Chapter 144: Money Really Can Make Money

Words : 1644 Updated : Sep 17th, 2025

"Let's go meet them." Liang was just too lazy to make acquaintances, not unwilling. Since he was already here, he certainly intended to make more friends. Having more friends meant more opportunities, just like Little Ma, who spent a long time in Xiangjiang because he had many friends there. "Li Zhikai." "Zheng Jueming." "Guo Guicheng." Li Junwei introduced everyone, with Li, Zheng, and Guo representing the top families of Xiangjiang. The older generation had either retired or passed away, and they now stood as the new generation of business leaders in Xiangjiang. They, led by Li Zhikai, had made their name as far back as the end of the last century, with the Digital Port project. Under the guise of a digital technology port, they built a super real estate project and made a fortune. seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Nice to meet you." Liang greeted everyone with a smile, his grin growing even wider when he saw Li Zhikai. In recent years, the Old Super Man had cashed out over 150 billion in both regions and left, but it was like out of the frying pan into the fire. Since his escape was to Europe, heavily investing in Old England, whether he would be flayed as a foreigner was still unknown. But with Brexit approaching next year, a decrease in assets was inevitable. "Mr. Lu, have we met before?" Li Zhikai was puzzled and felt that Lu Liang's gaze was somewhat strange. "No, I've only seen you on the news before," Lu Liang said with a smile, then introduced Little Wang to everyone. He knew what Little Wang was thinking—if Panda's situation didn't improve, he would leave, but for now, he would help where he could. Who knows, with his bizarre ways, he might even manage to take the company public. "Mr. Wang, hello." Everyone chatted merrily, and suddenly the conversation shifted to the recent Old English elections, adding another victory to Lu Liang's achievements. He also revealed the frustration of not being able to subscribe, as Hong Kong Capital usually flowed to two places: either Beijing or the Guangdong-Hong Kong-Macau area. The former is the capital, and the latter is closer. Modu was in an awkward position, and even if they invested there, they rarely interacted with people from the Shanghai circle. Meng Changkun was even less familiar to them. "If you're all interested, then when the time comes, I'll have Mr. Meng send out the invitations to each of you. Remember to come." Liang agreed readily, sharing the specific time the second phase of subscriptions would start—sometime in the latter half of January. "Looking forward to the good news from Mr. Lu." Everyone was delighted, their conversation turning even more jovial. Li Zhikai, nearing a significant age, also shared amusing stories about the Xiangjiang entertainment scene with Lu Liang. Regardless of status, when men want to bond, it usually involves women. As it happened, he was also interested in that arena. But Xiangjiang's entertainment glory days were no more; the flowering of the industry in the 90s had become a thing of the past. As Li Zhikai told his stories, Lu Liang longed for that era, which had seen so many stunning beauties that amazed an age. Soon, a sharp whistle sounded, and the winter horse race officially began. Instantly, gongs and drums blared, and firecrackers burst forth in unison. Everyone stepped out from the indoor venue to a high platform to watch the opening ceremony. Wang Xiaocong came up to Lu Liang and asked quietly, "Is the date for the second phase of the private equity set?" Liang nodded. Although it was close to the Chinese New Year, it couldn't be helped since the Brexit referendum would start at the beginning of February. However, he also reserved 20 days' preparation time. Wang Xiaocong looked troubled and hesitated. Liang chuckled, as if he could see through his thoughts, "The lock-up period ends next month, and the first dividend will be distributed." It wasn't just Little Wang who didn't have the funds to subscribe; he didn't have the money either, not even 50 million dollars. So the plan was to distribute all the profits from the Tesla dividend, going all-in and shorting the British Pounds. "Liang~ you really are the worm in my stomach; have I ever told you I love you?" "Get lost." "Alrighty~" In the meantime, many of the Xiangjiang elites had come to the event. Wen Chao had almost run out of the hundred business cards he had prepared and had received an equal number, mostly from leaders in various industries from Xiangjiang and some wealthy merchants from the Guangdong-Hong Kong-Macau area. Little Wang