CHAPTER 665: CHAPTER 657: DO YOUR BEST AND LEAVE THE REST TO FATE

Cheung Building, one of the famous landmarks in Xiangjiang.

On the left is HSBC’s Dragon Locking Treasure Bowl, on the right is Bank of China’s Tri-Spike Double-Edged Sword. Cheung Shing stands like a square shield in the middle, completely made of bulletproof glass, reflecting all the glint and flash of swords back like a mirror.

As three o’clock approached, the entrance of Cheung Building was crowded with people, all dressed in suits, looking like elites, attracting the attention of passing tourists.

"Little Superman, why would he come to Cheung Shing? Didn’t the media say he had a falling out with his father?"

"Can you really believe what the media says? There’s no overnight grudge between father and son, especially when the son is so capable."

"This father and son don’t look reconciled, still putting on grim faces, they seem to be waiting for someone."

"Wow, Li Zheju is here too, the whole family is waiting for someone? Who’s important enough for that?"

Seeing the growing number of onlookers nearby, Li Zhikai asked coldly, "Did you do this on purpose?"

The media wasn’t wrong; they indeed had a falling out due to differing ideas and hadn’t spoken for a long time.

If it wasn’t for Lu Liang unknowingly setting the meeting place at Cheung Building, he definitely wouldn’t have come.

Superman Li smiled faintly, "Isn’t collaborating with Lu Liang something worth promoting?"

"Aren’t you afraid he’ll be unhappy?" Li Zhikai questioned.

"He would love it," Superman Li responded with a mysterious smile.

"Why?"

Li Zhikai furrowed his brows. In his impression, Lu Liang wasn’t someone who enjoyed the spotlight.

Especially when their cooperation wasn’t even confirmed yet but was already being publicized aggressively, it seemed like a forced move.

"Didn’t I teach you before, if you encounter something you don’t understand, how should you ask someone for advice?"

Superman Li smiled confidently, full of poise.

Indeed, there are no overnight grudges between father and son. As long as he nods and softens a bit, he’s forgiven.

Li Zhikai glanced over, "Anyway, they’re your Cheung Shing people, and this is Cheung Shing’s territory, nothing to do with me."

If he were someone who easily bowed his head and admitted his mistakes, he wouldn’t have left Cheung Shing to start Yingke.

"Ah, your temperament is just like mine."

Superman Li sighed, "Why would Lu Liang set the meeting place at Cheung Shing? Do you think he doesn’t know our relationship?"

"Although I don’t know his real intention, I know he hopes more people will know about his cooperation with us or his visit to Xiangjiang."

Li Zhikai frowned, recalling rumors from Wall Street, tentatively asking, "The more famous, the safer?"

"Perhaps, but I feel there are other reasons."

"What reasons?"

"I don’t know."

Superman Li was tapping his lower back with his hand, feeling back pain due to his age, then suddenly looked towards the street corner, "Here they come."

Three black cars turned in from the corner, with Maybachs in the front and back, and a Rolls-Royce in the middle.

"Working with smart people is always particularly pleasant."

From afar, Lu Liang saw the Li family and their executives standing at the entrance. He smiled, and after the vehicle stopped, immediately opened the door and walked forward.

"Mr. Li, I’m sorry for being late and keeping you waiting." Lu Liang was respectful, bowing, holding Superman Li’s hands.

Born in 1928, at 90 years old, it’s unknown what supplements he’s taking; his vitality is impressively good, like someone in their sixties or seventies, guessing he could live another ten years wouldn’t be a stretch.

However, deterioration of the lumbar and cervical spine is unavoidable, and his stature looked to be about five feet and a few inches due to hunched posture.

"Just passing time idly, I came down for a stroll, it wasn’t long."

Superman Li smiled kindly, holding Lu Liang’s hand, then introduced the person next to him, the Chairman and Executive Director of Cheung Shing, Li Zheju.

He said, "Zheju, you and Mr. Lu are young people; keep in touch more in the future. I’m getting old, and my energy is not what it used to be. Cheung Shing will rely on you in the future."

Upon hearing this, some people had peculiar expressions.

From Superman Li’s perspective, both Li Zheju and Lu Liang were young, but they were actually 21 years apart.

From others’ viewpoints, at 90 years old, Superman Li admitting he’s getting old and wants to retire was noteworthy.

It’s known that among the same age group, hardly anyone still alive is doing business.

"Mr. Li, you’re just too modest." Lu Liang laughed and flattered, genuinely admiring him.

At 90, still active in the business world, still not retired, there truly is no second example globally.

"Let’s go inside to talk and not impede others’ normal passage." Li Zhikai glanced at the growing crowd, observing Lu Liang’s expression.

