CHAPTER 681: CHAPTER 672: A VILLAIN’S REVENGE FROM DAWN TO DUSK

"Mr. Lu, let me wish us a successful cooperation in advance."

Su Shimin showed a smile on his face. Wall Street is merely a synonym for a place; they’re not a monolith.

It’s been a decade since the last great feast, and East Country is playing the policy of isolationism again in the financial market.

Since pigs and cows can’t be slaughtered, culling a few chickens and ducks could still be a feast, just the right opportunity to eliminate dissenters.

As for raising tigers and inviting disaster, with them around and still on their home field, it’s best for Lu Liang to remain dignified; otherwise, I’ll teach him how to be dignified.

Su Shimin pondered for a moment and then said: "Mr. Lu, we want a subscription quota of 5 billion dollars."

Although he belittles Lu Liang’s layout, he has never doubted his ability to make money.

The company that helped them build the quantitative model mentioned that Phantom Technologies may be superior, but it’s not mature enough yet.

Tianxing teamed up with Phantom to form Tianxing Quantitative, focusing on quantitative international markets; this project has significant potential.

Lu Liang pretended to be troubled, thought for a long time, and answered: "Mr. Su Shimin, at most 4 billion, I’ve already given Hong Kong Capital 3 billion."

"Although the headquarters of Tianxing Quantitative is not in mainland, Xiangjiang has always been an inseparable part of the mainland. Some institutions in the mainland still need to give up some shares and let them help with the arrangements."

Su Shimin nodded and made a concession.

After all, Blackstone and Lu Liang are just starting their honeymoon period and still need to care for his emotions.

However, he will not indulge Lu Liang repeatedly like Wilson did.

This is the first time, and it will also be the last time.

"Wish us a successful cooperation."

"Successful cooperation."

Half an hour later, the two finished their conversation, and Lu Liang stood at the office door, watching Su Shimin leave.

It wasn’t until his figure disappeared that Sun Yutao came over and asked: "Mr. Lu, how do you plan to allocate this time?"

"Li Zhikai’s side gets 3 billion, Blackstone 4 billion, and the remaining 3 billion. Priority is given to Jinsha River Fuxing Jingdong."

Lu Liang paused for a few seconds and then said: "If there’s still remaining, I’ll look again and pick a few randomly."

He planned to return to the office, but Little Wang popped out from somewhere, full of smiles: "Liang, long time no see."

"Close the door." Lu Liang invited him to the office, sat at the coffee table, and changed the tea.

Looking at Little Wang, Lu Liang suddenly burst into laughter: "Indeed, it’s been a while. How come you’re bald?"

Little Wang is three years younger than him and just turned 30, but his forehead could no longer be described as full.

The hairline on his forehead retreated so much that he probably wouldn’t need to shave even for Qing dynasty dramas.

"Damn, you can’t expect ivory from a dog’s mouth. My forehead is obviously full, okay?"

Little Wang’s face darkened; this question has always been deadly to whoever asked it, but since it’s Lu Liang, he could only curse begrudgingly.

"Tell me, what’s the matter?"

Lu Liang instinctively glanced at the date; there are still three months left to cash out Panda Stocks.

He currently holds 158 million panda shares, accounting for 8.235% of the total equity. To cash out, he needs a wave of huge benefits; otherwise, it will definitely affect the stock price.

On September 28th, Panda titled team will win the championship; that day should be the second-highest position in history next to the initial listing, and also the best time to cash out.

But now it’s July 13th, there’s still three months until the championship, while the neighboring World Cup finals seems to be about to start, between France and Croatia, 4:2.

"Flavorless when eating, regrettable to discard."

Lu Liang smacked his lips; if he wanted to wager, he would definitely smash several market makers.

But He Sijie has a decent relationship with him; if betting in Ao Ao Men seems a bit unethical, he should go mess with those Western Gambling Companies.

After all, the capital in Europe and America is interlinked, those infamous Gambling giants basically have the support from Blackstone, BlackRock, Vanguard behind them.

Taking this opportunity, collecting some interest from them seems good as well, after all, Su Shimin’s attitude greatly displeases Lu Liang.

There’s a saying, a gentleman waits ten years for revenge, a villain avenges from morning till night; he’s a villain, he avenges instantly.

"Lu Liang, what are you muttering about? Did you even hear what I said?" Little Wang asked with a dark face.

"What did you say?" Lu Liang regained his senses and laughed, "I was just thinking about something, please repeat it."

Little Wang took a deep breath, calmed down, and repeated: "I said, I have over 300 million US dollars in funds on hand, is it possible to do some insider operations?"

"Hmm, let me think..."

Lu Liang pondered for a moment, took out the private equity fund subscription intention selected by Sun Yutao, seemingly knowing this time he’s purely targeting the international market.

Domestic capital institutions subscribed far exceeding past amounts, JD 500 million, Jinsha River 500 million, Fuxing 500 million.

Only 3 billion US dollar quota, the three account for 1.5 billion US dollars, and there’s also Tencent 300 million, Bank of China and Citic together 500 million.

