At three in the afternoon Tokyo Time, the Nikkei 225 Index surged past the 17,000 and 18,000 points mark. With a single-day increase of 11.2%, the index rose by 1848 points, and over four thousand stocks across the three main boards staged a spectacular rally. Lu Liang has already become the ‘Lord Lu Liang’ in the hearts of Neon investors, leading to the creation of fan clubs. The newly revived Twitter account received countless unpleasant private messages. Even though Lu Liang has seen much in his life, he still felt like gouging his eyes out when he saw certain content. Girls being girls is one thing, playing a bit bizarre is tolerable, but what’s the meaning of guys being guys with guys? Ten minutes after the market closed, Lu Liang received another call from Ota Ling saying that Anshan wanted to have a chat with him. Ota Ling speculated, “Sir, An San probably wants to know how you plan to treat the Neon market in the future to facilitate his ‘recovery from serious illness’ and return to power.” Jian Yiwei has already become a political scapegoat, and he knows it, so he is indifferent. This acting prime minister is destined not to last long; An San’s comeback is only a matter of time. But An San’s comeback requires cooperation from someone. So that the public understands that there is a fundamental difference between his being in office and not, it’s not the same with or without him. "So he reached out to me?” Lu Liang smiled. Ota Ling pondered and diplomatically said, “Sir, Anshan was once a staunch supporter of East Country. At the time, he believed that Neon could only rely on East Country to change its fate of being periodically exploited by the United States.” "However, East Country was too weak externally, always unwilling to respond positively to Neon, and with the United States sowing discord, he eventually became anti-East Country.” Ota Ling has high regard for An San, who was once a gifted leader but suffered from bad luck. Latest content publıshed on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 Furthermore, for Alipay to successfully promote in Neon, with government non-interference, its success rate is about 70%; if the government is willing to lend a hand, the success rate will be close to 100%. Lu Liang smiled calmly, “I know An San is an outstanding politician; politicians are not divided by stance but are driven by interests.” He understood that Ota Ling’s many words aimed to suggest they lend a hand to An San and help him make a comeback. Lu Liang pondered for a moment and then smiled, saying, “How about this, you and he have the chat. Tell him, Tianxing Finance’s investment of 65 billion dollars in Japanese stocks will not be reduced in the next three years barring any force majeure, and there’ll be subsequent investments of 50 billion dollars in building Neon’s financial market.” "As for how to explain this to the public and convince them, that’s up to you; with this news, An San should be able to ‘recover from his illness’.” Lu Liang knows politicians are not divided by stance, but some people at home don’t understand this; in their eyes, the world is not gray, but only black and white. As a notable entrepreneur from East Country, he shouldn’t get too involved with An San; it’s better to have Ota Ling handle it. "Understood.” Ota Ling nodded in response, and Lu Liang added, “Since we’ve expressed our stance, I hope he makes some gesture as well; don’t let it be like sending a bun to a dog where nothing returns.” The essence of this matter is resource exchange, similar to political contributions in the United States; if investments don’t yield returns, why would so many capitalists be willing to spend money and effort to assist candidates in becoming presidents? Take the example of a black horse; in the election year, he received 720 million dollars in political contributions, used for campaign ads, venue rentals, staff salaries, and other campaign activities. Although 66.45% came from small donations, without wealthy donors leading the way, the public wouldn’t follow suit and . The Wall Street Consortium that invested in him also received substantial rewards, and coincidentally, during those years, the world was still overshadowed by the financial crisis, prompting the black horse to introduce a series of crucial economic stimulus plans, including extensive public spending and tax cuts. The recipients of public spending were major consortia like Morgan, whose market value tripled in those years, soaring from over 200 billion to over 600 billion dollars. The beneficiaries of the tax cuts were still those major consortia providing political contributions, allowing them to annually reduce tens of billions or even hundreds of billions in tax expenditures. "Alright, sir, please await good news.” After ending the call with Ota Ling, Lu Liang called Yang Qisheng, asking him to prepare a group of young and aspiring girls for tonight’s grand party. Lastly, Lu Liang returned to the trading room, looking at the traders compiling statistics, summoned Sun Yutao, and inquired about the proceeds from short-selling the Nikkei Index. Sun Yutao handed over a settlement report, his eyes beaming with excitement, “Mr. Lu, we initially invested two rounds in shorting the Nikkei Index, totaling 47.5 billion dollars, and completed closing positions right before announcing the carding; the returns amounted to 12.242 billion dollars.” Two markets, two battles, two victories; combined, the total returns approached 32 billion dollars, equal to the total annual income of hundreds of millions of people in some small countries. However, due to an investment of 65.2 billion dollars in the Neon Stock Market, the previous 281.2 billion dollars decreased rather than increased, leaving only 248.142 billion dollars in available cash flow. Lu Liang nodded slightly, signed and authorized on the settlement report, then said, “Leave a team to work the night shift; let the rest take some time