Chapter 407: Who Dares to Mess with My People?

Words : 1856 Updated : Oct 13th, 2025

"Mr. Lu, if there’s someone you want to target, I have a better method.” Ota Renjun didn’t know who Lu Liang wanted to target, but he thought his tactics were too gentle. Get a beautiful woman to intentionally seduce the target, then falsely accuse the other party of sexual assault, and what could possibly be the loss? Just like Old Te, though he was exposed for sexual misconduct and dating adult film stars, it didn’t stop him from becoming the leader of a nation. He had a better way, for example, finding a woman with intellectual disabilities would definitely make the other party spend the rest of their life in endless regret. "Renjun, this is the process, not the result.” Lu Liang was startled and found himself at a loss for words, but he didn’t say more. The Japanese are ruthless, but his tactic of using a beautiful woman for an “immortal jump” and making a big fuss wasn’t targeting someone else—it was targeting Little Wang. It was well-known that Lu Liang had a weakness for women, which he always exposed outwardly, although he indeed enjoyed this weakness. If someone wanted to lure him into a trap, they would probably use a honey trap, such as what Cruick mentioned last time—Joy Island. Established in ’98 and having developed for 19 years, it had taken in many boys and girls from around the world, of different skin colors, due to war, poverty, and even trafficking. They were raised from a young age and indoctrinated with the idea that the customer is always right. They say it’s strictly confidential, but in this world, there’s no such thing as an absolute secret—what’s done is done, just like there’s no perfect crime. Once Lu Liang went there and agreed, he would certainly leave personal traces behind, like Old Ma wearing a Kippah and pressing his hands against the Wailing Wall in mourning. This photo was destined to follow him for life, regardless of what he thought at the moment; to others, it meant he was part of it. Just like many Hollywood stars who publicly make the triangle sign with their hands in front of their eyes, forming the Eye of Providence atop the one US Dollar pyramid. Whether or not it’s conspiracy theory, joining the so-called Illuminati is essentially a test of obedience. Lu Liang didn’t want to be tested, nor did he want to be labeled, but he still wanted to maintain his ambiguous relationship with Wall Street. So, he could only sacrifice Little Wang to protect himself. As long as Little Wang fell for the trap, he’d be hesitant to act, and others would think he’d be hesitant as well. Thus, refusing the invitation to the island was within reason and simply a protective measure, understandable. He had passed this hurdle. Ota Renjun realized Lu Liang didn’t want to say more and informed the selected girl to go to New York, waiting for the next command. A Japanese beauty with a cute and sweet appearance, a junior at Boston University, who occasionally engaged in compensated dating. No matter how the investigation went, they would never trace it back to him or Lu Liang, only to some middleman. Lu Liang slightly nodded, “I’ll let you know when the time comes.” On the 18th, the IPO roadshow at New York Station would conclude with a celebration banquet; he would then explain the specifics to Little Wang. By then, the arrow would be on the string, and in order for Panda to successfully go public, he would probably be willing to make a personal sacrifice. Lu Liang sighed deeply, feeling sorry for Little Wang because he pushed him to the edge. On the other hand, he disliked the uncertainty because there existed the possibility of failure. Whether the plan succeeded or not entirely depended on whether Little Wang was willing to play a part and help him get through this critical moment. Although Lu Liang could choose not to tell him and just get him more drunk so he’d be dazed and compliant. With Little Wang’s trust in him, it would be all too easy. But Lu Liang didn’t want to do that; after all, they had known each other for more than two years, and even with a dog, you’d develop deep feelings. If Little Wang disagreed, he would flee back to his country overnight, reduce his financial investments, and focus on building electric cars with peace of mind. In the international market, Lu Liang was just a contender, unlike Zhang Mazi, who could both dish out silver and guns; he didn’t have such a tough skull. Half an hour later, they arrived in downtown Detroit, at the Westin Hotel pre-booked by Ota Renjun. Lu Liang met with Zhuang Wei, the local leader. Three months ago, he led a team from Modu to Detroit to initiate a collaboration with General Motors. 