Captulo 975: Chapter 934: Returning to New York (Part 2)
This hotel, located next to the Empire State Building and facing the Hudson River, with a total of 28 floors, is one of his masterpieces.
"BOSS, the elevator can directly reach the suite on the 28th floor. You can rest there for a while and then head to the 27th floor.”
Harris followed by Lu Liang’s side, giving instructions to Sun Zheyuan as they walked. Lu Liang was the star of the banquet, and without him, it would not begin. So he could co whenever he liked.
Lu Liang suddenly raised his eyes, looking toward the second floor of the atrium, as if there was a cara lens reflecting for a fleeting mont.
He thought it was an illusion, but in the next second, Hilt frowned and said, “BOSS, it seems like soone is secretly photographing. Should we stop them?”
"No need.” Lu Liang slightly shook his head as a luxurious motorcade swaggered from the airport to the city center.
His arrival in New York had likely long been spread without wings. Besides, he was so handso that being secretly photographed seed quite normal.
The crowd couldn’t help but laugh.
Lu Liang glared: “What, do you have any objections?”
Harris licked a smile and said, “BOSS’s handso looks can definitely make the socialites and noblewon of New York swoon.”
"I like your candor.”
Just as Lu Liang went upstairs to wash up, a photo ignited international public opinion.
[Lu Liang arrives in New York, staying at the Atlanta Hotel in the Manhattan District.]
The accompanying picture showed Lu Liang in casual attire walking ahead, just passing through the hotel entrance, with a faint smile on his face.
Next to him were dozens of business people in suits, all with Western features. Further away, many pedestrians quietly observed and discussed him.
Worried that netizens might not recognize them, the editors thoughtfully explained each person’s identity and the forces they represented in the article to add value to the photo.
"I thought the news that Morgan’s new CEO was supported by Lu Liang was baseless, but turns out it’s true. Wilson really doesn’t know how to avoid suspicion?”
"New York’s madman Harris behaved as docile as a puppy in front of Lu Liang, just short of wagging his tail.”
"Aweso, this photo is comparable to the ‘Empire’s Disdain’ shot by Neon journalists on the Taiyuan Ship!”
"I declare, from now on, this photo can be called ‘The Birth of a Tycoon’!”
Young and vigorous, commanding with ease, one could say the ordinary-looking Lu Liang lived the dream of countless n.
A Chinese born and raised, gradually reaching the pinnacle of wealth and becoming a global focal point.
Especially East Asian n, whose admiration was almost overflowing.
For having been oppressed for too long, they’ve co to believe they lack physical advantages, lack looks advantages, and are even smaller in that aspect than others.
Over the years, perhaps without realizing it, they perceive themselves as half a head shorter than Westerners.
However, Lu Liang’s existence seed to tell them that race was never the key issue.
If you can’t integrate, force your way in—the treatnt can be even better.
At 7 PM, Lu Liang walked out of the room, escorted by staff to the banquet hall downstairs.
Upon entering, he encountered a blonde, half a head taller than himself, who glanced at him with a look of slight grievance: “Why aren’t you staying at our hotel this ti, is it because of my father?”
Icawan, Trump’s eldest daughter, was arm in arm with her husband Jadri, seemingly just entering the banquet hall.
Lu Liang was startled, smiled, and said, “The Atlanta is our company’s hotel, so it’s more convenient to stay there.”
He didn’t expect Icawan to attend the banquet and initiate a conversation with him.
After all, since he refused Trump’s goodwill last ti, this fellow occasionally posted mini-essays about him on Twitter.
In an average of ten updates, seven carried ‘Chopsticks’, and the remaining three featured his na or his company’s.
Their conflict had beco irreconcilable, as long as Trump was in office, there would inevitably be targeted actions against Lu Liang’s assets or related industries.
As Trump’s eldest daughter and an adjunct consultant of the current governnt, Icawan should not have shown Lu Liang a friendly face.
Why did she look like she was offering flattery?
