After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 330 - 329: A Night of Blossoms

"Panda is a very outstanding enterprise, and Mr. Wang is also a very outstanding CEO."

Lu Liang showed a smile as he beckoned Little Wang over to help Panda with the completion of its IPO audit, which was currently the top priority.

Little Wang approached with a big smile, trotting over and standing quietly and obediently by the side, waiting for Boss Lu to help with the recommendation.

Lu Liang paused, then added, "Mr. Bilock, Mr. Gardson, perhaps you are not aware that live commerce is an industry that has emerged in our country in recent years and has great potential for development."

"Our country has many excellent products, but most manufacturers do not have enough funds to engage celebrities for long-term endorsements, so they opt for short-term online promotions, which has become their best choice."

"This isn’t about unpredictable gains, it can be considered as advertising revenue, just like promotions on YouTube."

Gardson and Bilock exchanged smiles, and Gardson said, "Mr. Lu, in the past month, we have also invited a third-party agency to investigate and follow up. The rejection of the IPO audit last time was indeed due to our negligence without a thorough investigation."

Little Wang rejoiced and complimented, "This precisely demonstrates the rigor of the Nasdaq audit team and their responsibility toward market investors."

The Nasdaq listing audit team consisted of 16 members, with Gardson and Bilock being the leader and deputy, respectively.

Their words indicated that when Panda resubmitted its IPO documentation tomorrow, it was basically a secured deal.

After exchanging a few casual pleasantries, sensing that Mr. Suo and Lu Liang had matters to discuss, Bilock turned to Little Wang, inviting him aside for a detailed conversation about the subsequent IPO and roadshow.

"Mr. Lu, there is something I don’t understand."

Soros looked pensive as he turned to Lu Liang, questioning why he was so certain last year that Old England dared to Brexit.

At the time, almost everyone worldwide thought it was an impossible task.

Even if some believed Brexit would succeed, they were merely seen as jesters seeking attention; no one would actually bet all their assets on buying Gold and shorting British Pounds.

Only Lu Liang, from the beginning to the end, believed that Old England would Brexit and resolutely put forth over 50 billion US Dollars, risking it all.

Last July’s incident in the south was somewhat traceable, as the military strength of East Country wasn’t weak, so there was a possibility that the US Army could be pushed back.

But for Old England to hold a referendum on Brexit and succeed was an extremely improbable black swan event.

He thought about it for a long time, unable to comprehend.

Lu Liang chuckled and said, "Mr. Suo, frankly I can’t quite explain it myself. If I had to say, it might just be a gut feeling."

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Soros murmured to himself, unable to resist a laugh—not deriding Lu Liang’s response, but mocking his own question.

For successful individuals facing major decisions, not one was without reliance on luck, for what could be done had been done; the rest was up to divine decision.

Luck is indeed mysterious. Initially, there were three kinds of people who voted for Brexit: those brainwashed to believe the EU was a burden, those who voted just because, doubting it would actually happen, and finally, those who thought since no one else would vote for it, they might as well.

It actually happened, because the latter two mindsets predominated.

"This phrase is very standard."

"It was taught to me by Andy."

Soros called over his assistant, a thirty-something Chinese mixed-race woman nearby, who smiled slightly, "Mr. Lu, my name is Andy, or you can also call me Huang Yuanzhi."

"Your persona is like that of a gem among nations; your Chinese name sounds nicer than Andy."

Huang Yuanzhi paused, her voice soft as she said, "Thank you, this is the first time I’ve known that my name comes from that phrase."

She was born and raised in the United States, including her parents, and her Chinese name was given by her grandfather whom she had never met.

At that moment, Cruick came over to greet and told Lu Liang, "Mr. Lu, it’s time for you to speak on stage."

Tonight’s banquet was initiated in the name of Lu Liang, and with the atmosphere at its peak, it was time for him, the main character, to say a few words.

"Mr. Suo, Miss Huang, I’ll go up first."

Lu Liang nodded, gesturing subtly to Little Wang.

Little Wang understood implicitly; they had come together, and he wouldn’t let Lu Liang attract all the attention alone; he, too, needed to help share the burden.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, I am Lu Liang."

Lu Liang walked up to the podium, smiling, and spoke in confident but imperfect English, "This is my first time in New York, and my first time setting foot on the soil of the United States, and I’m very happy to meet so many new friends..."

As his words fell, everyone immediately stopped their conversations and spontaneously focused their attention on Lu Liang.

The banquet had been going on for nearly an hour, and whether they came due to various reasons, through hearsay, they had also heard of Lu Liang’s deeds.