38 years old and a PhD graduate from South Tech, he was recruited by Tianxing Technology at the beginning of the year, responsible for chassis technology development and research in Modu. Three months ago, Lu Liang invested in building a factory in Detroit to learn advanced technology, which he and Sun Weiqiang co-led the team over. "Mr. Lu, their technology embargo against us is stringent,” Zhuang Wei sighed, recounting their experiences over the past few months. Although Lu Liang had spent two hundred million dollars to build the Detroit factory, and Old Te had personally come over to show support, There’s a policy above and countermeasures below, which isn’t unique to home. The same passive-aggressive compliance is quite popular in the United States. They invested capital to build factories, General Motors provided the technology, and both sides worked on research and development together, but their people were deliberately excluded. "Even over here, there’s a saying that’s widely circulated Zhuang Wei mentioned this saying and suddenly seemed to have trouble speaking. "What’s it?” Lu Liang asked. "Idiots from East Country.” Zhuang Wei’s face darkened, and anger surged in his chest. They had come with funding and had the support of Old Te, yet they faced such treatment. It was hard to imagine what those great scientists of the last century had to endure. Lu Liang narrowed his eyes, his gaze unfriendly, but he still smiled and reassured, “Is there a possibility that they are scared?” "Just as a lion never worries about a mouse, but it will be wary of a tiger, because the tiger poses a threat to them.” Being behind means getting hit and put down; it’s inevitable. He could only let Zhuang Wei and the others endure for now, and he would also apply pressure through financial means. The two hundred million dollars had been received, but as they still held this money, they could delay payments for factory construction, delay employee salaries, force them to do unnecessary rework, and give them a hard time on purpose. If things escalated, Old Te would step in to help, as Michigan’s Detroit is a traditional Swing State, which is pivotal for his re-election. Despite the United States having fifty states, with each state having its own laws and the federal government its own, the concept of “the emperor’s power doesn’t reach the villages” is common. But this investment of one billion dollars is tied to whether the once Industrial Jewel could resuscitate and sparkle anew, which is one of the vital factors. Even if it could restore one percent of its former glory, the next term would surely turn Red State, a temptation that Old Te couldn’t resist. The two talked until late at night, and the next morning, Lu Liang met with Zhuang Wei and the 28 team members for a face-to-face meeting and a meal. He made it clear to them that it was normal to be looked down upon for not understanding technology; asking questions shamelessly, one day they would sound the horn of counterattack. But looking down on them should be limited to the technological level; if it involves racial discrimination or character derogation, don’t be afraid, fight them hard. Lu Liang raised his glass, a serious expression on his face, and said, “I, Lu Liang, always help my kin, not necessarily the just. We don’t seek trouble, but we’re not afraid of it either.” "Whoever dares to provoke us, fight back fiercely. You’re my family, so don’t fear trouble; I’ve got your back.” "Ladies and gentlemen, the path of learning abroad will be tough. I toast to you all, looking forward to your successful return.” Among those present, aside from two leaders, the average age was only 27 years old, primarily fresh graduates straight out of school. "Mr. Lu, cheers!” "Mr. Lu, awesome!” Hearing Lu Liang’s speech, each one was as if invigorated, emptying their glasses, almost wishing to throw them down as a signal of their resolve. This team was composed of elite scholars from prestigious schools, many of whom had experience studying abroad. Chinese expatriate students often have a poor reputation overseas, and being perceived as weak is one of the main stereotypes. This is related to the family education they received from young; almost ninety percent have heard admonitions from their elders, such as “don’t stir up trouble when you’re outside, make friends, step back and you’ll see a wider sky.” There’s also the notion of a clap made only with one hand is seemingly inane, but if a slap strikes a face, does it not make a sound? Thus, keeping the peace became the action of choice for most, and over time, that created an impression of weakness. But Lu Liang’s words were undoubtedly like a shot of adrenaline for them, giving them support and the courage to stand firm. Zhuang Wei’s brows were tightly furrowed as he whispered, “Mr. Lu, is it really okay to say that?” From now on, they likely wouldn’t choose to concede or keep the peace when provoked. Even though it’s beneficial for boosting confidence, when abroad, it’s better to avoid trouble than to seek it. "Mr. Zhuang Lu Liang couldn’t help but chuckle; clearly, Zhuang Wei was one of those elders who would advise younger generations to keep the peace. He gestured for Xu Jiawei, took out a business card from a law firm, and said earnestly, “Remember his name. If anything happens, contact them first.” The Gaowei Law Firm, one of the top ten globally, headquartered in New York, with 24 offices worldwide and over 3,000 lawyers. Reputed global litigators, to ordinary people, they are a gang of lawyers, but to the wealthy, they are excellent legal teams the world over. Since Lu Liang dared to speak out, he wouldn’t just talk without action; whoever dared mess with his people, he would take them on. Spending a few hundred thousand or million US dollars to fight a lawsuit wasn’t something he couldn’t afford. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Chapter 407: Who Dares to Mess with My People?

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