After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future
Chapter 590 - 583: Lu Liang’s Good Friend

Chapter 590: Chapter 583: Lu Liang’s Good Friend

"Oh~ my dear old friend, I was just busy, sorry I couldn’t take your call immediately."

Lu Liang smiled slightly, imitating the C6 dubbing style.

Under normal circumstances, even during a transaction, his phone would not be switched off, just handed over to his secretary in case of emergencies.

But tonight was an exception because he knew Wilson would call and try his best to contact him, even if he was busy.

So to not affect their friendship, Lu Liang decided to avoid it. Missing the call was just an accident, not a refusal.

"Were you busy shorting Tesla?"

Wilson asked with a gradually chilling expression, and the smile on Lu Liang’s face slowly disappeared: "Are you questioning me?"

Wilson remained silent for a long time, then his tone softened: "Not questioning, I just want to understand the situation."

Lu Liang squinted his eyes and suddenly laughed: "Our new car reviews are excellent. If I don’t take the opportunity to short Tesla, I think even God won’t forgive me."

He continued, "Kamon, I know Tesla is your support, but business is business, wherever there’s profit, that’s where I’ll go."

"Honestly, I’m not optimistic about Tesla’s performance in the future electric vehicle market. Besides, its market value has increased tenfold in two years, it’s time to pull back."

Lu Liang spoke decisively as if shorting Tesla was without a personal agenda and purely for the profit of the private equity fund.

JPMorgan Chase also participated in the fourth phase of the private equity, and with Wilson as the investment department head, he should understand him.

Wilson contemplated for a moment and said, "Lu, since you’re so pessimistic about Tesla’s future, at 1200 US dollars per share, JPMorgan Chase will buy as many as you have."

He was testing Lu Liang’s intentions. Take the money and leave would just be greed. If he refused, it meant his heart wasn’t aligned with theirs.

He also wanted to know what Lu Liang’s true purpose was in founding Tianxing Automobile, an investor? Or an entrepreneur?

Investors are welcome. If an entrepreneur, with the current trade friction, they will eventually be on opposite sides.

"Kamon, you really know how to give me a challenge."

Lu Liang sighed and appealed emotionally, rationally: "Do you not realize what the ideal shorting situation is?"

"It’s having chips in hand and the ability to borrow more from institutions. That way, you are inherently undefeated."

He knew clearly, because of Daqiangzi’s matter, being held up for over a year, now it’s time to make another choice.

But he was reluctant to let go, benefiting on both sides, really feels comfortable, benefitting both without offending either.

"If you want to short sell in the future, you can also borrow chips from us, as many as you need."

The US stocks model is like raising Gu, with Tesla being one of the larger Gu Kings, but not the only one.

As long as the chips are in their hands, they have the initiative, and Wilson doesn’t worry about Lu Liang’s surprise attack.

He paused for a few seconds, then said, "Of course, you can also refuse me, but I will be very sad."

"You are my good friend; we’ve known each other for so long. How could I bear to see you sad?"

Lu Liang still wanted to dodge and gloss over the situation, but Wilson was persistent, continuously inquiring.

He just wanted to know whether Lu Liang was willing to sell or not.

If he was willing, he would fly immediately and could arrive in Modu by noon tomorrow.

"Over six million shares, Kamon, are you sure JPMorgan Chase can handle so much?"

Lu Liang feigned indecision but the corners of his mouth lifted, sketching a mysterious smile.

JPMorgan wanted them, so why not sell, he suddenly had a very good idea.

"Even double that amount is not a problem."

Wilson’s tone suddenly turned cheerful; he always liked Lu Liang and was reluctant to fall out with him.

Like the feeling between men and women, he still remembered the situation when he first sparred with him three years ago.

Back then, Lu Liang was unknown; three years have passed, and he has grown into a capital giant.

It could be said that Lu Liang’s growth was something Wilson had watched step by step, and those feelings grew deeper.

Sooner or later, Lu Liang would meet his end at his hands. The farmer’s happiest moment is the harvest season.

That day is coming soon.

"Then come over tomorrow; we haven’t seen each other in a long time."

Ending the call with Wilson, Lu Liang entered the trading room and waved to the busy Sun Yutao: "Close up shop and take stock."

Sun Yutao was stunned: "Mr. Lu, aren’t we maintaining the subsequent trends?"

Tesla would drop tonight because the lock-in volume of Tianxing was high, impacting Mao Dou 3’s sales, but it shouldn’t fall by eight points.

During the time Lu Liang was on the call, the bulls kept trying to counterattack to repair the market but were invariably suppressed by them.

Closing up now, abandoning the subsequent market maintenance, would mean losing at least two or three points’ worth of expected gains.

"A two or three-point rebound only means an extra ten or twenty dollars per share, which isn’t much."

Lu Liang’s smile did not diminish: "I’ve found a good buyer for these chips, 1200 US dollars a share."

Sun Yutao’s eyes widened, dumbfounded: "1200 US dollars? A 17.77% premium, where’s that big fool coming from?"

Lu Liang showed displeasure, glancing at him with a smile and teasing: "Don’t say that about my good friend."

He stayed on the front line, personally overseeing the ’closing,’ the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a somber look.

The new plan was good, but right now it was also a retreat, something he couldn’t do, foolishly loyal without leaving any way out for himself.

