After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future

Chapter 216: No Great Generals in Shu, Lu Liang Leads the Vanguard

During that time, Wang Chuting was constantly keeping an eye on the glass wall, fearful that it might suddenly become clear again. Her heart pounded with trepidation until she finally let out a sigh of relief at the end of her shower.

She had stayed in the bathroom for quite a long time, probably about half an hour. Had it not been for the occasional sound of the hair dryer, Lu Liang might have considered checking on her.

Twenty minutes earlier, he had finished his grooming in another room and waited, and waited some more, until the buzz from the wine hit him, and his amorous mood nearly completely waned.

Not until the bathroom's sliding door opened, and a pair of sexy, enticing legs stepped out, the height alone definitely exceeding 175 cm.

The bathrobe was nearly worn by Wang Chuting as a short, connected dress, with her knees teasingly visible now and then. Her fluffy hair cascaded over her face, and with light makeup reapplied, her already delicate features appeared more sculpted.

Lu Liang's eyes lit up at the sight, suddenly feeling that the wait was worth it. He patted the spot beside him gently.

Wang Chuting gracefully made her way over and sat next to Lu Liang, her long, restless legs instinctively pressing close and shifting to the side.

Lu Liang reached out and circled her slim waist, his fingertips gliding over the flat stomach. Wang Chuting let out a soft moan, her complexion becoming increasingly coquettish.

Although she was a mixed-race beauty, she did not have the coarse pores typical of Westerners, and her skin was soft and delicate, without any hint of body odor.

Lu Liang's smile grew as his hand slowly moved lower, surprise flickering in his eyes. It was fine and soft, scarcely there, reminding him irresistibly of Little Yang.

He had heard that she had settled down in Tianfu and, as she had wished, opened a boutique coffee shop. Lu Liang had seen her Weibo, which seemed to be located at the starting point of the 318 route into Tibet.

Rumor had it that the café was doing well, already becoming a beautiful new sight along the 318 route.

Wang Chuting had an orchid's elegance and a delicate heart. She was observant and perceptive. Though inexperienced, at this moment, for Lu Liang's mind to wander suggested he was probably thinking of another girl.

She felt both shy and angry, and filled with indignation, suddenly straddling his lap, sitting atop and glaring down at him, biting down hard on her lip.

Lu Liang, surprised, let his palm rest on her thigh, finally seizing the plump clove of garlic and demonstrating his skill to lead and teach the uninitiated.

Young men liked mature women because they were unskilled; older men favored young girls to pass on their skills in a legacy of knowledge.

At this moment, that's exactly what Lu Liang was doing with Wang Chuting.

Wang Chuting, panting lightly, suddenly realized that they were entering the fray bare, and with a hurtful gasp... she collapsed, limp and powerless, onto Lu Liang's shoulder.

She bit his ear fiercely, threatening, "If you ever dare to treat me badly in the future, be careful—I might hex you."

"What counts as treating you badly?" Lu Liang asked with a smirk, suddenly remembering something from her file—Wang Chuting seemed to be not of Han ethnicity.

"I haven't decided yet, the final interpretation is mine," Wang Chuting huffed, her forehead beginning to bead with sweat.

"Then we'll talk when you've made up your mind," Lu Liang said with a wicked smile, embracing his belle and moving the battle to the bedroom.

Inexperienced, without a clue, it was hard for him.

...

Early in the morning, Lu Liang was awakened by the vibration of his phone. Opening his eyes, he saw the long legs, bare, straight, and slender, with the soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains casting a golden glow on them, as if adorned with golden stockings.

The visual impact was indescribable, the faint palm prints littered across her legs spoke volumes of Lu Liang's affections.

He admired them quietly for a moment, then picked up his phone, walked out of the bedroom, and into the living room bar to light incense and taste tea.

Hu Weiwei had just called him. Lu Liang called her back and learned that Wang Xiaofeng had arrived in Beijing and was ready to start preparing the company's basic personnel structure.

It could all be summed up in one phrase: he needed money.

The $20 million was the re

If it's money they need, they'll have money. With so many internet giants and talents available, he refused to believe they couldn't outdo Tesla.

Hu Weiwei remained silent, and after a long pause, she asked, "Mr. Lu, can new energy vehicles really replace fuel cars?"

Although the concept of new energy was surging high, data did not lie—the second quarter shipments stood at 97,000 units.

Not to mention the three big Japanese mother models—Leiling, Xuanyi, and Corolla, the market's bestselling heavyweights.

Even BMW's X5 luxury model alone outsold the entire new energy market in the second quarter.

This harsh statistic cast a shadow over the heart of every industry professional; they had no choice but to confront it.

Even Li Bing often contacted her, beating around the bush, to hear Lu Liang's opinions through her.

The future seemed dark, giving way to despair.

Every midnight was fraught with sleeplessness, her mind racing ceaselessly.

Had they made the right choice, or the wrong one?

Did their current efforts mean anything at all?

"Fuel cars won't be replaced; consumers will simply have an additional choice," Lu Liang said with utmost conviction. In five years, Ningde, with a market value of a trillion dollars, would be the best proof.

Currently valued at 35 billion yuan, Ningde Era was expected to go public next year, with an eventual valuation around 50 billion yuan.

With a battery supplier alone holding such high market value, the new energy market could only grow more prosperous and thriving.