Chapter 64: It’s All Thanks to My Mentor

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Chapter 64: It’s All Thanks to My MentorMeanwhile, in Shenzhen’s Futian district, Li Jianlin hung up the phone, frowning deeply as he pondered Lu Liang’s parting words. “What did he say?” Wu Junle asked anxiously. “He said he’s optimistic about TeLi A and plans to hold it long-term.” “Optimistic? Long-term, my ! He’s just holding out for a bigger cut,” Wu scoffed, his frustration barely contained. Li Jianlin shook his head, offering a different perspective. “Maybe he just doesn’t want to get involved with us. Unlike us, he made his profits cleanly. If he agrees to our terms, he’d be complicit in price manipulation. seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “If something goes wrong, and we point the finger at him, he’ll be looking at fines worth several times his gains—if not worse.” “If it were me,” Li mused, “I’d steer clear too.” “Could he be bluffing?” Wu wondered, his earlier anger cooling into suspicion. Li understood Wu’s concern. TeLi A was currently trading at 32.5 yuan. If the price climbed to 50 yuan, each lot would net an additional 1,750 yuan. Based on their research, Lu held about 20,000 lots. At today’s price, his position was worth 65 million yuan. At 50 yuan, it would be worth 100 million. However, if he waited for them to unload their shares and the price crashed, his 65 million could shrink to 40 million—or less. The potential difference of 60 million yuan wasn’t something most people could ignore. “Let’s see what happens on Monday,” Li concluded, his brow furrowed. They had no choice but to give Lu the benefit of the doubt—for now. Back in Magic City, Lu Liang began returning calls to those who had reached out earlier. “Mr. Zhang… Thank you, but I don’t have plans in that direction for now.” “Mr. Liu… If something comes up, you’ll be the first to know.” “Mr. Zheng… Next time you’re in town, drinks are on me. Let’s catch up properly.” After a round of polite rejections, Lu leaned back in his chair with a sigh. Leaving his office, he spotted Chen Jinchun slumped over her desk, fast asleep. He tapped the desk lightly and teased, “Drooling already?” Chen bolted upright, wiping at her mouth instinctively, though there was nothing there. “Mr. Lu, are you leaving for the day?” “Yeah,” he replied, grabbing his keys before heading out, leaving her to lock up the office. As a fresh graduate from a second-tier university with no internship experience, earning over 10,000 yuan a month was a privilege she took seriously. Around 7 p.m., Lu Liang arrived home, greeted by the aroma of freshly cooked food. “Mr. Lu,” said Liu Yi, the housekeeper, “Miss Li said she won’t be home for dinner tonight.” “Got it. I’ll take a quick shower first,” Lu replied. Ever since he helped Li Manli establish her studio and move out, she had been spending most of her time in a rented villa in Magic City’s western suburbs. Initially, they had been filming content at Lu’s house, but he disliked the constant traffic of people. Ȓ????Ŋo͍????ЕS̩ The villa served as both a workspace and living quarters for the team. Li Manli now rarely returned home, focusing instead on her live streams and video production. With her out of the house, Lu Liang’s meals and cleaning were handled by a professional housekeeper and cook. “Liu Yi, this pickled cabbage and pork intestine is excellent,” Lu praised during dinner. “I’m glad you like it, Mr. Lu,” she replied with a beaming smile. As he ate, Lu received a call from Liu Mingxuan, inviting him out for drinks. Detecting something off in his friend’s tone, Lu agreed without hesitation. Halfway through his meal, Lu left for a modest apartment complex in the city. Liu Mingxuan was nothing like Lu. As a computer science graduate during a time when diplomas still held weight, he had ridden the wave of early internet growth, landing a job at a mid-sized tech company in Magic City. He bought a home early and settled down, but his high school experience with a scornful ex-girlfriend had turned him into an incorrigible flirt. When Lu arrived in his Lamborghini Urus, Liu’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He stroked the car’s gleaming paint with reverence, as if touching the skin of a lover. “Is this a rental?” Liu asked, eyeing Lu suspiciously. Lu smirked. Just as he opened his mouth to answer, Liu held up a hand. “Don’t say anything. I’m not sure I can handle the truth.” He grinned slyly and added, “Let me drive, yeah?” Reluctantly handing over the keys, Lu climbed into the passenger seat. Liu drove with giddy enthusiasm. “If I parked this at the film academy gates, I’d need a whole bottle of those little blue pills to keep up with the attention,” he joked. “Cut the crap,” Lu interjected. “What’s the problem?” His friend’s exuberance dimmed. “Let’s grab a drink, and I’ll explain,” Liu suggested. They ended up at NaN, a newly opened music bar along the Bund. Situated by the water, it offered a breezy atmosphere that dispelled the muggy summer heat. As a young woman strummed a guitar on stage, her soft voice carrying a soothing melody, Lu and Liu settled into a table near the waterfront. After downing two bottles of Bud Light in quick succession, Liu’s cheerful facade cracked, replaced by a look of regret. “Let’s hear it,” Lu prompted, suppressing a smirk. Liu scowled before launching into his tale. Last month, a family acquaintance from his hometown had asked him to look out for their daughter, a recent graduate seeking work in Magic City. “And you ‘looked out for her’ right into your bed?” Lu interrupted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Liu stared, dumbfounded. “Are you psychic?” “No, I just know you,” Lu retorted. “You’ve been like this since high school. Why would today be any different?” Despite his flaws, Liu had been a steadfast friend over the years. When Lu needed a loan to buy his first home, Liu didn’t hesitate. And when Lu’s marriage hit rock bottom, Liu’s home was his refuge. But when it came to women, Liu’s escapades were best left unjudged. “She’s from the neighboring village back home,” Liu admitted, sheepishly scratching his head. “Well, you’re screwed,” Lu said, barely concealing his amusement. Before he could continue, Lu noticed a group of tall, stunning women in pleated skirts nearby. Signaling the waiter, he paid their tab and raised his beer in a playful toast. “You’ve changed,” Liu said, eyes wide. Lu chuckled. “It’s all thanks to my mentor,” he quipped, kicking Liu under the table when the women approached. One of the women, smiling coyly, asked, “Handsome, what’s the meaning of this?” Liu ignored her, nonchalantly taking another sip. “I’m getting married,” he blurted suddenly. Lu nearly choked on his drink. “Excuse me, miss. He’s got the wrong table,” he stammered, waving her off. The woman, introducing herself as Lingling, pouted. “You’re not great at flirting, you know.” Lu smiled politely. “Sorry for the mix-up. Feel free to enjoy the drinks.” As she walked off, he turned back to Liu, all amusement gone. “Are you serious? Have you thought this through?” In the face of his friend’s life-changing decision, even the most beautiful scenery faded into insignificance.

Chapter 64: It’s All Thanks to My Mentor

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