"Dad is too stubborn. Many things he’s done wrong, Jadri and I have already submitted our resignations to the White House.”
Icawan looked sorrowful, distressed, seemingly unable to comprehend why her father had beco like this.
Jadri too appeared weary, holding her hand, either comforting her or telling Lu Liang: “These years, we’ve been very tired.”
Lu Liang watched this couple perform in front of him, stifling laughter, and tentatively asked: “Mr. Qiao should co later, should I introduce him to you?”
Although a bit surprising, after thinking it over, it seed reasonable.
After all, familial betrayal has historical precedents, famously Li Shimin with fratricide and patricide.
Now that Trump’s power had diminished and he faced potential accounts, clearing relations was justifiable.
It’s unknown if clearing relations would later lead to a betrayal and siding with the opposition.
Icawan hesitated for a long ti, then looked at her husband and abruptly made up her mind, suddenly understanding the age-old dilemma of loyalty and filial piety.
She solemnly said, “Only Mr. Qiao can stop my father’s wrongdoings, Mr. Lu, please.”
"When he cos, I’ll help introduce you.”
Lu Liang raised his glass and earnestly said, “It’s all for the people of Arica.”
"It’s all for the people of Arica.”
Icawan clinked glasses with a resolute look and then sowhat embarrassedly brought up her husband’s little issue with investnt trust funds.
Lu Liang smiled lightly, calling Harris over to et them: “I’m not very familiar with the New York business, but Harris should be able to help Jadri.”
He suddenly rembered reading Jadri’s background information before; his grandparents were survivors of the Squid Clan massacre, part of the authentic ‘Yellow Banner’ of the clan.
However, if Jadri wanted to beco a true ‘Yellow Banner’, he must move closer to the center of wealth and power.
Like a graduate from Beijing University, if he were to work for a major company upon graduation, the impact of his Beijing University credential would decrease significantly, eventually approaching zero after years of work.
If he were to start a business instead, eting fellow Beijing University graduates, his identity as a peer would give him an advantage and possibly access to the university’s alumni resources.
The primary difference between employees and entrepreneurs is that helping an employee might lead to no further developnts, but helping an entrepreneur might yield returns in the future.
Similarly, Lu Liang valued the ‘Yellow Banner’ identity, so he didn’t mind lending a helping hand.
"Mr. Harris, nice to et you. I apologize for disturbing you; there are so issues I’d like to seek your advice on.” Jadri couldn’t hide his excitent.
Though Harris earned the nickna ‘New York Madman’ for his past and style, it was a testant to his capabilities.
Harris resembled a fierce wolf, orphaned by his pack, destined to die alone in the streets, until Lu Liang took him in, transforming him into his fiercest claw, tearing apart all hurdles in his way.
"Mr. Lu, aren’t you accompanying any lady tonight?”
Seeing her husband engrossed in conversation with Harris, Icawan raised her glass, inching closer to Lu Liang calmly.
Admiration for strength is inherent in won; she was no exception. Yet, as one of the world’s most powerful won, the n she admired were either too old or too weak.
Until Lu Liang appeared—both powerful and younger than she.
And honestly speaking, she had yet to savor the taste of an East Asian man. .
So she wouldn’t mind having a fling with him, not affecting family or career, rely a battle of pure desire.
After all, these years, she sacrificed too much for family, for her father’s career, and suppressed her true nature for too long.
"Who said I don’t? Aren’t they all?”
Lu Liang chuckled, taking a step back, and looked at the eager single won in the banquet hall, each responding warmly to his gaze.
Icawan, well-built and resembling Arica’s sweetheart, was still under forty. But for such a venomous woman willing to betray her father for gain, he had no interest.
Despite the nurous won Lu Liang had been with these years, he adhered to one iron rule.
Never sleep with won who overthink compared to him, not even for fun.
"Do you have any favorites here? I know many of them and can introduce them to you.”
Seeing Lu Liang’s distant manner, Icawan smiled gracefully, without getting upset, swiftly distancing herself from him.
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