After dinner, Lu Liang drove Zhang Qian and her daughter ho.
Today had been eventful, and Zhang Yun fell into a deep sleep in her mother's arms on the way back.
Lu Liang carried her into their ho, placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and finally shut the door.
He said to Zhang Qian, "If you make up your mind, send a ssage, and I'll accompany you to sign the contract."
The transfer fee was 1.3 million RMB, with a monthly net profit of eighty thousand RMB—it was a decent project.
Lu Liang had over ten million RMB in cash on hand; it was ti he acquired so property for himself.
"I'll look into it more these next few days."
Zhang Qian was cautious and didn't decide impulsively.
After hesitating for a mont, she asked, "Liang, if you don't mind, I'd like to invest a bit too."
Lu Liang smiled and asked, "How much are you thinking of investing?"
He discovered the reason he admired Zhang Qian.
She was very independent, both in character and financially, not wanting to rely entirely on others.
Perhaps it was also related to her experiences, raising her daughter alone naturally fostered a lack of security.
Unlike Li Manli, who was nineteen this year, carefree and thoughtless, who ate well herself without worrying if her family did.
"40%, but 30% would be okay too," Zhang Qian carefully gauged Lu Liang's expression.
Lu Liang chuckled, "If you want to invest more, it's 40%; less, then 30%. Either is fine with ."
He intended to simply oversee the project and use it to maintain a long-term improper relationship with Zhang Qian.
The exact share percentage wasn't very important to him.
It was nearly 8:10 PM, and Lu Liang planned to leave.
The Arican session would start at 9 PM Yanjing ti; the dayti Asian session and the afternoon European session had seen no anomalies.
London Gold was currently priced at $1458.55 per ounce, still $58.7 away from the predicted price.
Without unexpected events in the Arican continent, the international gold price would likely see another rise.
Suddenly, Zhang Qian embraced Lu Liang from behind, whispering close to his ear, "Liang, why don't you stay at my place tonight?"
She wasn't thinking too much now, content to be his lover for life even without a formal title.
As long as Lu Liang was kind to her daughter.
"Next ti, I really have sothing tonight."
Lu Liang turned around, embracing Zhang Qian's waist.
Their eyes t, and through their gaze, he saw emotions different from before.
"The door code is 889912, and the spare key is usually hidden in the top compartnt of the fire cabinet by the door."
Zhang Qian tiptoed, their lips t in a lingering kiss: "You can co over anyti you want, this is your second ho."
"Alright, I'll co and see you after I'm done with this busy period."
Lu Liang nodded, eyes are windows to the soul, and right now, Zhang Qian's eyes were very sincere, no longer as empty as before.
A thick love, an indelible tenderness, this was the first ti he had seen such a look in his life.
His marriage to his ex-wife had been more of a partnership, and later, she unilaterally breached it.
"Giggle giggle... teehee."
Suddenly, a child's naive voice ca from inside the house, catching the two off guard and making them hurriedly part.
"Go take a shower and do your howork as soon as you wake up," Zhang Qian said blushing, resembling soone caught in a clandestine affair.
Lu Liang confidently approached and patted the little girl on the head: "Xiaoguai, Uncle has so work at the company, I'll co to see you next ti."
"When is the next ti?" The little girl looked up with innocent, hopeful eyes, wanting a precise date.
"Hmm… today is Thursday, let's wait for the weekend."
"Then let's pinky swear."
"Pinky swear."
Before leaving the house, Lu Liang, like the man of the house, kissed the woman on the cheek in front of the child: "I'm leaving."
"Bye-bye~" Zhang Qian, full of deep affection, stood at the doorway, watching Lu Liang enter the elevator.
"Mommy, can I call Uncle Lu 'Daddy' in the future?" the little girl suddenly asked, her eyes filled with expectation.
Zhang Qian was silent for a long ti, not avoiding the topic like before. Squatting in front of her daughter, she spoke earnestly: "Xiaoguai, do you want him to be your daddy?"
"Mmm, I like Uncle Lu."
The little girl, thrilled and excited, recounted how Uncle Lu had shown his ttle at the school office that afternoon.
