Chapter 93: A Change in Plans Once Again “Brother Lu, why are you buying a house near University Town?” Zhou Xiaowen asked. “To be close to prestigious schools and soak up some culture,” Lu Liang replied. “Or maybe you’re eyeing one of the university girls?” she teased. “You know too much, Xiaowen,” Lu Liang said with a chuckle. Xiaowen burst into laughter, assuming he was joking. In the real estate industry, experienced agents often treated newcomers roughly, but Lu Liang had always been respectful toward her. They bantered as they drove to Quyang Road near the Tongji University campus, circling the area once. The surroundings were filled with residential complexes and mid-to-high-end apartments, with well-established living facilities. “Brother Lu, any complexes catching your eye?” Xiaowen asked, glancing at her phone to check average prices in the nearby neighborhoods. Lu Liang turned the car toward the entrance of a gated community. “Can you check if there are any listings here?” At that moment, Xiaowen finally understood the feeling she’d had earlier in the afternoon. Lu Liang wasn’t much different from other wealthy bosses, but her past familiarity with him made it feel strange—a mix of the familiar and the unfamiliar. It was just after 7 PM when Lu Liang dropped Xiaowen off at the real estate office. She seemed to have something to say but ultimately stayed silent. Lu Liang smiled, waved her off, and drove away. For now, only Old Liu could know he was wealthy and still treat him the same—too bad Old Liu was married. Xiaowen watched his car leave with a smile, though a hint of loss flickered in her eyes. She didn’t exactly like him, but she did feel some affection. Still, she knew it was impossible now. Afterward, she called the listing agent. “Manager Wu, would lowering my commission help close the deal?” Xiaowen didn’t know when she’d see Lu Liang again, or if she ever would. But she wanted to help him, if only to put a proper end to the past kindness he’d shown her. Before 8 PM, Lu Liang received a call from the agent: the seller had agreed to the 10 million yuan price. The next morning, the four parties—Lu Liang, Xiaowen, the listing agent, and the property owner—met at the property registry office. The deal closed at 10 million yuan. Lu Liang paid in full, securing the 135-square-meter, three-bedroom unit in Shuxiang Jinxiu. His personal assets now included two cars and one home. After completing the transfer, Lu Liang returned to his office. He decided to leave the house vacant for the time being, knowing it gave him an excuse to persuade Su Wanyu to move in and “help look after it.” Around 3 PM, Lu Liang was discussing office space and staffing for the private equity fund with Meng Changkun. The location was finalized at the New International Building, which had a total area of 3,800 square meters. Lu Liang planned to renovate 1,000 square meters for the fund’s office and trading floor. As for staff, he proposed hiring four novices and two experienced traders to start, using a mentorship model, with plans to expand as needed. While they were talking, Lu Liang received an unexpected call from Hu Weiwei of Mobike. She mentioned being in Shanghai for work and asked if he had time to meet. “President Hu, I’ve still got a few things to take care of. Why don’t you come by my office instead?” Lu Liang replied with a slight smile, idly spinning his lighter. He suspected this wasn’t a casual visit. Hu Weiwei’s decision to come to him likely meant she had something important to discuss. Inviting her to his office shifted the dynamic—what could have been a casual conversation turned into a formal visit. “Of course. What time works for you?” Hu Weiwei asked politely. The last time Lu Liang visited Hangzhou, his reputation was modest. Now, with two successful trades under his belt and plans for a private equity fund, he had become someone she had to look up to—a visit was only appropriate. “Let’s make it five o’clock.” After ending the call, Meng excused himself. “I’ll leave you to it.” Lu Liang nodded. “See you later.” Lu Liang spent the next hour casually playing games on his computer. Even when Hu Weiwei arrived early at 4:30 PM, he instructed Xiao Chen to let her wait, deliberately testing her patience. At 5:05 PM, he finally put down his phone and said, “Xiao Chen, invite President Hu in.” Hu Weiwei entered directly and got straight to the point. “Mr. Lu, Mobike plans to launch its Series A funding round this Friday.” “What’s the valuation? And how many institutions are interested in participating?” Lu Liang asked with a calm smile. Lu Liang was momentarily distracted. Once again, events had diverged from his initial expectations. Originally, his data had predicted that Mobike’s Series A funding round would take place on September 28, with a valuation of $18 million USD. Yet here they were, a full month ahead of schedule—on Friday, August 19—and the valuation had dropped to $10 million USD. “Our valuation is $10 million, with venture capital firms like Sequoia, Morninglight, and Jingfeng expressing interest in participating,” Hu Weiwei explained. “Why choose this timing for the funding?” Lu Liang asked, frowning. A valuation $8 million lower than expected seemed alarming. After a moment of hesitation, Hu Weiwei decided to be upfront. Mobike shouldn’t have been seeking funding at this valuation, but they were left with no choice due to ofo’s aggressive moves. Dai Wei had copied nearly all of Mobike’s operational strategies. To attract new users, ofo had launched extreme promotions, such as three days of unlimited free rides for new sign-ups and five days for just five yuan. Mobike’s production costs were double those of ofo, making their bikes far more expensive. The higher costs also slowed their deployment rate, putting Mobike at a significant disadvantage. Their leading position in the market was in jeopardy, forcing them to accelerate their Series A funding. Lu Liang understood and felt a slight sense of relief. His agreement with Dai Wei to engage in a “bet-on” deal seemed to have triggered ofo’s reckless expansion. This, in turn, had pressured Mobike into launching its Series A early. This wasn’t the first time Lu Liang had altered an outcome. What mattered was that the change remained tied to him; the worst-case scenario was a change unrelated to him that spiraled beyond his control. Lu Liang asked, “President Hu, if Tianxing Capital joins, how much equity can you offer us?” “Three percent. We’re offering 10% equity in total during this round,” Hu Weiwei replied. She wanted Lu Liang to hold more shares. His backing would not only bolster Mobike but also give her greater leverage within the company. However, she had to consider Li Bing’s position. After all, it was Li Bing who had brought the three venture capital firms into the fold, and they couldn’t be left with nothing. “Three percent is a bit low,” Lu Liang said, furrowing his brow. He already held a 20% stake in ofo. To effectively hedge his risks, he needed at least 10% of Mobike’s shares. That way, no matter which company emerged as the ultimate winner, he would still profit.