Chapter 850: Chapter 829: A Stern Reminder 7:30 PM, Shitamaku District, Tokyo. “That old rascal, he’s really swelled up.” The Ota residence, Lu Liang had been here once before, back when he attended a family dinner hosted by Ota Ling. It was slightly unexpected that Ota Ling would set Anshan’s recovery dinner at his own home. “Sir, is it not respectful for Mr. Ota to host the dinner at his home?” Sakurada Miyuki showed a look of doubt, her head habitually tilting to the left, which was her usual thinking posture. The necklace made up of 108 broken diamonds and one blue diamond made her white neck appear more elegant. Although she still seemed like a little girl, at times with a naive expression, she couldn’t be easily underestimated. Respecting someone’s attire before the person is ever a neutral term, especially when unsure about the other party’s background. “Hosting a private gathering at home is of course a sign of respect for the guests, but tonight is not a private gathering.” Lu Liang smiled and gently adjusted Sakurada Miyuki’s head upright, whispering, “It’s fine in front of me, but in front of others, sometimes staying still is better.” Sakurada Miyuki giggled, then suddenly put on a stern face, showing a serious expression. Lu Liang fell silent, saying no more. The dinner started at eight, and Lu Liang’s timing was perfect. The host hadn’t arrived, but the guests had mostly come. “Sir, welcome back to our humble abode.” Ota Ling greeted warmly, accompanied by his family at the entrance. “Renjun, long time no see, how’s work going?” Lu Liang smiled politely, looking at Ota Renjun standing by. Previously, he always followed Wen Chao, including trips to the United States, and recently returned to Xiangjiang. However, as Tongtian is about to IPO, the East Asian market is divided into three stages; it seems he was sent to Tokyo early for preparation work. “Thanks to Mr. Lu, all is going well.” Ota Renjun glanced at Sakurada Miyuki, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “Mr. Ota, hello.” Sakurada Miyuki said with a smile, holding Lu Liang’s arm and greeting the Ota father and son. “Miss Sakurada, hello to you as well.” Ota Ling chuckled, showing a benevolent smile, as kind as a Maitreya Buddha. The father and son were shrewd individuals, and although Lu Liang originally didn’t plan to attend the dinner, he decided to come on impulse, bringing Sakurada Miyuki along. Considering the concealed background of Sakurada Miyuki at Xingheng Investment, it was no surprise that Lu Liang aimed to pave the way for her. In the future, it might not be Lu Liang interacting with them, but Sakurada Miyuki instead, so leaving a good impression was crucial. After all, his image in Sakurada Miyuki’s mind was probably not particularly favorable. The two were invited inside, heading to the reception hall, and Lu Liang smiled intriguingly, “Mr. Anshan isn’t here yet, right.” Ota Ling nodded, a bit embarrassed: “He said he still has some matters to deal with and might come later.” “He is, after all, the prime minister of a country, at the very least he shouldn’t host a dinner at home, you might have overstepped.” Lu Liang said calmly. “Sir, your reprimand is justified.” Ota Ling said with a bitter smile, then quickly added, “Luckily, you arrived.” If Lu Liang hadn’t come, before Anshan arrived, the person in the most awkward position would be him. He wanted to make an impression, but Anshan set him up, causing his plans to crumble. After all, if the stage is set and the protagonist doesn’t show up, the one organizing the venue ends up being the joker. Fortunately, by chance, Lu Liang came to save the day; although he wasn’t the protagonist, he could substitute for one. And with Lu Liang present, Anshan would certainly come, it was just a matter of time, preventing the worst situation. “What if I hadn’t come? Respect for Anshan must be given.” Lu Liang’s eyes turned cold, speaking softly, “I don’t want this kind of thing to happen again.” “Understood, understood.” Ota Ling’s heart chilled and he quickly assured and promised that there wouldn’t be a next time. They passed through the bamboo-lined path of the courtyard, arriving at a wooden main building. Lu Liang had been here before and knew this was the main reception hall of the Ota residence. The reflections indicated there were already twenty-some people inside. Both men and women were present, although men outnumbered women, and the women seemed to be companions. “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Lu and Miss Sakurada have arrived.” Ota Ling smiled broadly, pushed open the door, introduced Lu Liang, and didn’t forget to introduce Sakurada Miyuki. After all, Lu Liang was likely here to help pave the way for Sakurada Miyuki. Lu Liang’s thoughts became Ota Ling’s actions, as he was eager to redeem his image in Lu Liang’s eyes. As these words were spoken, everyone turned their gaze toward them, and the lively reception hall suddenly became silent. Lu Liang’s name carried significant weight, although they were pillars of Neon, the backbone of the nation. However, everyone present was caught off guard by Lu Liang’s shorting of Neon, causing a sharp drop in wealth and market value. Although some reacted quickly and joined the ranks of shorting Neon, most of their wealth was in yen. The yen plummeted by 25%, and