"Mr. Li, I hear that this ti, I’m to be thoroughly entertained and return fully satisfied, so I ca to Han City first. I trust you won’t let down?”
Lu Liang walked with a smile into the hotel, where Li Xuanhong greeted him with a beaming smile and hastily said, “Certainly not.”
As long as Lu Liang still had a taste for pleasures of the flesh, he was easy to please; the real fear was that he’d want nothing, leaving them no way to curry favor.
"Mr. Lu, how about I take them to handle your check-in first, then explain so precautions? How does that sound?”
Wen Chao looked at the two unfamiliar faces beside Lu Liang. Xu Jiawei stayed in Beijing, whereas the fourth-generation secretary, Xu Delin, and Du Yifei had just arrived.
They didn’t seem quite familiar with Lu Liang’s pace yet; as the first-generation secretary, Wen felt obliged to explain a few things to them.
Mainly because Wen knew both Li Xuanhong and Boss Lu very well, and he suspected the upcoming scene might be sowhat adult only.
The reliability of the two newcors wasn’t clear, and the best choice was to send them away.
"Fine, off you go then.” Lu Liang nodded, approval evident in his eyes.
Of all his secretaries, he appreciated Wen Chao the most, even more than he had before.
Only after comparing him with Zhuo Yifan and Xu Jiawei did he realize how great the difference was.
Wen Chao was extrely attentive, not only to matters concerning Lu Liang personally but also to the people and things associated with him.
When Fang Shiyu got scamd in an online romance, it was Wen who observed it and quietly relayed the information to Lu Liang.
He also admired Wen’s attitude towards his own relationships; his high school romance had lasted ten years, and he was planning to make it official at last.
Lu Liang didn’t believe in pure love for himself, but he believed pure and beautiful love existed for others.
If it weren’t for the fact that he truly needed reliable people around him for certain tasks, he would have liked to keep Wen by his side to give him peace of mind.
Watching Wen leave, Li Xuanhong remarked with sincerity, “Mr. Wen is outstanding, with excellent ability to handle affairs.”
As he spoke, his tone suddenly shifted, “However, normally at Mr. Wen’s age, one might still be gaining experience at the grassroots level. It’s Mr. Lu’s discerning eye that has granted him such a vast stage to fulfill his ambitions.”
"Mr. Lu, please lead the way.”
Lu Liang laughed, well aware that he was being flattered, yet sweet talk always brightened one’s mood.
"Mr. Lu, this way please.”
The two arrived at the hotel’s eighth-floor private room.
Inside the room, not only was Zheng Xuanyi, the chairman of Hyundai Group present, but also several beautiful waitresses dressed as maids.
One of them looked familiar to Lu Liang, but he couldn’t quite place her at the mont. Li Xuanhong smiled and said, “Yun’er, Taeyeon, Miying, co and greet Mr. Lu.”
The won greeted him with a smile and bowed, speaking flawless Chinese, “Mr. Lu, hello.”
One was known as the National First Love, another was twice listed among the world’s most beautiful faces, and the third boasted the most perfect figure.
The three won, each with unique features, were all forr faces of a girl group that was once popular across Asia.
Their maid uniforms, though not too revealing, with short skirts, black stockings, and white blouses, highlighted their feminine beauty and figures perfectly.
"Mr. Lu, are you satisfied this ti?” asked Li Xuanhong, with a full-faced smile, having learned his lesson from before.
The newly debuted Fenmo Group ant nothing to Lu Liang; he didn’t even recognize them, and thus his desire was far from strong.
Taking into account Lu Liang’s age of 32, that era ten years ago, was precisely when Girls’ Generation was a sensation across Asia.
Back then, as he just graduated and was just another struggling worker, while Yun’er, Taeyeon, and Miying were already famous across Asia, becoming the goddesses of many dreams.
The blue moon might be cherished, but if an unreachable blue moon ca before one’s eyes, Li Xuanhong couldn’t believe Lu Liang wouldn’t be moved.
"Hmm.”
Lu Liang’s lips curled into a smile as mories of those bygone years surged, assaulting him.
Elevated goddesses of his dreams now turned into waitresses pouring wine beside his table, the significance of power suddenly took on a tangible form.
Thankfully, after many battles, including a brush with Mimimi, the sight of the won didn’t stir him as much as one might expect.
With a slight smile, Lu Liang turned his attention to Zheng Xuanyi, “Mr. Zheng, long ti no see, how have you been?”
Zheng Xuanyi replied, “Thanks to Mr. Lu, I’m getting better and better.”
"Are you talking about Guangzhi’s matter?” Lu Liang raised an eyebrow; the statent sounded sarcastic.
After all, Lu Liang had poached Jin Guangzhi and several senior automobile engineers; how could things possibly be getting better?
Zheng Xuanyi shook his head, “A good bird chooses a tree to nest in; whatever choice Guangzhi makes, we respect his decision.”
He was truly grateful to Lu Liang for involving them in the Bitcoin project.
Ever since his grandfather passed away, his father was detained, and the group was split into three parts, tis had been tough.
If not for these recent events, Samsung wouldn’t dare to show its face, and if only people knew that ‘The Han River Miracle’ of the last century was primarily forged by Hyundai Group.
Back then, Korea didn’t have eight or six chaebols, just one: it was Hyundai Group.
But those glories were from days long past; as a national enterprise, they’ve always been a thorn in the side of the United States.
