The hangar was nearly twenty ters high.
Inside, there was a blue-and-white business jet, 30.3 ters long, with a wingspan of 28.7 ters and a height of 7.8 ters.
Whether it was the landing gear or the cabin, maintenance personnel were entering and exiting, moving various items around.
"Gentlen, please take a short break and have so water. I’ll bring Mr. Lu over for a look,” Ye Zhipeng cordially halted the refit team’s work and led Lu Liang up the boarding stairs and into the interior of the cabin.
Although it was a private plane, the cabin space was ultimately limited, only 14.73 ters long, 2.93 ters wide, and 1.99 ters high.
There were 12 standard luxury seats, and it included western-style kitchens, restrooms, lounges, and so on, making it quite comprehensive in terms of functionality.
Lu Liang sat in the middle section of the cabin, on a sofa that had already been installed, sweeping his gaze around; Li Manli’s taste wasn’t bad.
The interior was mainly in off-white with touches of dark blue decor, giving it a very high-class and businesslike feel.
With only a dozen ters of length,
Basically, a few strolls and glances and that was it.
"Let’s go, let’s head back.”
Lu Liang had no interest in staying longer. The actual experience would have to wait until he used it, but he had already flown on Wanda’s private jet, so he thought the experience would probably be similar.
A tool is ultimately a tool,
Even if it’s worth several hundred million RMB, it’s still just a tool.
Unless he mounted it on a rocket booster and sent it to space, maybe then he would find the novelty he felt the first ti he rented a Bentley, with that first press of the accelerator.
"When a person is wealthy, indeed, they lose a lot, like the look of soone who’s never seen the world before.”
Lu Liang sighed, directly boarded the shuttle bus, and embarked on the flight to Beijing.
In the evening, the plane arrived in Beijing.
No sooner had he landed than Lu Liang received a ssage from Zhang Tian’ai: “I’m ho~”
After so ti of contemplation, she had made a choice.
Yang Tianbao climbed up the ranks through Huang Xiaoming, transforming from an ordinary fresh model to one of the most popular leading ladies in the entertainnt industry.
A hundred Huang Xiaomings combined couldn’t compare to Lu Liang, even though their relationship couldn’t be exposed, but there are always rumors in the entertainnt industry.
rely through these rumors, she had obtained countless coveted variety show spots and film and television resources that many envied.
Lu Liang’s lips curved upward,
He left the ssage as read but didn’t reply, and drove straight to Zhongguang Village.
Zhang Tian’ai couldn’t and didn’t want to leave him, with the favor of the beloved cos unrivaled confidence.
Forty minutes later, Lu Liang arrived at the SOHO building, but he didn’t go up to the company offices.
Instead, he found a nearby restaurant to have dinner, waiting for Li Junyi to arrive.
They had talked before, and there were things that could only be said in person, thus they arranged to et face to face.
A dozen minutes later, Li Junyi hurried over.
Lu Liang looked up and smiled in invitation, “Director Li, have you had dinner? The Italian sausage here is quite good, you should try it.”
He had an indescribable quality about him that made people think he was either a soldier or a governnt official.
"Thank you, Mr. Lu. I haven’t had dinner yet.”
Li Junyi smiled and handed a docunt to Lu Liang, “Mr. Lu, please take a look, and try to keep it confidential.”
After that, he busied himself with eating spaghetti, unconcerned with whether or not Lu Liang had actually looked at the docunt.
This al definitely wasn’t one for Lu Liang to pay for; Li Junyi had already settled the bill ahead of ti through official channels.
Lu Liang had probably eaten his fill,
So he decided to eat more, to avoid wasting food.
Seeing the docunt envelope with the already dried red seal, Lu Liang’s eyebrows knitted tightly, and hesitation showed on his face.
Li Junyi, with a side glance, saw the white tablecloth speckled with so red clay dots and let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.
In the next ten or so minutes, the private room was filled only with the sound of A4 paper being turned and the sound of chewing.
Lu Liang put away the docunts, rubbing his brow, “Why go through all this trouble, we could have just arrested them.”
"Mr. Lu, DiDi’s scale is too vast, and in handling cases and affairs, we always adhere to innocent until proven guilty.”