off, especially tonight, everyone should relax.” Sun Yutao nodded, quickly assembled a team to handle night duties, and offered them double bonuses. At this point, Lu Liang took a dive, swiftly running to the high platform, his voice resonating, nearly roaring, “Dear colleagues, thank you for your efforts; this project has concluded perfectly.” Everyone, tidying up and completing work handover, then go home and rest, tonight at eight, I’ve arranged a celebration banquet at the top floor of the Victoria Harbour Building for you.” The moment he finished speaking, the trading room erupted with wolf-like cheers, almost flipping the ceiling, reminiscent of a scene where grade school teachers announce the start of summer holidays. Since considering the preparatory work beforehand, most of them haven’t been home for over a month, eating and sleeping at the company every day, dealing with numbers. Each transaction involving millions, even tens of millions of US Dollars, keeps everyone on edge, fearing to input an extra or missing number. The high-pressure environment keeps them from relaxing, with some even needing to rely on self-pleasure to fall asleep each day. Now the project has finally concluded successfully, and they are about to reap the rewards of their efforts. At night, in the underground parking lot of the Victoria Harbour Building. Five luxury buses full of beauties drove in, the girls inside dressed like they were in a beauty pageant, all with bare backs and waists, attending the event in high heels. The twelve high-speed German elevators of the building can’t even take all at once to the top floor, necessitating three batches of transport. Lu Liang, with his legs crossed, sits on the balcony of the top floor enjoying the night view of Victoria Harbor. In late November, Xiangjiang’s evening climate is still pleasant, slightly cool but not cold. He sees Yang Qisheng in the lead, waving at him and handing him a bottle of chilled beer, smiling as he says, “It was quite a rush to prepare so many people, thanks for your hard work.” Lu Liang looks below, where everyone is lined up, over two hundred diligent and attractive young women standing there. They are observing Lu Liang and Yang Qisheng, some shyly lowering their heads, others boldly throwing flirtatious glances, including all styles from lolitas to mature women, and elegant ladies. "A hundred thousand Hong Kong Dollars for one night’s appearance fee, plus the chance to meet traders earning at least a million annually, where else can you find such an opportunity?” Yang Qisheng chuckles, taking a sip of beer, and says, “It’s not exactly a hardship, just a bit of grand scale.” He looks towards the building’s ground floor, constrained by limited night vision, but can barely see the gray business buses parked below. No surprise, they are all filled with paparazzi journalists. Yang Qisheng can already imagine how the Hong Kong media will describe their celebration tonight. The more reputable ones might hold back a bit, but the tabloids will definitely go for what’s most sensational and eye-catching. "Let them talk, it doesn’t matter. Let them know that finance is the most promising industry,” Lu Liang says with a calm smile. If it were in the mainland, he might be more cautious, but Xiangjiang has been synonymous with decadence, nightlife, and indulgence since last century. Doing this is merely going along with local customs. As eight o’clock approaches, the top floor of Victoria Harbour Building gathers nearly five hundred men and women. Yang Qisheng prepared people in a one-to-one male to female ratio, even with a few extra women. He can only ensure there are enough people, but whether they can successfully pair off depends on their own abilities. "Hello, can you hear me?” Seeing everyone is present, Lu Liang, dressed casually and holding a microphone, steps into the spotlight with a smile. "To ensure everyone has fun and enjoys themselves tonight, I’ve prepared some games and small gifts.” He waves his hand, and the staff at the banquet moves to the center of the dance floor, uncovering a table piled like a hill with thousand-dollar bills. Lu Liang smiles and says, “Honestly, I initially wanted to prepare some more thoughtful gifts, but then I thought, what gift is more moving than cash?” "There’s not much money here, only thirty-eight million and eight hundred eighty-eight thousand Hong Kong Dollars, all of which will be distributed tonight without retaining any.” "Those familiar with me know I always advocate for the winner takes all, so there are no guaranteed prizes tonight.” "If anyone is capable, they could even walk away with the majority, or all of it.” "Let me add, gifts are gifts, and project bonuses are project bonuses, they won’t be mixed up.” "Your fifty-million project bonus will be credited to each of your accounts tomorrow.” "Now I’ll announce the conditions for participating in the games.” "At least two people are required to participate, male-female or male-male pairings are fine, as long as one is an employee of Tianxing.” "You have half an hour to pair up on your own.” The moment the cash worth tens of millions was revealed, the eyes of the ladies present sparkled. Upon hearing they could participate, potentially winning the grand prize themselves, especially upon hearing that over two hundred people would share a fifty-million project bonus, they all eagerly sought male partners for the night. In an instant, it turned from men pursuing women to women pursuing men. Some handsome guys were surrounded by over a dozen ladies, even those who were plain looking or short and chubby were approached by beautiful girls. Yang Qisheng couldn’t help but exclaim, “Mr. Lu, you’ve definitely gone the extra mile for them.” "They’re all our own employees; if I don’t help them, who will?” Lu Liang says with a smile. He’s helped them to this extent, and if someone is still alone tonight, they can only blame themselves for being unskilled.