Chapter 333: There Are Always People Trying to Harm Me

Words : 1660 Updated : Oct 7th, 2025

"Alaf America, Alafuchina~" Just as the two walked out of the meeting room, a dozen journalists with long and short cameras suddenly emerged at the door. Old Te had his arm around Lu Liang’s shoulder, his smile even more victorious than before, with a sense of compelling force. Lu Liang felt ill at ease, his smile unchanged as he quickly added, "Alafuchina, Alaf America~" The order and stance were very important; he had cooperated with the United States for the sake of profit, not for the sake of the United States. Old Te’s smile remained. As a shrewd businessman, setting traps for his partners had become a common practice. Since it was about setting a trap, it meant that it might be successful, or it might not; he did not get angry and directly called for a press conference. One plan failed, another took its place. Old Te, with a broad smile, recounted their just-agreed strategic cooperation plan worth no less than five billion dollars. Lu Liang would invest in building a factory in Detroit, Michigan, bringing back the glory of the once-great industrial city. "Lu is not only an excellent financier but also a remarkable real-world entrepreneur." Old Te looked at Lu Liang with deep affection, almost selling him as Detroit’s hope for the light of industry, an industrial savior. He did not forget to boast about himself, claiming his six-month governance plan for capital and job repatriation in the United States was a massive success. He had brought many companies back to the homeland and attracted foreign investors like Yao Fu, Ali, and Tianxing. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Mr. Trump, that’s too kind. Detroit hosts giants like General Motors and Ford, and a mature industrial chain related to automobiles such as steel, instrumentation, plastics, and glass tires, which are the main reasons for our investment." Lu Liang smiled subtly, wishing he could punch Old Te under the table; the total investment of five billion dollars was directly inflated by him to no less than five billion dollars. He couldn’t refute this point, nor did he bother to. However, the title of Detroit’s industrial hope couldn’t be affirmed, hence he clarified that it was merely for profit, not for fame. After all, businessmen go wherever there is profit; there could be no blame in that. The title of hope should be left to the genuine natives. He, an outsider, could not take on that responsibility. "It’s all the same, all the same." Old Te, grinning broadly, warmly draped his arm around Lu Liang, snapping a photo destined to grace the front page of newspapers across the nation tomorrow. After the press conference, Old Te had another event to rush to, leaving his prince consort behind to accompany Lu Liang around. Hearing that Lu Liang was interested in shooting ranges, Jia Li took him to a professional range in the suburbs of Washington. "Mr. Lu, you want to try this?" Jia Li, with a strange expression, couldn’t help but kindly remind, "This gun has a very strong recoil, really strong." On the table before them lay a heavy sniper rifle about 1.45 meters long and weighing about 20 kilograms. It had a resounding name: Barrett. "Let’s try it!" Lu Liang was very confident, a spark of excitement gleaming in his eyes, like a child seeing a long-yearned-for toy. In his mind, there were two legendary guns: one was the Gatling that spit blue fire, and the other was the legendary cannon, the Barrett. He nostalgically remembered when CF first came out; without the Fire Qilin or the Thunder God, the long, dark Barrett was the undisputed god gun, wreaking havoc in biohazard mode—one shot, one little friend. "Alright, let’s load Mr. Lu’s gun." Unable to dissuade him, Jia Li could only ask the coach to bring over the special ammo for the heavy sniper. Fang Shiyu silently stood by Lu Liang’s side, extending his large, fan-like hand to support his shoulder to prevent injury. "Looking down on whom?" Lu Liang’s eyes narrowed. With a loud bang, he also gave up on the Gatling, prematurely ending today’s shooting journey. Meanwhile, Lu Liang’s Weibo was updated with his iconic pointy rooftop, clearly revealing his location. "Old Te is living it up, even inviting Liangzi." "... Isn’t this totally the reverse Heavenly Gang? It should be said that Liangzi is living it up, he even made it to the White House." "HAHAHA, this expression, this gesture, just like my dad traveling and checking in everywhere." "Even though, seems Liangzi is taking it a bit too lightly, this is the center of power after all, such a frivolous expression." "It does feel like that, Liangzi is still too young, unaware that when overseas, he represents the world’s impression of us; being so relaxed really isn’t solemn enough." "Been kneeling too long to stand up, have you? People in their offices eating burgers and drinking cola are just being down-to-earth, but Liangzi shows a toothy smile or