"Mr. Li, both of you, I’ll follow your lead." Lu Liang maintained his smile.

"Mr. Lu, please."

Superman Li gave his younger son a look, Li Zhikai remained silent, indeed experience comes with age.

Lu Liang didn’t mind the publicity, as expected, just as Superman Li had guessed, he would love it.

With the three members of the Li family and Lu Liang entering Cheung Building,

Lu Liang’s arrival in Xiangjiang and visit to Cheung Shing quickly spread all over Xiangjiang’s streets and alleys, and onto the mainland and worldwide.

"Why did Lu Liang go to Xiangjiang?"

"Meeting with the Li family, what’s his intent?"

"Are they planning some big move next?"

These three questions troubled numerous business people who heard the news.

East Country’s wealth list seems cursed, Gome’s Old Huang went to jail, Wanda’s Old Wang almost went bankrupt.

Even Wahaha and BYD, who didn’t face misfortune, well illustrated what it means to be burdened by fame.

Only Superman Li, repeatedly crowned the First Rich for 18 years, stands unfallen to this day, comparable to the longest river in business circles.

Lu Liang, burst onto the scene three years ago, rose to fame two years ago, and became hugely famous a year ago, becoming the first rich of those born post-’85, ranked eleventh on the East Country wealth list, truly the brightest star.

The two seemed to have no past interactions, suddenly meeting raised widespread external speculation on the reason.

Some say it’s because Cheung Shing Group got badly burned in the UK, wanting to return, thus the father and two sons were welcoming Lu Liang at the door.

Others say Cheung Shing Group plans to further sell Xiangjiang assets, Lu Liang has money and wants to invest in Xiangjiang real estate, therefore they hit it off immediately.

Rumors are wildly circulating, getting more absurd.

Meanwhile, in New York time, at three in the morning.

JPMorgan took advantage of positive news, capitalizing on the London gold market correction, and closed out over 90 billion US Dollar positions.

Wilson hadn’t slept for over 48 hours, and though the closing process went smoothly, the pressure from the Q3 report left him breathless.

Even if they can delay until the last disclosure deadline, they must announce it before October 30.

Today is July 9, so counting each day, he only has 113 days left.

They invested 92.3 billion US Dollars in London Gold, closing with a remaining balance of 68.2 billion.

Total loss of 24.1 billion US Dollars.

Although there was profit in the Offshore Renminbi Market, their investment was small, and the gains were minimal.

Combining both markets, they still faced a net loss of 23.9 billion US Dollars.

Though the Offshore Renminbi Market made some profit, their investment was small, so the profit was also small.

Combined, both markets still resulted in a 23.9 billion US Dollar loss.

If they are to present a somewhat bearable financial report for the coming year, they must minimize the losses by the Q3 report, though it displays negative growth, at least it will be passable.

Or by October 30, submit a report with a plan satisfactory to the shareholders, convincing them the current loss is only temporary.

Meanwhile, Wilson saw the news about Lu Liang heading to Xiangjiang to meet the Li family.

He pondered for a moment, hoping his plan works and also hoping Lu Liang won’t be too heartless to remember their past association.

Wilson knew, if he doesn’t turn in results that satisfy Jamie before the Q3 report, he would be the next one in trouble.

He only knew that without a satisfactory answer for Jamie before the Q3 report, the next one in hot water would be him.

He couldn’t forget Doug and Lar’s expressions when they were taken away, nor did he dare imagine what fate they faced.

He just hoped that he could succeed before facing Jamie’s wrath.

Meanwhile, Superman Li chose his office on the top floor of the Cheung Building as the place for the meeting with Lu Liang, to discuss their potential collaboration.

"Our Cheung Building is 283 meters high, taller than HSBC’s 179 meters, but less than Bank of China’s 303 meters, cleverly avoiding the cannon barrel and sword point."

He was also Chaoshan people, and their positioning notably also involved brewing kung fu tea, as Lu Liang looked upon HSBC’s cannon mouth and the sharp blade of Bank of China, exchanging banter.

Li Zhikai chipped in, "I remember one year because of a typhoon, HSBC’s cannon mouth accidentally blew towards Standard Chartered, and Standard Chartered immediately sent a lawyer’s letter demanding HSBC turn the cannon back."

Superman Li couldn’t help but chuckle, reflecting on this amusing anecdote, expressing, "We, Xiangjiang people, firmly believe in fate, luck, and feng shui."

"Do your best, leave the rest to fate." Lu Liang ambiguously mused.

Spending a few million, or tens of millions to consult a feng shui master is of no concern to them, but it provides psychological comfort.

Even if they are exhausted by worldly efforts, they begin to believe in the ethereal feng shui.

If they still fail, there’s nothing they can do.

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