Li Junyi put away the docunts, knowing they would never seek Lu Liang’s help if possible.
Lu Liang pondered for a mont and said, “I’ll try, but if I’m not confident, I definitely won’t make a move.”
What they call national security—honestly, he didn’t care much about it, but the sheer size of DiDi was very tempting.
With a $50 billion valuation tied to 6 million drivers nationwide, he had a chance to take control of the company.
This kind of temptation was truly intoxicating.
Suddenly, Lu Liang felt like he understood Old Ma, knowing perfectly well that so things are off-limits but still choosing to touch them nonetheless.
What if it actually worked?
But Lu Liang was not like Old Ma, who had been photographed wearing a white cap and joining the Squid Clan.
If his scheming with DiDi failed, at worst he’d lose so money, beco a long-term shareholder in DiDi, and offend the Liu family.
The Liu family might be a top-tier comprador group, but Lu could rally forces no less powerful with a single call.
It was worth gambling a small stake for a potential large reward.
Li Junyi hurriedly said, “Mr. Lu, the decision is entirely up to you.”
"Don’t worry, I won’t do sothing I’m not confident about, even if a knife is held to my throat,” Lu Liang replied with a smile.
He talked about having to accompany Little Wang next week to New York on behalf of Panda and the potential of facing a setup.
Although it was for Panda, and for himself, his actions were being forcefully described as preparatory involvent with DiDi.
Was there any way to break the situation?
Li Junyi frowned deeply, expressing bitterness, “Mr. Lu, if you wish to get involved in dirty waters, you must first flow with them.”
Their reach wasn’t that far; the situation was unsolvable, and only Lu Liang could rely on himself.
"That’s the only way,” Lu Liang sighed.
Ota Ling felt wronged and would co to sell his misery, telling how he had been treated unfairly.
By doing so, Lu Liang was also employing a similar craftiness; if by chance he fell for their trap and did sothing excessive, leaving behind evidence.
Then surely, his actions weren’t for his own sake, his heart was filled with thoughts of his nation and its people.
Li Junyi’s complexion darkened gradually, with a clot of old blood stuck in his chest, he murmured in a stifled voice, “I’ll report this to the higher-ups.”
What kind of person was Lu Liang, and how could he fool them—or the people on Wall Street?
So, setting him up would only involve using a honey trap.
According to reports, on a small island in the Caribbean Sea, there lived many attractive young n and won who had lost their hos due to war or poverty, raised from a young age, and not released from the island until adulthood.
Though it was like matching a pot on a pot’s mate, it was indeed Lu Liang making a sacrifice himself.
He didn’t know what to say and could only report the truth, leaving the problem for the leaders to handle.
"Mr. Lu, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”
Li Junyi was ready to go, feeling a continued presence with Lu Liang could lead to a cerebral hemorrhage: “I’ve already paid the bill.”
"Thank you, Director Li. Take care,” said Lu Liang warmly as he leisurely walked out of the restaurant, strolling up to the 17th floor of the SOHO Building.
Relying on Little Wang’s offering to the heavens was just a last resort, not necessarily effective, so he needed to prepare several backup plans.
"Good evening, Mr. Hu.”
Lu Liang passed through the office area of the company. Even though it was late, many were still working overti.
According to statistics, programrs at the big internet companies in Beijing worked over 60 hours a week.
Beijing’s Tianxing Technology focused on intelligent driving and car systems, requiring countless programrs who also spent no short amount of ti on overti.
Hu Weiwei’s office was made of transparent glass, and the blinds were not closed. She quickly ca to the door upon seeing Lu Liang through the glass.
She approached with a smile and half-jokingly said, “Mr. Lu, you really co and go like a shadow.”
While hurrying to boil the water kettle preparing to make tea, she added.
"Don’t bother, I was just taking care of so things in Beijing and happened to be nearby, so I thought I’d co up to have a look.”
Lu Liang declined Hu Weiwei’s offer and took the stairs from the 17th floor down to the 15th.
The 17th floor was for show; technical people like Zheng Yaowen, Li Jiahui, and Qin Siyuan generally worked on the 15th or 16th floors.
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