From that mont, she had a clear picture of what a father was, based solely on textbook definitions before—like a towering mountain or an expansive canopying tree.
"Then you have to be good, and Mommy will ask Uncle Lu next ti."
"I will definitely be good." The little girl nodded vigorously, her smile suddenly radiant.
On the other side, Lu Liang returned ho.
"Manli, make a cup of coffee."
He didn't stop for a minute but headed straight for the study.
As ti hit nine o'clock, the International Gold Market, which had been quiet for three hours, ca alive again.
At a price point of $1458.55, Lu Liang unwound a loss-locking position.
The mont he released 1540 contracts, his total account loss instantly hit $653,300.
His cost was $1462.85, where a fluctuation of one point ant a gain or loss of $154,000.
With a margin of $5,620,000, Lu Liang could sustain a drop of 27 points without being liquidated.
This ti, he almost went all in, reinvesting everything he had earned last ti back into the market.
The allure of a billion-dollar fortune was too tempting; although not the only chance in his life, it was the best.
A few minutes later,
Li Manli entered with a cup of iced Aricano and knocked on the door.
Quite playfully, she sat on Lu Liang's lap and looked at the colorful screen: "What's this?"
"It's sothing like stocks."
Knowing Li Manli didn't understand, Lu Liang didn't explain much and casually wrapped his arm around her waist, though his eyes stayed fixed on the screen.
"What does '-$730,300' an?"
Li Manli already considered Lu Liang her boyfriend and wanted to understand more about his affairs, his work.
"Literally, it ans a loss of $730,300," Lu Liang smiled, having just dropped another 0.5 points, losing another $77,000.
"I rember this $ symbol; it's US dollars, right?" Li Manli stared blankly, her voice suddenly trembling.
If the -$730,300 in the top left corner was a loss, then the nine-digit number at the bottom must be the account funds.
Still a nine-digit figure starting with 2, still in US dollars, her head started to spin, unable to make the conversion.
Lu Liang made a sound of acknowledgent, not explaining specifically that this was funds used with a hundred tis leverage.
Suddenly, Li Manli's eyes welled up, her gaze almost liquefying: "Dear, can I take a photo?"
She wanted to boast on her social dia.
Lu Liang's expression turned stern, but then he smiled and said, "Sure, but don't capture my face or the positions clearly."
He rembered that Li Manli was in regular contact with Zhou Xiaoqi, having invited her over a few days ago to try her homade cuisine.
The two were good friends; Zhou Xiaoqi was ng Changkun's lover—it was ti Old ng knew his investnts were valuable.
Excited, Li Manli ran to Lu Liang's back to find an angle: "Dear, your profile while drinking coffee is so handso."
Clicking away, she sorted through to keep four more representative photos.
"Let see them too."
Lu Liang deleted two, leaving one blurry profile and another showing just a corner of the account, indicating profit and loss without exposing the positions.
However, this image showed profits rather than losses.
Current gain: $3,581,700.
Just now, the London Gold market had shifted.
A massive bullish spike shot through the sky, surging by 28 points, unstoppable.
Lu Liang's account instantly turned from loss to profit.
"Is this… is this a profit of over three million? And in US dollars?" Li Manli's eyes widened, utterly shocked.
"Get out, and close the door behind you."
Lu Liang humd, too busy to deal with Li Manli as he searched for the reason behind the gold's surge.
Frightened, Li Manli didn't dare disturb him and even removed her slippers, tiptoeing out of the study.
She ran barefoot through the living room, ecstatically back to her own room.
Lying on her bed, chuckling at the photos.
A matter of millions in re minutes.
Li Manli, grinning, couldn't wait to post on her social dia with the caption: "A man who works hard is the most attractive."
Once posted, it instantly triggered a wave of likes, even hotter than the response to her late-night post last ti.
Last ti it was just nightti views and beautiful photos; people would see them and then forget.
But this ti it was real money,
over three million dollars, over twenty million RMB.
With such an amount, one could buy cars, houses, and invest in businesses in any city in the country, living a wealthy life.
They dared not think deeper—
how much total assets one must have to make this much money.
Zhang Qian was the first to like,
followed closely by Zhou Xiaoqi…
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