Yang Mi was momentarily at a loss for words.

Last year’s tax storm swept through the entertainment industry, and International Fan was made an example, with no hope of a comeback so far.

Thanks to Lu Liang’s reminder, she mortgaged four properties and borrowed 180 million from Lu Liang’s company, raising a total of 452 million.

She became the first top artist in the entertainment industry to proactively pay back taxes, sparking a wave of proactive tax payments.

This action was noticed by the bureau, and not only did her reputation remain intact, but she also became a key positive energy artist cultivated by the bureau.

Any variety shows or films she participated in received special attention from the bureau. Last year, she even appeared on CCTV and participated in two Spring Festival Gala programs.

In just six months, she secured five top-notch endorsements, and despite the strictest salary cap in history, she raked in 150 million.

The original plan was to pay off, in installments, the 205.2 million mortgage loan with interest in two years, but now it’s estimated that it will be settled within a year.

The price she paid was Reba; Reba was quickly won over by Lu Liang, and she was undoubtedly the primary contributor.

Faced with the wealthy and powerful Lu Liang, along with the encouragement of the knowledgeable elder sister and superior leader.

Not to mention being the leading one among the four young actresses, even the Holy Sect Saintess would be like fish on the chopping board.

"So, you’re our matchmaker."

Lu Liang beamed with a smile, wrapping his arm around Yang Mi’s waist, his hand gradually moving down.

High-end stockings always have a great texture, smooth and soft, easy to tear, a gentle pull, and they would run easily.

Unlike cheap nylon stockings, which have no texture at all, feeling like plastic, and the thought of running is not even feasible.

"Stop~ Reba is still inside." Yang Mi’s expression was flustered, she subconsciously muttered softly.

If Reba saw this scene, the authority she had established in the company before would be gone.

"You’re all such close sisters; what need is there for authority?" Lu Liang squinted his eyes with a smile.

Suddenly thinking of those Neon workplace romance action films, there seemed to be similar plots.

Indeed, living leisurely does bring a different feeling.

Yang Mi was only a year younger than Lu Liang, now 32. She was beautiful, wealthy, good at maintaining herself, and nourished by the fame of a celebrity, calling her a young woman with a saintly body was not an exaggeration, smooth beyond words.

As the saying goes,

A river of spring water flows eastward,

The Yellow River breaks its banks, flooding for miles,

The Yangtze River overflows, unstoppable.

Yang Mi’s eyes were dreamy, but she was suddenly brought back to her senses by the sound of a door opening from the bedroom, quickly pushing Lu Liang away.

Reba opened the door slightly, having just freshened up. She appeared fresh and radiant as she softly asked, "Mi, Liang, how was your chat?"

"Not bad." Yang Mi, flustered, turned her face to the side, breathing quickly, eager to regain her composure.

Although she was over thirty and already had a child, she normally wouldn’t be so shy, but she couldn’t help her body’s reaction to the end of a dead marriage.

"Miss Yang agreed for you to date me, but for the sake of your future, we need to keep it a secret for now."

Lu Liang kept smiling as he walked to the sink, washing off with a few gestures toward Yang Mi, finding it a bit sticky.

"Great, I was just worried you two might have argued." Reba beamed with joy, running over to hook her arm around Lu Liang’s.

"I have something to attend to, so I’ll go first. Be careful not to get caught by the paparazzi."

Yang Mi took a mask out of her bag, feigned a few coughs as if unwell, "Seems like I caught a cold recently."

She left in a hurry, taking small but quick steps, Reba tilting her head in puzzlement, "What’s up with Mi?"

"Probably not feeling well." Lu Liang smiled, dressed neatly, and prepared to leave to return to Modu.

Reba, reluctant to part, repeatedly pleaded, "I know you’re usually busy, but please reply if I message you when I’m in Modu, even if it’s just to say you’re busy."

She suddenly flashed a three-finger gesture, earnestly saying, "This is my last three wishes, and this is the first."

"Rest assured, your wish will be granted."

Lu Liang walked out, leaving the room.

While waiting for the elevator downstairs, Yang Mi suddenly appeared from around an unseen corner, joining Lu Liang in waiting.

Her face was tightly covered by a hat and mask, only revealing a pair of slightly curved, fine peach blossom eyes, glaring fiercely at him.

Lu Liang suddenly chuckled, squinting his eyes, pretending to wait for the elevator as well, suddenly saying, "Want to have a quick go?"

The elevator dinged open.

The two stepped in one after the other. Yang Mi quietly pressed the button for the fifteenth floor, saying under her breath, "I just booked a room."

Lu Liang’s lips curved slightly but pressed the button for the first floor, calmly saying, "Next time, I’m not interested now."

Yang Mi was momentarily lost; was she rejected?

In a blink, they reached the fifteenth floor, but she didn’t step out, watching as the elevator door closed.

The elevator slowly descended again,

Yang Mi was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "The Louis Vuitton endorsement in Modu is very important for Reba. If she gets it, she’ll have a top luxury endorsement grand slam this year, but there are too many competitors for this brand, and Jiaxing can’t solve it."

