After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 328 - 327: The Inescapable Plaster

"The Grand Princess just left like that?"

Little Wang couldn’t let go and couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Ivan’s alluring figure.

He had seen plenty of socialites in the domestic scene, but this was the first time he’d encountered one with such class.

Having a good figure was one thing, being beautiful was another, but she was also knowledgeable, and not just knowledgeable, she also came from such a distinguished family. Among the 3.5 billion women globally, it was probably impossible to find one with better conditions than her.

Lu Liang couldn’t help but chuckle, "Who said there aren’t any? What about the one next door? She’s almost driven the Crown Prince to death."

Little Wang couldn’t help but laugh, knowing who Lu Liang was referring to, "How can that be the same? When she was young, she wasn’t as beautiful as Ivan."

Lu Liang gave him a look, "Mother of three, still a Grand Princess, do you think you’d still have any thoughts about that?"

Little Wang thought carefully, then smirked indecently, "I’d definitely have thoughts, but I wouldn’t dare to act on them."

"The ones nearby are more your speed."

Lu Liang gave an exasperated look and glanced towards the dining room where they had already caught the attention of many who were watching and quietly observing.

Ivan is a world-famous model, a super-rich and beautiful American sweetheart, now also a Grand Princess.

There were few who didn’t know her, and with Lu Liang receiving such treatment from her, others were curious about their identities.

"Hold it in! Don’t mess around."

Little Wang took a deep breath, banishing stray thoughts, cautioning both Lu Liang and himself, mentally repeating, "The listing is what matters, the listing is what matters, the listing is what matters..."

"Let’s go, we’ll come down later."

The two of them returned to their rooms upstairs.

Lu Liang lay on the bed, contacting Zhuo Yifan, "I’ll be there around the 15th, so prepare a little bit."

Having stayed over there for about a month, he should be quite familiar with the surroundings and could help set up the venue in advance.

New York is not close to the United Kingdom in Europe, requiring a cross-Atlantic trip, with a time difference of five hours between the two places.

"Lu Liang is here, and tonight is his welcome party, held on the 68th floor of Trump Tower."

The news spread like wildfire from Wall Street, engulfing all of New York, until by evening, a group of media journalists had already gathered early at the tower’s entrance.

"Wilson from JPMorgan is here."

"Cruick from Merit is also here."

"Look over there, is that Taylor?"

"Oh my god, is that Soros?"

"How come Leonardo is here too?"

Starting from 6:30 pm, the flashes from the reporters’ cameras at the entrance of the tower never ceased, with nearly all notable Wall Street institution heads making an appearance alongside many film and sports stars.

"Shocking! It’s hard to imagine this is Lu Liang’s first day in New York..."

As a member of the overseas Chinese community known for keeping up with the times, how could they miss out on such a big event?

Chinese people at the venue used this as their title to live-broadcast the event on Weibo and tieba with the most primitive photos and text.

"How come the boss is here too?"

"Holy crap, Ivan and her husband are here too?"

"I’m not well-read, don’t fool me, is this Liangzi’s welcome party? Isn’t this some grand banquet?"

"It seems it really is because someone took photos in the afternoon of Liangzi and Little Wang checking into this hotel. It’s said to be for assisting Panda with the Nasdaq listing audit."

"Lu Xiaozhi, that’s enough, there probably is this banquet tonight, but it’s not for Lu Liang, stop embellishing his reputation."

"Then tell me, what event tonight could attract so many celebrities and dignitaries?"

"If I were qualified to know, would I be here shooting the breeze with you?"

"Look, the businessman has arrived."

"..."

"Holy shit, is that Old Jia? He’s been playing dead for so long? Turns out he’s still alive?"

The banquet hadn’t even started, yet the related news was already wildly spreading across the Chinese internet.

There was a lot of discussion, and no one had yet come forward to verify if it was indeed a welcome party for Lu Liang.

"It’s true."

Old Ma in Hang City sighed. He had received the news, and he was envious to the point of turning red.

Tonight was certainly Lu Liang’s welcome party, but most people probably weren’t there for him.

It might have started as a small gathering of a dozen people, but as the word leaked, many came of their own accord.

For instance, companies looking to go public need to get acquainted with market institutions, so they would use this as an opportunity to come and attend the banquet.

Similarly, celebrities wanting to elevate their status and become part of the upper echelons often show up as well.

As the elderly often say, weddings and funerals are great opportunities for social networking, it doesn’t matter who’s marrying or who’s dying.