In recent years, Arican capital firms like BlackRock Vanguard had been steadily eroding the power of the Zheng Family’s main lineage.
This ti, being led by Lu Liang to participate in the Bitcoin project had indeed given them a much-needed breather.
The focus that Arican capital placed on Bitcoin was beyond imagination, so much so that they halted their erosion of the power in their hands.
With furrowed brows, Lu Liang pondered for a long ti before digesting this news, “It’s all thanks to Mr. Zheng’s decisiveness; otherwise, we wouldn’t be collaborating.”
"Mr. Lu, I’d like to propose a toast to you.”
Mr. Zheng Xuanyi stood up, raising his glass high. He had already experienced the benefits of backing a powerful ally and wished to continue doing so.
The reason he clarified things with Lu Liang was to make it known how great his favor to Hyundai Group was, so no matter how they reciprocated, he could accept it with a clear conscience.
There is a social etiquette in reciprocation; if one does not reciprocate what has been given, it is considered impolite.
If they didn’t find a reason to send gifts to convey their sentints, Lu Liang would also lack reason to return the favor in the future.
Interpersonal relationships are all about exchanging favors here and there, enhancing connections as ti goes on.
Lonely people are often those who are afraid to make the first move.
"Mr. Zheng, you are too kind; collaboration is ant to be mutually beneficial, and it’s not about who is helping whom.”
Lu Liang smiled, understanding Zheng Xuanyi’s intentions, but he didn’t let it inflate his ego.
Integrating Hyundai into the fold was to balance Mitsui Sumitomo, and doing so fulfilled his own responsibilities.
"Speaking with Mr. Lu is indeed very enjoyable,” Zheng Xuanyi said, smiling broadly, as a man in his fifties.
His ancestors had lived splendidly, and if he had to keep a humble attitude toward Lu Liang, who took it for granted, he might not say anything, but he would certainly take slight offense internally.
Three rounds of drinks later and an array of flavors tasted, Mr. Zheng excused himself early, claiming he couldn’t handle his liquor, leaving Li Xuanhong in charge of entertaining Lu Liang, and left behind a knowing smile that any man would understand.
In his youth, he had been a playboy, but because he indulged a bit too liberally, his interest in sensual pleasures had greatly diminished.
"Have fun, enjoy yourself to the fullest.”
After Zheng Xuanyi left, Li Xuanhong said with a smile, “Mr. Lu, how about we go to the next private room and sing so songs?”
Lu Liang nodded in agreent, pretending to be overtaken by the alcohol. He put his left arm around Yun’er and his right arm around Taeyeon, basking in the company of two won.
But on his left, Yun’er struggled slightly, her brows furrowed, her face showing displeasure, “Mr. Lu, don’t
As soon as the words were out, the temperature in the private room dropped to freezing.
All of a sudden, Li Xuanhong froze, his expression darkening like the bottom of a pan, with the word “damn it” nearly slipping out.
He had been promised a smooth event beforehand, and now suddenly being put in this position, did they really think this was just a simple formality?
Lu Liang glanced at her coldly, released Yun’er from his left arm and turned to iyin, “Co here.”
iyin ca forward with an apologetic smile, trying to explain in her non-fluent Chinese, “Mr. Lu, Yun’er isn’t feeling well today
Lu Liang looked at her calmly, and iyin imdiately fell silent, swallowing her words.
"Mr. Li, I trust this wasn’t your intention, so let’s leave for now. We’ll wait for you next door.”
Lu Liang left with a smile on his face, escorted by a woman on each side, heading to the adjacent singing room.
Among Girls’ Generation, he truly favored Yun’er for her beauty, but he disliked won who couldn’t distinguish where they stood.
Dressed like this, in this private room, now suddenly giving him attitude, she must think she was so fresh radish skin.
"Thank you for being understanding, Mr. Lu. Please go have fun with iyin and Taeyeon, and I’ll be right back.”
Li Xuanhong’s face was plastered with a grin as he nodded and bowed, sending Lu Liang off until he was out of sight.
Once alone, a fierce expression flashed across his face. He looked at Yun’er like an enraged lion, “I need an explanation!”
The last ti he had nearly offended Lu Liang, and now this had happened again—clearly soone was out to get him.
Li Xuanhong quickly reviewed in his mind, but there were too many he had offended over the years to count.
"Minister Li, I really don’t feel well,” Yun’er hurriedly explained, her palm covering her abdon.
Suddenly, Li Xuanhong picked up a faint scent of blood, and, montarily dazed with anger, he almost flipped the table.
His mouth ran with curses, “damn it,” and indeed, it was an unforeseen force. Yet, not giving Lu Liang so explanation wouldn’t look good either.
"Co with .” After thinking for a long ti, Li Xuanhong decided to take her to apologize to Lu Liang and leave the decision to him.
"But Yun’er’s face flushed with embarrassnt, but Li Xuanhong cut her off with an angry voice, “If you don’t want to die, follow .”
The two headed for the private room next door, where Lu Liang was enjoying a vigorous dance performance by the two won.
Girls’ Generation’s hit song “Gee” was playing, with the stars themselves singing and dancing live—an extraordinary experience.
Li Xuanhong whispered to Lu Liang, who glanced at Yun’er and chuckled, “Let her go back and rest early.”
His anger dissolved as long as it wasn’t intentional; he still possessed a forgiving nature, especially for soone he once liked.
Because compared to just a beautiful face, he liked the hot ones, like iyin with her voluptuous figure, who really turned up the heat.
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