even if the market value returned to its previous level, the fact that its gold content evaporated by 25% was indisputable. “Konnichiwa.” Lu Liang, smiling, used the Japanese he just learned on the road to greet everyone. His unrefined Japanese sounded like a Japanese-to-Chinese translation, and Sun Zhengyi chuckled, “Mr. Lu, long time no see.” “It’s been about two years since we last parted, I believe,” Lu Liang nodded with a smile, walking over with Sakurada Miyuki to converse. Among these people, he only knew Sun Zhengyi and Mitsui Yongli, who looked a lot like Mitsui Takahiro. “They say, ‘when parted for three days, treat with new eyes,’ and that saying is indeed true.” Sun Zhengyi mused. He had not misjudged. From the first meeting, he felt that Lu Liang was no ordinary person. It was just unfortunate they met too late, and he missed the first opportunity, leaving him disinclined to reprise others’ ideas. “Mr. Sun, you’re too kind. Without your help back then, DiDi wouldn’t have successfully gone public.” With a smile, Lu Liang began recounting to Sakurada Miyuki the details of DiDi’s pivotal battle back then. If not for the support of Softbank, he and Cheng Wei wouldn’t have been able to contend with Liu Qing. “Mr. Lu, you’re too modest. Softbank just made the right choice, and ultimately, it proved to be the right choice.” Sun Zhengyi smiled, seeing that Lu Liang intended to shift the conversation towards this young lady, so he curiously asked, “Who is this young lady?” “She’s called Sakurada Miyuki, a section chief in our Xingheng Investment’s acquisition group.” Lu Liang casually promoted Sakurada Miyuki from a regular staff member to the position of section chief. A staff member is just an ordinary employee. Trying to promote too aggressively and helping her meet a lot of people are of no use. But a section chief is at least a small group leader, with the next position being manager, then president, and finally, chairman. “Miss Sakurada, you are young and promising. I hope to have the opportunity to collaborate with you in the future,” Sun Zhengyi said with a smile. “Chairman Sun, it’s a pleasure to meet you. When I was in school, our teachers often analyzed your case studies. I hope to learn from you in the future.” Sakurada Miyuki smiled slightly, mentioning classic cases like Softbank Group’s investment in Ali and Yahoo. As the saying goes, “hit where it hurts,” these projects happened to be Mr. Sun’s proudest investments. This kept his smile unchanged. At this moment, Sakurada Miyuki seemed like a different person when interacting with Lu Liang. Lu Liang was momentarily stunned, also showing a look of satisfaction. Seeing Lu Liang with a companion, Ota Ling felt at ease. He walked to the front and maintained his smile: “Tonight is Mr. Anshan’s recovery banquet, held to celebrate his return to work. However, he has just recovered from a serious illness and has a lot of national affairs piled up, so he might be late. I apologize on his behalf.” As soon as these words fell, everyone present showed intriguing expressions. But looking at Lu Liang conversing with Sun Zhengyi, they felt helpless. Ota Ling, that old fellow, really is lucky. Almost toyed with like a clown by Anshan, fortunately, Lu Liang came to the rescue. People experiencing the same fate end up differently. This made them wonder, if they had reached out to Lu Liang first back then, would things have been different now? Thinking of this, each couldn’t help but suppress their restless hearts. Because boarding the ship now isn’t too late either. Lu Liang’s foray into the Neon payment market is, as people say, “as obvious as the nose on one’s face.” He wants to popularize online financial services in the East Asian market and sound the counterattack against the United States. Although the local forces in Neon set obstacles, Lu Liang basically cleared them through the battle of shorting Neon. But besides local forces, Neon also has external forces, such as the pervasive American capital. Like leeches, they have been attached to Neon since 1985, waiting for the right time to collaborate with Wall Street capital for periodic harvesting. Maybe they can gradually rid themselves of American capital control through Lu Liang; provoking a confrontation between Lu Liang and American capital could be a good thing. Many shared this thought, which led to more and more people surrounding Lu Liang. For a moment, this banquet for Anshan turned out to make Lu Liang the main focus. “Thank goodness for you, sir.” Seeing this scene, Ota Ling heaved a sigh of relief and for the umpteenth time expressed gratitude. If it weren’t for Lu Liang, tonight’s banquet would have been a complete disaster. Ota Renjun, who had been silent, softly said, “Father, I hope you won’t have too many personal thoughts in the future. Sir doesn’t wish for subordinates to have too many personal ideas.” Ota Ling turned his stiff neck to look at his eldest son, as if knowing him for the first time. Chapters fırst released on 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Father and son exchanged glances in silence for a long time. Ota Renjun remained expressionless, while Ota Ling smiled wryly, “I understand.” It seems he has done something wrong. However, amidst the heartache, there was a sense of relief. An eligible family head should be .