What’s important is that there’s an event that brings everyone together, giving them the chance to chat and talk business.

At the same time, Lu Liang and Little Wang, both donning bespoke suits, were ready to head downstairs to the banquet.

Little Wang stood by the window, glanced down at the street below, and regretted with a grimace, "I regret it so much, I shouldn’t have stayed at this hotel."

Because they lived upstairs, they missed out on the opportunity to walk the red carpet and bask in the flash of the cameras.

Showing off is trivial, but missing the chance to be seen is a big deal.

This is why companies wanting to list in the United States like to claim the title of being the first in their industry.

Because across the Pacific, few local retail investors would care about who’s second or third in the industry.

If Panda were to go public branded as the leading live broadcasting stock, investors might mistake them for East Country’s YouTube and, by comparison, assume Panda’s market cap at 80 billion US Dollars as YouTube’s, perceiving Panda’s potential for growth as boundless.

And the name they go by is Panda; black and white, Asian, and vegetarian, arguably the most politically correct creature on the planet.

"Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to show your face later."

Lu Liang’s smile curled at the edges, with tonight’s heat, how could he let Little Wang miss his chance to divert attention?

"Damn it, whenever you smile, I know it’s not going to be good," Little Wang grimaced, looking threatening.

"Can you take it or not?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Doesn’t seem like it."

The two took the elevator from the 62nd floor to the semi-outdoor banquet hall on the top floor, where merchants had held many banquets before.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, the two immediately became the center of attention, and the sound of conversation in the room faded significantly.

Even though the guests had various reasons for attending, there was no denying that this was a banquet organized in Lu Liang’s name.

Little Wang, impeccably dressed in his suit, stood tall and confident, with a slight smile hoping not to show any weakness.

After all, even Old Wang had never received such an honor; in foreign land, he was one of the main characters.

Lu Liang, smiling, greeted Cruick and others from a distance, and then, far away, he spotted dazzling blonde hair—a family in conversation.

The entrepreneur suddenly noticed the situation at the elevator entrance and saw Lu Liang as well. Raising his glass with a wicked smile, his lips seemed to spell out, "Welcome."

Lu Liang smiled faintly, nodded in response, picked up a glass of white wine from the table, raised it in salute, and prepared to walk over.

After all, being a businessman, one of the most powerful men in the world, it was only proper, both emotionally and logically, for Lu Liang to take the initiative to greet him.

Before Lu Liang could make his way there, however, a familiar old acquaintance emerged and stood in front of him and Little Wang.

Old Jia beamed, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Wang, meeting an old friend in a foreign land is one of life’s greatest joys."

"Mr. Jia, long time no see, how have you been?" Lu Liang responded without fully processing the situation, misspeaking.

"Mr. Jia?" Little Wang’s jaw dropped in shock, his expression mirroring Lu Liang’s as if they’d just seen a ghost.

As if to say, of all people, we run into him?

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lu Liang regretted it. Since Old Jia arrived in the United States, he’d abandoned all pretense and was climbing the ladder of success, "The development of FF has been less than smooth lately, so I came to New York in search of investors."

He then turned to Little Wang, eyes filled with envy, "Not like you, Mr. Wang, with Mr. Lu’s backing, you’re almost going public in the blink of an eye."

Old Jia glanced at the crowd, a cunning glint passing through the corner of his eye.

Today’s guests include famous politicians from the United States and capital magnates from Wall Street.

If they noticed him conversing with Lu Liang, appearing to have a good relationship, that would be enough.

Once Lu Liang left, he could use his familiarity with Lu Liang to lure investors—if he could bamboozle even one out of ten, he’d consider it a win.

"Mr. Jia, what are you saying? LeEco also invested in Panda, but then you suddenly backed out," Little Wang countered sternly, not as polite as Lu Liang. The agreement had seemed so certain, contracts were signed.

But after waiting and waiting, the funds never transferred, forcing him to cover the shortfall with his own money.

"Mr. Wang, I truly apologize; you know what happened afterward," Old Jia said, full of supposed regret. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Lu Liang, frowning, looked around at everyone present, then back at Old Jia, sensing something off, "Mr. Jia, let’s leave it at that for now, shall we? We’ll have to catch up another time, I still need to greet a few friends over there."

"Of course, of course. Go ahead with your business."

Old Jia was all smiles, inconspicuously patting Little Wang on the shoulder, implying a close concern.

Little Wang’s eyes flashed with disdain, but he said nothing, after all, he had to maintain appearances in public.