The relationship with Wall Street cannot be severed, at least not now.

"Old Ma, oh Old Ma..."

Lu Liang thought of Jack Ma and suddenly could understand his feelings.

Although the paths they chose were different, the difficulties they faced were basically the same.

Lu Liang was still wavering, trying to buy time for his indecision, while Old Ma had already taken action.

At one-thirty in the morning, Sun Yutao finished the statistics.

Tonight, they moved 1.2 million shares with a cost price of 1,120 US dollars and a closing price of 1,025 US dollars.

Without using leverage, they made a small profit of 95 US dollars per share. With 1.2 million shares, the net profit was 114 million US dollars.

The position statistics showed 6.2 million shares. If the transfer was completed at 1,200 US dollars, it would amount to 7.44 billion US dollars.

On the account, there was 2.955 billion US dollars in liquid assets, seventy percent of which came from persistently investing in Tesla earlier.

There was also futures valued at 4.25 billion US dollars, lurking in the gold market since the RMB fell below 6.8.

Lastly, there was a Bitcoin position valued at 102 million US dollars, a fund purely from leftover earnings.

They had no shortage of funds, and since Bitcoin kept declining, Sun Yutao simply kept it for newcomers to practice.

Every day, in the highly volatile market, they bought low and sold high to reduce costs.

Because they assisted Wakao Wen Chao with shorting Bitcoin at the time, they earned 420 million US dollars.

Due to withdrawing 90% of the principal along with earnings, the position of 102 million US dollars in Bitcoin still showed a loss.

However, as long as they didn’t sell at a loss, the loss on the books was just temporary floating loss, which could slowly be settled.

The final statistics showed they had total assets of 14.861 billion US dollars in the financial market.

There was still a 9.5% stake in NIO, and 14.8% in Li Xiang. The former hadn’t reached the lock-up period, and the latter hadn’t IPO-ed yet, so they were not included in the statistics.

After three years of development, Tianxing Private Equity was no longer as before, only dealing with a single market.

Now they were involved in stocks, futures, forex, and cryptocurrencies, increasingly resembling a mature, legitimate medium-sized fund company.

The financial circle generally categorizes funds into three levels: around a billion is small, around ten billion is medium, and above a hundred billion is large, like BlackRock, Vanguard, and State Street, for example.

Sun Yutao couldn’t help but look at Lu Liang; actually, they possessed all the prerequisites to become a large fund.

Unfortunately, the boss’s ambition wasn’t here; he remained focused on making small electric cars and didn’t want to take further steps beyond several billion.

"The fourth phase’s 3 billion dollars matures this July?"

Lu Liang flipped through the documents and saw the settlement time for the third phase was in mid-February next year.

The first phase, the second phase, and then the fourth phase all had a one-year settlement; only the third phase was three years.

But in three years, there were only ten months left in a blink.

Sun Yutao replied, "Yes, July 18."

Lu Liang muttered to himself, "It’s still time enough."

He signed the accounting report and handed it to Sun Yutao, smilingly saying, "I’m leaving. You have an early rest too."

This July, the fourth phase fund settles, and next February, the third phase fund settles.

After that, Lu Liang didn’t plan to initiate anything in Modu; he was heading to Xiangjiang in the south.

That’s where offshore RMB is settled, and the financial regulations will be correspondingly freer.

Modu could no longer aid private equity development but even impose restrictions.

He needed a bigger and better stage.

At two-thirty in the morning,

Lu Liang returned to Green City Huangwan.

The room was brightly lit, like day, with the occasional clear sound of bells.

"Mr. Lu, the lady just coaxed the little one to sleep and then went to her room to rest, but the little one suddenly woke up again."

The nanny Aunt Zhou was in the baby room, amusing the little one with toys, and quickly explained when she saw Lu Liang approaching.

Babies need a lot of sleep every day, but their sleep time is quite unstable; it’s common for them to suddenly become lively in the middle of the night.

Su Wanyu had just coaxed the little one to sleep at twelve-thirty and went to rest. The little one, however, woke up after only sleeping for two and a half hours.

Lu Liang nodded understandingly and went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into his pajamas, and said with a smile, "Aunt Zhou, you should rest early too. I’ll play with her for a while."

He, like a big kid himself, lay down on the soft carpet in the baby castle meticulously prepared by Su Wanyu, held the little one to his chest, and asked with a laugh, "Can you call Dad yet?"

"Papa~" The little one exposed her pink gums and excitedly slapped Lu Liang’s cheeks.

At nine months, she could already make sounds and vaguely got the sense that ’Papa’ referred to this person in front of her.

"So young, yet how come your grip is so strong? I guess your mom hasn’t been spared by you."

Lu Liang playfully burrowed his head into the little one’s arms, sniffing the milky fragrance, making her giggle continuously.

"Mr. Lu, then I’ll head back to my room. Call me if you need anything," said nanny Aunt Zhou with a gentle smile.

"Go ahead, thank you for your hard work."

At four-thirty in the morning, the little one couldn’t outlast Lu Liang and finally fell asleep on his chest.

"Little rascal, I was pulling all-nighters before you were even born."

Lu Liang showed a proud smile, gently touching her chubby cheek, and pulled the blanket over both of them.

Afraid of accidentally rolling over her in his sleep, he specifically chose a spot by the corner wall: "Dad is sleepy too, goodnight."