Chapter 126: In Life, Fame and Fortune

Words : 1998 Updated : Sep 17th, 2025

Beijing time 4 p.m., the news that Lu Liang was leading the short-selling campaign swept across the globe, making its way from international markets to domestic ones. More details were also disclosed by some financial professionals who wished to remain anonymous. Media outlets pieced together the information, and major bloggers sorted through the facts, gradually revealing the course of events. "Damn it?" "Wall Street's joke of the day?" "Diversion, surrounding Wei to rescue Zhao, did this guy gobble up The Art of War?" "No wonder he replied to Welfare Girl a few days ago, saying he didn't want to disclose his exact profits or losses, for fear they would lose even more sleep over it." "Damn it, everyone in finance has a dirty heart, with all these tactics, one after another, I was wondering why Little Wang had nothing better to do than bombarding Tesla, turns out he was playing a big game." "That dumbass Little Wang, does he even have the brains for this? It must have been Lu Liang's doing." "What Lu Liang? Show some respect, call him Lu God! Who else could harvest Wall Street like this?" "Is there an expert here? How much did he make?" "Three to five hundred million, perhaps. I'll ask my uncle in a few days. The net value will be updated on the 25th, and then we should know." "Upstairs, rich bro V50." "By the way, did those big shots in the car circle know anything?" "2333～ I guess they didn't know, considering Old Jia posted an angry emoji." Online discussions were in full swing, and Lu Liang's name once again spread throughout the entire internet. But unlike before, Lu Liang truly became a Midas touch figure, and no one doubted his abilities anymore. After all, buying stocks, shorting yen, or going long on new energy indices could all be attributed to having inside information or just good luck. But with this Tesla short, people truly recognized his tactics. Lu Liang was like an ancient strategist, orchestrating from behind the scenes, controlling the situation, winning with weaker forces against the strong, playing Wall Street institutions like they were in the palm of his hand. "Damn it, how dare they say I have no brains, it was my idea in the first place." Wang Xiaocong was filled with righteous indignation and very angry, knowing that it was he who proposed the plan, with Lu Liang merely executing it. "Just say it then, but I guess you'd be ridiculed for trying to claim too much credit for yourself." Meng Changkun smiled and brewed tea, knowing as an insider that Little Wang suggested it, but doubting anyone would believe it. Including himself—he also doubted Little Wang had the brains for it, attributing it to chance, even though as a Chaoshan person, he didn't eat dumplings during the New Year. Wang Xiaocong was resentfully silenced and ended up just sighing deeply, drinking his tea alone. Meng Changkun couldn't help but chuckle, handing a cup of tea to Lu Liang: "Feels pretty good, doesn't it?" In life, it all comes down to fame and wealth. Most of those who say they don't care are just those without the means. He always believed that both men and women have vanity, it's just the depth that varies. Now, with the pervasive online praises, Lu Liang was being hailed as a god of wealth, a deity of finance. Even the sages of old would feel secretly thrilled by such acclaim, after all, imparting knowledge and solving doubts was also for the sake of eternal fame. "It does feel quite good." Lu Liang had a smile on his lips, not hiding it, and taking a sip of tea, he said, "But too much of it is not good, contact Weibo to shift the topic." He's not a celebrity who needs constant exposure. A moderate amount of fame is just fine, too much can breed envy. After all, to put it nicely, he's a businessman, to put it bluntly, he's a capitalist who doesn't create value. If he's always in the public eye, constantly showing off how much money he's made, it's probably not good for young people's motivation to strive. Meng Changkun nodded in agreement, also believing in this approach: "I'll take care of it, we'll see which lucky person gets picked to take the heat." S~eaʀᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Deflecting the topic with a cold treatment was too harsh, the best way was to bring someone else into the limelight to shift the focus. Obviously, the candidates would be randomly selected from the entertainment industry—given celebrities' fame and the messy nature of their industry, they were natural bullet shields. Lu Liang turned to Wang Xiaocong: "I have to stop by Good Dream Production later, do you want to come with me?" Wu Tianzheng informed him that Crown Princess Consort had wrapped up filming and asked if he had time to take a look while discussing the platforms for release. "Let's go!" Wang Xiaocong suddenly brightened up, having his sights set on the rights. Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh, seeing right through his thoughts: "I've got a meeting with Li Ni from station B later." "My dear Liang, you're also part of Panda Interactive Entertainment," Wang Xiaocong said resentfully. "Does Panda have money?" Lu Liang retorted. "They still have over thirty million." "Not enough." Lu Liang shook his head. Wang Xiaocong's eyes suddenly widened: "For an online series that cost over five million to produce, how much do you want to sell it for?" Xia Luo's production cost was just twenty million, and look at it now—it made a billion at the box office, right? Liang remembered that Zhang Chen seemed to have contacted him a few days ago, suggesting they capitalize on the momentum and launch another film project. Wang Xiaocong wore a look of disbelief, "You can't possibly think this crappy drama could become a surprise hit in ratings?" "It's not like it costs much, let's just gamble on it." Liang's lips curved up in a smile. Station B had just completed financing and there was still two hundred million dollars lying in their account—it should be able to rake in quite a bit. He couldn't be bothered with Wang Xiaocong, leaving the office and gesturing for his cousin to follow as they set off for Good Dream Production. "Wait for me," called out Wang Xiaocong. Station B was gradually moving beyond the anime niche and developing towards his dream of Panda, namely live streaming, video playback, original dramas, self-media, and merchandise. He wanted to see what a growing Panda would look like and, by the way, see how Liang dug pits for people. Good to study and learn, just in case. As the two set out, seven or eight people stood at the entrance of the Good Dream Production film company building. There was not only General Manager Wu Tianzheng but also the entire creative team behind Crown Princess Consort. "Is Mr. Lu coming? What does he look like?" Zhang Tian'ai couldn't contain her excitement, bombarding them with questions like a curious child. Even though Liang's fame was substantial, few people knew what he looked like or how old he was, since he had never given an interview or appeared in public. There were plenty of supposed photos of him online, but the most reliable was a photo taken in dim lighting, capturing half of Liang's face as he drank with Wang Xiaocong. Besides that, there were none. A man who played Wall Street institutions like fiddles in the financial market and whose name was still trending in the hot searches. It could be said that everyone was curious about him, especially since he was their financial backer. "Stop asking. When Mr. Lu arrives, you'll know. Be careful what you say," Lv Jiji said, distracted. He had been busy filming lately and had only just heard the news about Xia Luo's Worry, another film funded by Liang. According to Wu Tianzheng, Crown Princess Consort was Liang's second film investment, which suddenly made him feel a lot of pressure—if the web series flopped, it would tarnish Liang's reputation. What if Liang held a grudge against him? Those with various thoughts in mind finally saw a black Bentley roll up after waiting for over ten minutes. Wu Tianzheng's face broke into a broad smile as he rushed up to open the car door, "Mr. Lu, you've arrived, and Mr. Wang, you're here too." Aside from the screenwriter and director, the three lead actors were meeting Liang for the first time, and they exchanged surprised glances. They were shocked by how young Liang was—if he wasn't reverse aging, then he looked to be around the same age as Wang Xiaocong, who was only 27 this year; Liang couldn't be more than 30. It was hard to imagine that this internationally renowned financial and venture capital magnate could be so young, and even somewhat handsome. After all, the internet rumors said he was at least in his forties. "Come say hello. Why are you all just standing there not speaking?" Wu Tianzheng frowned, scolded them, then immediately broke into a smile, "Mr. Lu, please don't mind them, they've always said they admire you greatly, they're just too excited to react properly." "Mr. Lu, Mr. Wang, hello." Coming back to their senses, the actors bowed hurriedly to greet them. Liang's lips curled up in a smile, his face showing amusement, "Zhang Tian'ai, Shen Lun, Xie Menglong, right? I've seen your acting, not bad." Upon hearing this, the actors flushed excitedly, as if greatly encouraged, "Thank you, Mr. Lu, we'll continue to work hard." A hint of disdain flickered in Wang Xiaocong's eyes that was hard to catch. If he hadn't seen Liang flipping through information before they came, he might have believed him. He guessed Liang probably only recognized Zhang Tian'ai, the beauty, and had just learned of the other two men—even if he had seen the web series, he probably wouldn't remember their names. After all, who bothers to remember guys' names? He certainly wouldn't. Following Wu Tianzheng to the office upstairs, Liang inquired, "When is B Station's Li Ni arriving?" Wu Tianzheng glanced at his watch, replying, "We scheduled for three o'clock, so Mr. Li should be almost here." No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of people, led by a woman in her forties, inquired from outside the door, "Hello, is this Good Dream Production?" Wu Tianzheng quickly gestured, stepping out of the office with a beaming smile, "Mr. Li, welcome, please forgive us for not meeting you further out." "Hello, Mr. Wu." Li Ni smiled, looking towards the general manager's office. She knew the son of the richest man, so the man beside him must be Lu Liang; bypassing Wu Tianzheng, she briskly came forward with a warm handshake, "Mr. Lu, hello, I'm Li Ni." As COO and CFO of B Station, her authority was second only to CEO Chen Rui. Buying films was a minor matter that she would usually not care about, much less appear in person at a production company for a screening; this was all due to Liang's invitation. B Station was seeking a transformation and in dire need of money, still lacking funds even after financing, while Liang was very wealthy. So this time she came not only as the representative of the company purchasing the rights but also to seek investment on behalf of her company.

Chapter 126: In Life, Fame and Fortune

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