makes a hand gesture and he’s frivolous? Not solemn enough?" "Do you guys think your American dad knows how much you’re flattering him?" The online public opinion was stirring, with waves of controversy. Yesterday, netizens were discussing why Lu Liang was so popular and whether he had made some deals behind the scenes. Today, a photo caused another uproar. The supporters and detractors clung to their opinions, making it hard to separate them. It was primarily the aesthetes who were upset; if they had the chance to visit the White House as guests, they would be eager to show off, unlike Lu Liang, who was so relaxed and casual. To them, the popularity of Lu Liang was blasphemous, desecrating their spiritual idols and the yearnings of their hearts. The zealot’s fighting power was terrifying, especially since it included highly educated individuals. Their allies were losing ground. Suddenly, Associated Press updated their China website with an article and a series of photos that pierced their hearts like a blade. The first photo shows Lu Liang with Old Te. "Yelling, huh? Why don’t you continue yelling?" "Tsk tsk, your master doesn’t even take it seriously. Really, the emperors are calm while the eunuchs are anxious." "Forbes, come out and take the hits. Didn’t you say he has fewer than 1.4 billion dollars in assets and not less than two billion dollars invested? What’s going on? You’re not up to standard!" "Detroit? Liangzi is so tough, tougher than Tesla. Is he planning to take on the big three automakers?" "I’m dying laughing. You’ve got to see the original video." A large number of netizens flocked to the Associated Press’s official site. There, they witnessed Lu Liang’s flawless defensive skills: "Alafuchina, Alaf America~" "Lu Liang: There will always be wretches who plot against me." "Lu Liang: I tread on thin ice all my life!" "Do the dialogues between them have to be this hilarious? Who says Liangzi isn’t serious? This defensive technique is on par with Jordan." The relevant clips were recreated by netizens, including memes of Old Te setting traps, Lu Liang guarding tightly, and Old Te looking unhappy. The public opinion crisis was invisibly resolved amidst the parodies from netizens, not to mention Douyin fueling the fire. "Damn it, if you dare poach my people again, I’ll kill you," cursed Zhang Yiming. Yang Zhenyuan smiled without answering; he noticed the anomaly in public opinion immediately. In the original video from Associated Press, although Lu Liang explained that he wasn’t the hope of Detroit but rather a profit-seeking businessman, The articles and the bloggers analyzing them, whether they were paid or not, deliberately overlooked Lu Liang’s clarifications, emphasizing that he was called the hope of Detroit by business people. If public opinion continued to ferment, it would be very detrimental to Lu Liang; he could become the next conscience of America. Yang Zhenyuan remembered Lu Liang’s kindness; if it weren’t for Lu Liang, he would have resigned back when Watermelon and Douyin merged, much less become the CEO of a unicorn company. Thus, without prior consultation, he pushed for the parody videos and reduced or restricted the subjective analysis videos. With the nation’s 500 million users and daily active users over 180 million, Douyin had become a powerful arbiter of public opinion. As long as he was in the position and Lu Liang didn’t make principal mistakes, Yang Zhenyuan would always remember the kindness Lu Liang showed him. "How is the TK promotion going?" Zhang Yiming, full of envy and bitterness, really wanted to challenge Zhou Hongwei to a fight, even if he couldn’t win, just to let off some steam. After all, his biological son suddenly became an adopted one; even if he technically belonged to Byte, there was a sense of impurity, and Lu Liang was the culprit behind it all. He would remember this for a lifetime. "The previous two hundred million dollar incentive worked very well. TK’s user count has already exceeded 150 million, with a stable 80,000 daily active users, but the funds are nearly depleted." "Let’s integrate the resources a bit; we can start another round of funding soon..." Zhang Yiming pondered, then suddenly smiled slyly, "This favor can’t be for nothing, let Liangzi help us by registering a TK account, for promotion." Yang Zhenyuan shook his head, "No need to waste that favor, we can ask Miss Wang for help." Douyin’s top influencers were all noted in his book, with Wang Chuting’s fans growing the fastest. In four months, starting from scratch, her followers broke the three million mark, making her one of Douyin’s top hundred influencers. "Who is she?" Zhang Yiming frowned. "Rumor has it that she has deep connections with Mr. Lu." Yang Zhenyuan just smiled, not elaborating further. Zhang Yiming’s smile was profound, "She’s mixed race, perfect for pushing on TK then."

Chapter 333: There Are Always People Trying to Harm Me

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