Chapter 63: Stretch It Out—The Longer, the Better

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Chapter 63: Stretch It Out—The Longer, the Better “What’s the rush, Lu?” Meng Changkun greeted Lu Liang with a smile, leisurely brewing Gongfu tea. A lit cigar rested on the ashtray as he casually fanned the fragrant smoke. The moment he heard Lu Liang’s explanation, however, he nearly spit out his tea. Muttering, “Damn, that’s hot,” he composed himself and processed the shocking revelation. In just over a month, Lu Liang had profited more than 100 million yuan while potentially causing others to lose over a billion. “Lu, you’re incredible. When you strike, you make it count,” Meng marveled, clicking his tongue in amazement. Noting Lu Liang’s concerns, Meng’s tone grew serious. “This is a society ruled by law. Business is business. Use your head, not your fists.” Even for the wealthiest individuals, revenge in the form of physical harm or threats was exceedingly rare. The rules of the stock market dictated that even losses in the billions were a matter of “willing bets, willing losses.” Crossing the line into violence was unthinkable. “Besides,” Meng continued, “if losing money meant retaliating violently, society would collapse. Even if Li Jianlin and Wu Junle lose every penny of their 2.8 billion yuan, they’ll live—just with debts to pay off for the rest of their lives.” Still, Meng warned, “That said, you should remain cautious. They’ve taken a massive hit, and they’ll definitely try to strike back in the future. Not with violence, but through other means—spreading rumors, reporting your company for violations, or accusing you of market manipulation.” Hearing this, Lu Liang breathed a sigh of relief. Though he was wealthy, he was still new to this world and needed to rely on experienced mentors like Meng to navigate its intricacies. If retaliation came in the form of false accusations or smear campaigns, Lu Liang wasn’t worried. After all, Li and Wu had engaged in insider trading and manipulative practices first. Any accusations they made could easily backfire. “Don’t sweat it. Just stay smart,” Meng reassured him before changing the subject. “By the way, was this the same 50 million I entrusted to you?” Lu Liang grinned. “It was, though there’s still a few million tied up for now.” With 100 million in principal split evenly between them, Lu Liang hadn’t even considered pocketing more than his share. Meng had been a great help, both in business and personally, and had generously promised him 75% of the profits. “It’s only fair,” Lu Liang thought. “Anything else would be crossing a line.” “This is faster than highway robbery!” Even at just 25% of the profits, Meng was stunned—his 50-million-yuan investment had earned him 30 million in under a month. For Meng, accustomed to large-scale investments, such rapid returns were astonishing. High-stakes players often saw diminishing returns as their capital scaled up. In the stock market, even the most calculated operations typically yielded modest gains. A tenfold increase was unheard of for institutional investors, who would consider 3-5x profits extraordinary. Exiting large positions without shaking the market often meant giving back a portion of gains. ṚάℕÔＢЕ???? This time, Lu Liang had been their fortunate “buyer,” absorbing shares and allowing them to exit cleanly. “You make it sound easy,” Lu Liang replied nonchalantly. If he could fully capitalize on this wave, he estimated a conservative 300% return. Sёarch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “You’ve got real talent, Lu. Those so-called market wizards out there are nothing compared to you.” “Come on, Meng, I just got lucky,” Lu Liang demurred. “Luck is a part of skill,” Meng said with a grin. He genuinely believed that with Lu Liang’s talent and speed, it was only a matter of time before his wealth surpassed Meng’s. Their conversation was interrupted by a call from Chen Jinchun, informing Lu Liang that several people had called the office requesting meetings. “Stretch it out. The longer you hold your cards, the more leverage you’ll have, and the more you’ll earn,” Meng advised. “Right now, you’re like a rising startup. Investors see potential but aren’t sure if it’s luck or real skill. “They’ll promise the moon but attach demanding terms. The best strategy is to let your track record speak for itself—turn perceived luck into undeniable competence.” Meng paused, then added, “And don’t worry about upsetting them by saying no. Capitalists are opportunistic. If you can make them money, they’ll tolerate almost anything, even a slap in the face.” Lu Liang nodded thoughtfully, asking Meng a few more questions before bidding him farewell and returning to his office. At 6 p.m., most employees had left for the day, leaving only Chen idly doodling at her desk. “Mr. Lu, you’re back!” she greeted, her role as assistant requiring her to stay until he was done for the day. “Who called earlier?” Lu Liang asked, ready to return the calls. Even if he wasn’t ready to collaborate now, maintaining good relations for the future was important. Chen listed several names and companies, mostly smaller asset management firms. As Meng had predicted, these callers were testing the waters, hoping to catch a rising star. The real power players were still observing from the sidelines, waiting for more evidence of Lu Liang’s capability. “Oh, and one more thing,” Chen added. “A manager from Zhongxin Fuying, Mr. Li, called three times asking for a callback.” “Li Jianlin?” Lu Liang’s eyebrows shot up. Back in his office, Lu Liang debated for a while before dialing Li Jianlin. “Mr. Lu, good evening,” Li answered smoothly. “Your strategy was impressive. On June 21, you must have been rebuilding your position, correct?” The calm tone belied the grudging admiration in his voice. Lu Liang chuckled lightly. “Mr. Li, you flatter me. When I picked TeLi A, I noticed its unusual price movements and decided to keep an eye on it. I didn’t expect such an opportunity.” The two spoke like old friends, exchanging notes on trading strategies. Gradually, Li brought the conversation to its main point. “You’ve put us in a difficult spot, Mr. Lu,” Li said, sighing heavily. Lu Liang’s smile faded. “So, are you here to demand an explanation?” “No, no, no!” Li hastily assured him. “We acknowledge our mistake and accept the outcome. But we’ve tied up significant capital and could use your help.” “Oh? What kind of help?” Lu Liang asked, feigning curiosity. “Our research suggests you still hold over 20,000 lots,” Li ventured cautiously. “Is that so?” Lu Liang replied, neither confirming nor denying the number. “Regardless of the exact amount, we intend to push this rally past 50 yuan,” Li continued, ignoring the deflection. “If you wish to exit, just let us know beforehand. We’re prepared to support your exit.” Li and Wu had overestimated their control of the market. Had they conducted a thorough investigation of floating shares before launching the rally, they might have avoided being blindsided. Now, they hoped to salvage the situation by securing Lu Liang’s cooperation. For Lu, however, 20,000 lots (worth about 65 million yuan) was too small to be worth jeopardizing his plans. “Mr. Li, I appreciate the gesture,” Lu said after a pause. “But I’m optimistic about TeLi A’s long-term prospects and plan to hold my position. Let’s leave it at that for now—I have some other matters to attend to.” Without waiting for a response, he ended the call.

Chapter 63: Stretch It Out—The Longer, the Better

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