Chapter 379: Billion US Dollars Fund

Words : 1733 Updated : Oct 11th, 2025

"That long? Is that normal?” At past nine in the evening, as soon as the plane landed at Pu Xin Airport, Lu Liang received a call from Lu Ya. About seven hours ago, at that time, he was still drifting in the sky; Su Wanyu had gone into the delivery room. "Don’t worry, it’s very normal for a first birth to take more than a dozen hours,” Lu Ya said with a beaming smile, excited at the prospect of becoming an aunt. She took a photo in front of the delivery room and sent it to Lu Liang. Although Lu Liang might be falling short as a husband and father, he was very wealthy. Before he left, he had made all the necessary preparations, such as donating a million British Pounds to this renowned private hospital. The first time Lu Ya visited this hospital, she felt bewildered, as if she had walked into a luxury hotel. It was also then that she suddenly gained a clear understanding of capitalism as described in her textbooks. Here, with money, you could enjoy top-level medical services and use the best equipment available. From prenatal checks to assistance during delivery and postpartum recovery, there was at least a team of thirty people surrounding the expectant mother. Sometimes, Lu Ya felt she was rather redundant here; her own experience as a mother seemed moot. She was forward-thinking and didn’t believe her experience of giving birth twice could match up to a world-class top birthing team. To interfere without understanding would be like challenging someone’s livelihood with her limited experience. As a result, aside from being anxious at the door of the delivery room, she wasn’t even in the mood to go home and cook soup. The doctors had told her that soup could increase purine levels and that for a fast and effective recovery of her figure, she should minimize the intake of foods high in purines. "Emotional value is still very important. Besides, aren’t you helping me with live updates through pictures and messages?” Lu Liang chuckled. Although Zhuo Yifan was still there, he was a man, and it wasn’t convenient. Lu Ya was at a loss for words, frustrated, “Let’s leave it at that for now. I’ll inform you once the child is born.” With that said, Lu abruptly hung up the phone. "Bye.” Lu Liang laughed softly, sitting in silence inside the car for a while, suddenly feeling a bit restless and disturbed. Until Fang Shiyu reminded him, “Brother, where are we going?” "Let’s go to the office first.” Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Lu Liang sighed deeply, coming to terms with the fact. He was about to become a father. He thought he would be excited, yet he wasn’t as thrilled as he had imagined. It felt important yet not particularly paramount. "With money to buy drinks and sweet osmanthus, yet it doesn’t feel the same, like the travels of my youth He was 32 years old this year, especially his experiences over the past two years; they were more exciting and enriching than the summation of the previous thirty. His perspective on things had changed, too. Before, getting married and having children seemed important; now, it seemed less so. Given only one choice, he would cherish it. But with more options, even precious things lose their value. Nighttime at New International Building’s 22nd floor. Sun Yutao and Wen Chao, who was far away in Tokyo, were both waiting for Lu Liang’s return to the front line, to take command. Seeing Lu Liang arriving disheveled, Sun Yutao had his assistant pour tea and handed over a financial leverage contract. On the 15th, the proceeds from the fourth private equity offering, totaling 3.09 billion US Dollars along with a 3% management fee, had all been credited to their account. Following Lu Liang’s instructions, he reserved 90 million and then drew out 30 billion from the third phase to make up 60 billion US Dollars. In the past eleven days, they had engaged with over twenty domestic and international banks on a financial level for capital funding. Using a leverage of ten times wasn’t exceptionally high, as the margin could be relatively low, requiring only 20 billion. The remaining 40 billion US Dollars were all magnified tenfold through leverage, turning it into 400 billion US Dollars. After understanding, Lu Liang signed the authorization and asked Sun Yutao to wait for him at the door, then returned to his office for a video call with Wen Chao. Wen Chao’s background was spacious and bright, clearly not in Xingheng Investment. The next second, Ota Ling appeared on screen, confirming Lu Liang’s suspicion. "Mr. Lu, you’ve finally returned,” Ota Ling greeted with a smile, waving his hand. He talked about Wen Chao’s acceptance of the consulting position, coming to their Mitsui Sumitomos investment department, where, in this group, there were 120 traders, all at their disposal. "How much funds can we utilize?” Lu Liang asked directly. “5 billion US