salary restriction this year, and the recent Dual Contract.

Korean stars were having a tough time, especially the idol groups at the bottom of the chain of scorn. Yet Taeyeon and her American peers managed to revitalize their careers after that certain night.

Delighted for her friend but also envious, she anticipated Mr. Lu’s next visit.

Lu Liang accepted the glass, clinked it against hers, and complimented, “Your Chinese is very standard.”

“Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Lu. I spent some time in East Country a couple of years ago.”

Yun’er grinned, downing the wine in one gulp, but the spiciness made her stick out her tongue involuntarily.

“Have some water,” Lu Liang couldn’t resist but smile. His attitude towards Yun’er was clearly noticed by Taeyeon and her American colleague.

Jealousy filled their eyes. In terms of popularity, neither had been as sought after as Yun’er at their peak, and even less so now.

Taeyeon’s face showed thoughtfulness; in Mr. Lu’s eyes, they were just insignificant passersby. Having had their attention once, they wouldn’t hope for a second time.

The American, unwilling to accept this, bit her lip and stepped forward for affection, her smile blooming, “Mr. Lu, I also offer you a toast.”

She blinked playfully at Lu Liang, surely he hadn’t forgotten their fiery interactions on Instagram?

“No more for me, I’ve already had enough tonight. Any more and I’ll be drunk.”

Lu Liang waved his hand with a clear stance. The once Little Sweet was now Mrs. Niu.

The American wanted to say more, but Li Xuanhong interjected, “Come, pour a drink for Chairman Ota.”

Mr. Lu’s mood mattered immensely; they couldn’t afford to displease him. What was a minor girl group idol compared to him?

If Mr. Lu liked her, she was a treasure; if not, she was a weed. She had to accept this disparity.

Ota Ling glanced at Li Xuanhong, sensing someone always out to get him.

He was not blind and would not accept a woman whose relationship with him was ambiguous, especially in front of Mr. Lu.

Choice made without hesitation, he looked towards a girl who had no connection to Mr. Lu, wrapped his arm around her waist, and bellowed a laugh, “No need to trouble yourself, Minister Li.”

With a “Wilderness Prison Heaven Finger”, the Hu Ji dressed girl in his arms whimpered delicately, flushed with charm, and softly cried, “Don’t~”

Zheng Xuanyi smiled and called a Hu Ji dancer over, touching her hand like a caring father, earnestly inquiring about her age and family.

Each man preoccupied with their thoughts, the drink gathering ended without cheer.

Leaving the private room, Lu Liang took the elevator to the room upstairs.

Yun’er was wrapped tightly in an oversized down coat, revealing only a pair of eyes.

She followed closely behind Mr. Lu, and as she saw him enter the room, she quickened her pace to follow him in.

However, she bumped straight into Lu Liang’s back, her nose instantly reddened and tears nearly fell from the pain.

“What’s the rush?” Lu Liang couldn’t help but laugh, and Yun’er muttered under her breath, “I’m not rushing.”

Lu Liang removed his jacket and headed straight for the bathroom, turned his head to look at her, and gestured her over.

Yun’er hummed in acknowledgment and followed him into the dressing area of the bathroom.

Lu Liang sat on a wooden stool, smiling broadly with interest as he watched the beauty shed her armor.

Her bleached blonde waves were crowned with a turquoise headpiece with a distinct Western Regions flair, a recognizable face without a trace of artificiality, indeed the visual highlight of the girl group.