was green with envy because his business cards were only requested by a few, and some people didn't even notice him. This made him feel slighted: "Next time, I'm definitely not coming out with you. It made me feel like I didn't exist at all." Liang laughed and teased, "Come on, don't they all know you, Mr. Wang?" "Less of that bullshit." Wang Xiaocong fumed, being called Mr. Lu while being referred to as a young master clearly signified lower status. "Let's go, back to Star City to shoot the program." After the opening ceremony, Little Wang was ready to leave. He'll manage his Panda well. As long as it lists successfully, he'll transition from Mr. Wang to Mr. Wang. Respect isn't given by others, but earned by oneself, even if by one's own father. Liang was a prime example of this, everyone he met greeted him with a respectful Mr. Lu. "Oh right, that guy with the last name Wu—tell him to watch his eyes, and not to leer so much." Liang recalled watching the live broadcast yesterday, Wu Fan had looked at Li Manli with lecherous eyes, making annoying popping sounds with his mouth. "If he dares to mess around, I'll castrate him myself," Little Wang said grimly, not just on behalf of Liang, but for his own sake as well. Panda is his lifeline; anyone who messes with his vital interests will find theirs fed to the dogs. Little Wang left first, and Liang followed shortly after, catching a flight and arriving back in Modu by the evening. That night, he stayed at the company, logged into his HSBC account, and personally bought into stocks such as Apple and NVIDIA. Since he planned to hold them long-term, he wasn't concerned about the current share price, so he gradually invested 6 million dollars. The following day, he bought 25 million worth of Moutai and 25 million Tencent at the high price of 78 yuan each, filling his portfolio. Once everything was done, including locking the encryption keys in a safe, he would invest more money when he had it, buying more. Liang aimed to save a billion-dollar retirement fund for himself; it's easy to switch from frugality to extravagance, but hard the other way around—saving more is always right. Approaching noon, Wen Chao handed him a net value update confirmation report. "4.17? Did I make another 100 million plus dollars? It can't be that much, can it?" Liang was puzzled, he remembered making just over 36 million dollars short selling British Pounds—where did the remaining 70 million come from? BYD didn't earn much His shares were worth 417 million, only a 20 million increase from the last month, a 5.12% appreciation. It wasn't until he saw his US stock holdings that he realized—Tesla shares had gone up by 15% that month, with a stock price of 281.75 dollars, valuating at 266 million dollars. The stock's profit had broken the 100 million dollar barrier and reached 116 million dollars. He had 86.28 million dollars in available funds. "No problem, you can take it," he said. Liang couldn't help but feel that money indeed made money. He had thought he'd make at most 50 million dollars in profit that month, but it turned out to be over a hundred million again. He wished to be low-key, but his capabilities didn't allow for that. For three months in a row, every 25th day at noon became a reserved show for netizens. Because that month, Liang wasn't just quiet, he had led the charge in short selling the British Pounds, and they were eager to know how much he made. Although only a profit of over 5 million was publicized, they didn't believe it was just that small, convinced it was just the tip of the iceberg. As soon as the net value updated, they could guess the approximate situation. However, one hour, two hours, Even an entire afternoon passed, there was still no word from the knowledgeable brother on the specific value. "Why isn't anyone talking?" "Where's that knowledgeable brother from last time?" "The knowledgeable brother has deactivated his account." "Could it be a loss? That shouldn't be the case, right?" "Let's say, is there a possibility that he made so much this time that everyone is afraid to mention it?" Ten thousand netizens had ten thousand thoughts, but they ultimately guessed the truth. He really made too much, and it was brutal. Although the growth rate had fallen compared to last month, to 36%, he had made another 110 million dollars, equating to over 700 million RMB. The money came pouring down like rain. They didn't dare to say, nor to reveal. Money doubled in a month, a sure bet, something to be kept to oneself, even if it was their own son, they couldn't tell.

Chapter 144: Money Really Can Make Money

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