Dollars,” Wen Chao answered. Looking at Ota Ling, Ota Ling sighed with gentle regret and mentioned they originally prepared 12 billion US Dollars. Unfortunately, recent gains in the Nikkei were too powerful, and another investment team planned to create a bull market with Mizuho and Mitsubishi Tokyo. Due to the fund’s slight shortfall, they had to divert 7 billion US Dollars, but it was absolutely not due to a lack of trust in Lu Liang. Lu Liang’s smile was edged with mischief, not pressing the matter, “Mr. Ota, what’s the highest leverage your side is willing to take?” Ota Ling seemed to have anticipated the question, simply spreading his palms, “Five times, with 20% for the margin, effectively making 20 billion US Dollars available.” Lu Liang pondered for a moment, his mind teeming with plans—it seemed this time they could mobilize over 60 billion US Dollars, the returns should be quite considerable. He said, “Wen Chao, work a bit harder these next few days, stay in Mitsui Sumitomo’s investment department. Mr. Ota, I need your traders on standby, working in shifts 24 hours a day. Can you manage that?” "No problem.” Ota Ling hastened to nod, and before he could ask, Lu Liang said, “Let’s leave it at that for now. Keep in touch and wait for the market move.” Unbeknownst to them, dawn was breaking. Lu Liang informed Sun Yutao of the plans for the day after tomorrow, 80% of the position to enter the foreign exchange of Japan, Europe, and Britain. For Offshore Renminbi, a 50% position was sufficient—Zhong, unlike his brothers, could not counter if reaped by the United States. The real estate market was like a massive savings pool; it was estimated that there would be another round of violent price increases to counteract capital outflow. The A-share market was a bit of a pitfall; after twenty years of development, it still hovered around 3000 points. But real estate’s gains massively outshined the stock market—increasing three to fivefold in a decade was commonplace. With a savings pool like this and the constant demand, it naturally retained most of the outflowing capital. As prices rose, so did they continue to rise, and when they fell, they continued to fall— Innumerable hot money would only flow into profitable industries. At past eight in the morning, after a busy night, Lu Liang returned home with the intention to adapt to the life schedule of the Western Hemisphere. No sooner had he lain down to rest than his phone started pinging relentlessly. In a matter of seconds, Lu Ya sent dozens of messages. Many were pictures, one of a wrinkled, pink-skinned baby girl, fists clenched tight, eyes not yet open. "You’re a dad now.” Lu Liang listened to just one message without interest in the rest, opting for a video call instead. "Wow, haven’t you slept, or just woke up?” Lu Ya was surprised, not waiting for Lu Liang’s reply she continued, “But that’s not important. Look at this.” She shifted the camera to an incubator, excitedly saying, “This nose and mouth, look just like you, and she also has her mother’s big eyes. She’s definitely going to be a pretty girl.” Lu Liang stared for a while, the more he looked, the uglier she seemed—ugly yet adorably so, he curiously asked, “Why isn’t she crying or making a fuss?” From the side, Zheng Xiaoxuan’s voice came through: “Not making a fuss? She wailed for a good while, such a loud cry, only just now settling down.” She said irritably, “Want to wake her up and let her cry for you? Let her get a good look at how heartless her biological dad really is.” Zheng Xiaoxuan harbored much resentment; in her view, how could Lu Liang be so busy he couldn’t even spare a few more days? Su Wanyu might not say it, but she could feel it—what girl wouldn’t wish for the person she loves to be by her side during childbirth? If she accidentally went into labor one day, she’d want Su Wanyu to be there by her side. Lu Liang laughed dryly, replying bluntly, “You’re a lesbian, don’t entertain these unrealistic thoughts.” "Lu Liang!” Zheng Xiaoxuan ground her teeth in anger, wishing she could leap through the screen and have it out with Lu Liang. She found out that aside from the naive Su Wanyu, both siblings knew she was a lesbian. Lu Liang didn’t bother with her further, “How’s Yu doing?” "She just fell asleep, it was very tough, nineteen hours.” All of a sudden, Lu Ya also felt resentful, then sided with Zheng Xiaoxuan against Lu Liang. She understood the feeling, so it was inevitable for her to mentally label Lu Liang as heartless, even if he was her brother. "Ya, that’s the right way, just hang up on him!” Zheng Xiaoxuan said excitedly, furiously egging her on, by the side. Lu Liang fell silent, “Let’s just leave it at that for now. I’ll call Yu later, don’t disturb her rest.” "Mhmm, if she wakes up, I’ll message you.” "Hang up, hang up! Don’t talk to him.”

Chapter 379: Billion US Dollars Fund

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