There’s still a remaining 700 million quota, but Flannery from General Motors came all the way here; can’t let him leave empty-handed.

The last 700 million will inevitably be left for him.

"No way, can’t squeeze out, no quota for you."

Lu Liang shook his head, decisively rejecting Little Wang.

Little Wang wasn’t angry and instead asked: "Then what about your Tianxing Private Equity, what’s its fifth phase project?"

"Before next February, before the third phase settlement, it’s not being considered for now," Lu Liang said.

He doesn’t lack funds to develop at the moment; getting dividends once a year is really annoying, and there’s no way to maximize the management fee.

The settlement period for Tianxing Quantitative is set at five years, ensuring dividends every two years, so the fifth phase of private equity is estimated to be about the same.

So Lu Liang wants to wait until the third phase of private equity is settled, clear all the private equity business, start fundraising again, and then extend the settlement period even longer.

He might not continue to reside in Modu; first, let Tianxing Quantitative test the waters and see the attitude over in Xiangjiang.

If the policy is suitable, all financial industries under Lu Liang, except public funds, might all relocate to Xiangjiang.

After all, he only deals with the international market now, and staying in Modu is inconvenient; exchange rate settlement is quite troublesome.

Even though they are a dual-currency fund, they pay so much money every year, and the help Modu gives them is almost zero.

It would be better to relocate everything to Xiangjiang. Anyway, Lu Liang already has the Tianxing District, invested so much there, and the authorities wouldn’t worry about him transferring assets.

Little Wang was dumbfounded, "Then what about my 300 million?"

Before coming, he thought even if he had no share in Quantitative, he would have a share in Tianxing’s fifth phase of private equity.

As a result, he had no share in either, making his painstaking preparations of over 300 million US dollars seem like a wasted effort.

Lu Liang smiled, just about to speak, then chuckled and asked, "Cong, do you usually watch football?"

"Those who play football are idiots, and those who kick football are fools," Little Wang said bluntly, which was like veiled sarcasm towards his old man.

After all, East Country’s football was in such poor shape, yet Old Wang still held expectations; even if he were his biological father, in his eyes, it was utterly foolish behavior.

Lu Liang couldn’t hold back his laughter, "I got some info, the day after tomorrow’s final, France will definitely win, are you in or not?"

If it was just a small bet of ten or twenty million, it wasn’t worth placing, but a large sum would make the intentions too obvious.

If Little Wang stepped up, everything would make sense; in any case, his public image is that of the foolish son of a landlord.

"Sure win? Is it that certain?"

Little Wang looked skeptical, knowing well that football was notoriously shady.

But the World Cup final, with at least 2 billion people worldwide watching, glory and the Jules Rimet Trophy within reach.

In such a situation, to be rigged, if word got out, the players from both teams would be torn apart by fanatical fans.

"You don’t understand the power of capital."

Lu Liang had a mysterious expression, and Little Wang was half-convinced, "So, what do you want me to do?"

"Tomorrow, I’m meeting with General Flannery, and then I’ll go over to the United States with him, and you’ll come along with me,"

Lu Liang squinted his eyes and set up the arrangement, "There are a full thirteen hours of flight time, it’ll be especially boring, at that point, play along, talk about this at some point, the rest is up to your performance."

"How big do you plan to play?"

Little Wang’s eyelid twitched straight away; whenever Lu Liang makes a move, he gets scared.

Because these days, the appetite of this person is getting bigger and bigger.

If it was just tens of millions, a hundred million or so, he probably wouldn’t even give it a second glance.

"The fourth phase of private equity just settled, and Tianxing has over ten billion US dollars more in the account, let’s give you ten billion dollars straight,"

Lu Liang said casually, causing Little Wang’s heart to tremble, he chuckled bitterly, "You’re asking me to be the fool again."

Spending ten billion dollars on a bet,

I bet only a fool would do such a thing.

Once word got out, he wouldn’t be able to shake off the label of the foolish son of a landlord for the rest of his life.

"One word, are you in or not?" Lu Liang asked with a smile.

"Count me in!"

Little Wang gritted his teeth and steeled his heart.

With a 40% return, why not be a fool?

Moreover, judging by Lu Liang’s demeanor, the bet doesn’t seem aimed merely at making money but more like setting someone up.

This favor is a must-do.

"Good brother, when you get back, I’ll introduce you to a great project."

"What project?" Little Wang’s eyes lit up.

Panda had already been entrusted to Long Fei; now he had nothing to do except hang out with girls.

Lu Liang calling him bald wasn’t without reason.

After all, living amid constant indulgence, not balding would be surprising.

"We’ll talk about it when we get back, it’s not quite certain yet, Old Meng is still considering it," Lu Liang said.

"Meng Changkun?" Little Wang asked.

Lu Liang nodded, if Meng Changkun was willing to do it, he planned to reserve a share for Little Wang through Old Meng.

By then, scale it to one or two hundred billion dollars, then go public in the US, and make a killing.