Chapter 63: Stretch It Out—The Longer, the Better “What’s the rush, Lu?” Meng Changkun greeted Lu Liang with a smile, leisurely brewing Gongfu tea. A lit cigar rested on the ashtray as he casually fanned the fragrant smoke. The moment he heard Lu Liang’s explanation, however, he nearly spit out his tea. Muttering, “Damn, that’s hot,” he composed himself and processed the shocking revelation. In just over a month, Lu Liang had profited more than 100 million yuan while potentially causing others to lose over a billion. “Lu, you’re incredible. When you strike, you make it count,” Meng marveled, clicking his tongue in amazement. Noting Lu Liang’s concerns, Meng’s tone grew serious. “This is a society ruled by law. Business is business. Use your head, not your fists.” Even for the wealthiest individuals, revenge in the form of physical harm or threats was exceedingly rare. The rules of the stock market dictated that even losses in the billions were a matter of “willing bets, willing losses.” Crossing the line into violence was unthinkable. “Besides,” Meng continued, “if losing money meant retaliating violently, society would collapse. Even if Li Jianlin and Wu Junle lose every penny of their 2.8 billion yuan, they’ll live—just with debts to pay off for the rest of their lives.” Still, Meng warned, “That said, you should remain cautious. They’ve taken a massive hit, and they’ll definitely try to strike back in the future. Not with violence, but through other means—spreading rumors, reporting your company for violations, or accusing you of market manipulation.” Meng paused, then added, “And don’t worry about upsetting them by saying no. Capitalists are opportunistic. If you can make them money, they’ll tolerate almost anything, even a slap in the face.” Lu Liang nodded thoughtfully, asking Meng a few more questions before bidding him farewell and returning to his office. At 6 p.m., most employees had left for the day, leaving only Chen idly doodling at her desk. “Mr. Lu, you’re back!” she greeted, her role as assistant requiring her to stay until he was done for the day. “Who called earlier?” Lu Liang asked, ready to return the calls. Even if he wasn’t ready to collaborate now, maintaining good relations for the future was important. Chen listed several names and companies, mostly smaller asset management firms. As Meng had predicted, these callers were testing the waters, hoping to catch a rising star. The real power players were still observing from the sidelines, waiting for more evidence of Lu Liang’s capability. “Oh, and one more thing,” Chen added. “A manager from Zhongxin Fuying, Mr. Li, called three times asking for a callback.” “Li Jianlin?” Lu Liang’s eyebrows shot up. Back in his office, Lu Liang debated for a while before dialing Li Jianlin. “Mr. Lu, good evening,” Li answered smoothly. “Your strategy was impressive. On June 21, you must have been rebuilding your position, correct?” The calm tone belied the grudging admiration in his voice. Lu Liang chuckled lightly. “Mr. Li, you flatter me. When I picked TeLi A, I noticed its unusual price movements and decided to keep an eye on it. I didn’t expect such an opportunity.” The two spoke like old friends, exchanging notes on trading strategies. Gradually, Li brought the conversation to its main point. “You’ve put us in a difficult spot, Mr. Lu,” Li said, sighing heavily. Lu Liang’s smile faded. “So, are you here to demand an explanation?” “No, no, no!” Li hastily assured him. “We acknowledge our mistake and accept the outcome. But we’ve tied up significant capital and could use your help.” “Oh? What kind of help?” Lu Liang asked, feigning curiosity. “Our research suggests you still hold over 20,000 lots,” Li ventured cautiously. “Is that so?” Lu Liang replied, neither confirming nor denying the number.