At 32 years old, younger than Mark Zuckerberg, currently unmarried and childless, from East Country, a financial titan crossing international borders, confronting traditional powerhouses of Wall Street repeatedly without a single defeat.

Five months ago, he launched a 45.4 billion US Dollar fund, each time with shares of about 4.5 billion US Dollars, which were snatched up in less than half an hour, demonstrating his formidable influence.

For all these years, New York’s elite had never hosted such a grand welcome for a native-born Chinese.

This was enough to prove his influence in the financial markets, not only in his own country but also recognized by international capital.

"I have a friend who founded a company that climbed to the forefront of the industry in two years and innovatively changed the current e-commerce model."

Lu Liang spoke, then suddenly shifted the topic to Panda, "This time, I came mainly to assist a company I am very optimistic about in completing its Nasdaq listing review."

The review passage was a fait accompli. Next came the IPO roadshow. Lu Liang couldn’t accompany Little Wang everywhere every day.

Seizing this opportunity, he pushed Little Wang and Panda to the forefront to familiarize everyone and share the burden.

Everyone present was either a top executive on Wall Street or a cultural and sports superstar.

Being recognized by them meant Panda wouldn’t have to worry about a lack of interest in the upcoming IPO.

"Let’s give him a round of applause and encourage him."

Lu Liang smiled and led the clapping, and the audience very graciously joined in.

"Damn, he’s lucky."

Old Jia cursed enviously, his eyes turning red. If Lu Liang had promoted his FF like this, he wouldn’t have needed to struggle for investments and could have just directly gone public.

Little Wang’s steps were slightly stiff as he walked to the front of the stage, took the microphone, and bowed, "Everyone, my name is Wang Xiaocong, the CEO of Panda Interactive Entertainment..."

Lu Liang smiled with the corners of his mouth raised, achieving success and stepping back.

Just back offstage, a group of supermodels and famous actresses naturally gathered around him.

"Lu, let me introduce myself, my name is Koeler."

A dark-skinned girl, but without the typical broad nose and large lips, greeted him with a broad smile, extending her slender hand.

Beside her, there were a few women looking like models, with one particularly noticeable for her thick lips and curvy hips.

Referred to as the American Fan Binbin, Kim Kardashian, the sisters likely all belonged to the famous New York Kardashian family.

"Miss Koeler, hello."

Lu Liang showed a polite yet smiling face, but he hurried off after exchanging greetings.

He liked healthy girls, not ones artificially enhanced.

The boyfriends of these three sisters, could form a reinforced squad, especially favored by the athletes within the Black community.

Sometimes manpower is limited; Little Lu knew his limits.

Lu Liang wandered around and then came near Cruick, casually picking up a drink from the table to moisten his throat.

He was the central figure of the banquet, and every place he visited required a few words of conversation; his mouth was nearly dry.

Cruick grinned, "Really? Passing up such a good opportunity? Just by snapping your fingers, you could have snagged one at least."

Clearly, he had tried or heard of not just one similar incident; sisters flying together was fun.

"I like subtle girls," replied Lu Liang with a smile.

"Subtle?"

Cruick mockingly tiptoed to scan the venue and sighed with resignation, "I guess, there aren’t any here tonight."

He smiled that knowing smile of a man, "Tomorrow night I’ll take you to a good place, they’re all the type you like."

"Then it’s a deal," said Lu Liang with a broad smile. Agreeing was one thing, attending was another.

"I’ll contact you when it’s time," Cruick squinting happily, pleased that Lu Liang was a kindred spirit.

Juicy mature peaches are great with their skills, but crisp, tender young apples have their charms.

Especially Caucasian girls, their bloom time is short, the real prime are those high schoolers.

Like Scarlett, Hathaway, Megan Fox, etc., their most beautiful time was around seventeen or eighteen.

Lu Liang coughed and interrupted, "Actually, Hathaway and Megan Fox are still pretty good now."

"Lu, so you like that type."

Cruick grinned mischievously, thumping his chest in assurance. Although they didn’t make it this time, if there’s a next time, he would definitely have them freshly showered, lying on a hotel bed.

"Then it’s settled."

Before long, applause rang out in the venue.

Little Wang came down from the stage, and Lu Liang said with a smile, "The response was good; the upcoming IPO will require less effort."

Little Wang’s smile was slightly stiff as he whispered, "Damn, I’m sweating bullets."

"Don’t be so tense; think of yourself as the boss, you’re here to deliver money to them."

Lu Liang hinted with a nod for Little Wang to look around; several well-dressed older men were eyeing them. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Unless something unexpected happened, tonight, Panda would have its stock issuers settled.