Lu Liang made a sound of acknowledgment, "I got it."

The elevator dinged open again,

Upon reaching the lobby on the first floor, he stepped straight out.

Yang Mi remained alone in the elevator, her gaze complex as she watched Lu Liang leave, until the doorman smiled gently, reminding, "Miss, we’ve reached the first floor."

"Sorry, please press the fifteenth floor for me. I just remembered something I forgot to bring."

Looking in the direction where Lu Liang left, Yang Mi sighed. The Lu Liang inside the room and the one outside were like two different people.

Perhaps in his eyes, whether it was her or Reba, there really wasn’t a fundamental difference.

The only difference might be the duration of the freshness.

Having just been rejected by Lu Liang, she understood at once.

Lu Liang wasn’t holding a grudge against her, nor would they become complete strangers in the future. It was simply a moment of disinterest.

The term "indifferent" describes it perfectly.

Yang Mi didn’t know how long her freshness would last, nor did she know how long Reba’s would last.

So, she decided to seize the opportunity while they were still fresh, and help herself secure more resources.

Lu Liang left the hotel and was on the way to the airport.

"Old Meng, do you know the president of Louis Vuitton?"

"It’s good if you do. Please say a word on my behalf."

"Haha~ This is called keeping the home fires burning while letting the flags fly outside."

"Preparing to go to the airport, will be back in Modu later."

"Alright, let’s have a drink then."

Lu Liang was planning to re-embrace Meng Changkun because he needed someone to help handle some trivial matters.

Having navigated Modu for decades, mainly engaged in foreign trade, Mr. Kun, who knew all walks of life, was the best choice.

Meng Changkun, far away in Modu,

Put away his phone, unable to hide the joy on his face.

The last time he helped by introducing a hospital, a casual word from Lu Liang helped him recover a $200 million loss.

Even if he didn’t actually know Zhao Jun from Louis Vuitton, he would spend money to get it done.

Although Yu Bo’s sanctions in the West had calmed in the A-shares, it didn’t mean the matter was completely over.

The closing exchange rate of 6.7923 last night indicated that this was not the end, but the beginning.

Currently, it was just at the stage of verbal skirmishing, making everyone in the foreign trade industry anxious and on edge.

Once the tariff increase bill is implemented, at least half of the foreign trade companies nationwide would go bankrupt.

Because not only did the West propose increases, East Country also said if the other side is adamant, they would take countermeasures.

Unlike before, where it was just idle talk, as the spokesperson directly proposed a domestic circulation plan yesterday.

Clearly indicating they wouldn’t admit defeat; when to start is up to you, but when it ends is up to me.

Once it starts, it will be a long-term pattern. Old Meng, who still had some money, planned to slowly transition.

At this moment, repairing the relationship with Lu Liang, even if not like before, as long as he could get on board, he’d be satisfied.

After all, with Lu Liang’s current influence and wealth, even a little spill from between his fingers could ensure a comfortable old age for him.

By evening, the plane arrived in Modu.

Lu Liang returned to the company immediately to confirm recent profits in the Foreign Exchange Market, then issued new tasks.

"This time, we’re not going to US stocks. The international situation this year is destined to be turbulent, full of opportunities."

After pondering for a moment, Lu Liang set his new target on the London gold, which had once brought him his first bucket of gold.

With a daily average trading volume exceeding $20 trillion, it is the largest commodity in the world without exception.

[March 12, London gold closed at 1650 points...]

[April 2, London gold closed at 1700 points...]

[July 5, London gold closed at 1750 points...]

Two years ago, East Country witnessed a gold rush,

Aunts snapping up gold, fiercely beating the Wall Street shorts.

It sounded nice, very exhilarating. At that time, they indeed won, and Lu Liang earned a lot.

Since then, gold prices began to steadily decline.

1803.12 points was an impassable peak; even at the time of Great Britain’s Brexit, and the issue to the south, the rebound was limited.

Especially in the second half of last year when the world was peaceful, within three short months, the price of an ounce of London gold dropped by over $180.

"Antiques in prosperous times, gold in turbulent times."

This year, the renewed rise in gold indicates the international situation ahead may be so chaotic; they need funds at a constant state of readiness.

Continuing to stay in US stocks would be troublesome, requiring time for in and out, as well as favorable market conditions.

In contrast, the London gold market was freer.

At least within the next year, their funds would remain in London gold, always ready to be deployed as needed.

"What about Tesla then?" Sun Yutao asked. They had been holding positions for over a year, with returns multiplied four or five times over.

"Don’t act yet, wait until the new car is launched at the end of April. If the market responds well, we will go for it."

Lu Liang squinted, eyes filled with caution, a beast that could grow to a $1.2 trillion behemoth.

Even in three years, even if BBA’s three companies doubled in value, combined, they wouldn’t even reach half of it.

If Lu Liang doesn’t enter the automotive industry, or if the outcome isn’t satisfactory, then he would gladly cling to the giant’s leg to make big money.

However, if he sees even a glimmer of hope to surpass, he would without hesitation crush this beast in its cradle.