yournovel Chapter 407: Who Dares to Mess with My People?
Chapter 407: Who Dares to Mess with My People?
"Mr. Lu, if there’s someone you want to target, I have a better method.”
Ota Renjun didn’t know who Lu Liang wanted to target, but he thought his tactics were too gentle.
Get a beautiful woman to intentionally seduce the target, then falsely accuse the other party of sexual assault, and what could possibly be the loss?
Just like Old Te, though he was exposed for sexual misconduct and dating adult film stars, it didn’t stop him from becoming the leader of a nation.
He had a better way, for example, finding a woman with intellectual disabilities would definitely make the other party spend the rest of their life in endless regret.
"Renjun, this is the process, not the result.”
Lu Liang was startled and found himself at a loss for words, but he didn’t say more.
The Japanese are ruthless, but his tactic of using a beautiful woman for an “immortal jump” and making a big fuss wasn’t targeting someone else—it was targeting Little Wang.
It was well-known that Lu Liang had a weakness for women, which he always exposed outwardly, although he indeed enjoyed this weakness.
If someone wanted to lure him into a trap, they would probably use a honey trap, such as what Cruick mentioned last time—Joy Island.
Established in ’98 and having developed for 19 years, it had taken in many boys and girls from around the world, of different skin colors, due to war, poverty, and even trafficking.
They were raised from a young age and indoctrinated with the idea that the customer is always right.
They say it’s strictly confidential, but in this world, there’s no such thing as an absolute secret—what’s done is done, just like there’s no perfect crime.
Once Lu Liang went there and agreed, he would certainly leave personal traces behind, like Old Ma wearing a Kippah and pressing his hands against the Wailing Wall in mourning.
This photo was destined to follow him for life, regardless of what he thought at the moment; to others, it meant he was part of it.
Just like many Hollywood stars who publicly make the triangle sign with their hands in front of their eyes, forming the Eye of Providence atop the one US Dollar pyramid.
Whether or not it’s conspiracy theory, joining the so-called Illuminati is essentially a test of obedience.
Lu Liang didn’t want to be tested, nor did he want to be labeled, but he still wanted to maintain his ambiguous relationship with Wall Street.
So, he could only sacrifice Little Wang to protect himself. As long as Little Wang fell for the trap, he’d be hesitant to act, and others would think he’d be hesitant as well.
Thus, refusing the invitation to the island was within reason and simply a protective measure, understandable.
He had passed this hurdle.
Ota Renjun realized Lu Liang didn’t want to say more and informed the selected girl to go to New York, waiting for the next command.
A Japanese beauty with a cute and sweet appearance, a junior at Boston University, who occasionally engaged in compensated dating.
No matter how the investigation went, they would never trace it back to him or Lu Liang, only to some middleman.
Lu Liang slightly nodded, “I’ll let you know when the time comes.”
On the 18th, the IPO roadshow at New York Station would conclude with a celebration banquet; he would then explain the specifics to Little Wang.
By then, the arrow would be on the string, and in order for Panda to successfully go public, he would probably be willing to make a personal sacrifice.
Lu Liang sighed deeply, feeling sorry for Little Wang because he pushed him to the edge.
On the other hand, he disliked the uncertainty because there existed the possibility of failure.
Whether the plan succeeded or not entirely depended on whether Little Wang was willing to play a part and help him get through this critical moment.
Although Lu Liang could choose not to tell him and just get him more drunk so he’d be dazed and compliant.
With Little Wang’s trust in him, it would be all too easy.
But Lu Liang didn’t want to do that; after all, they had known each other for more than two years, and even with a dog, you’d develop deep feelings.
If Little Wang disagreed, he would flee back to his country overnight, reduce his financial investments, and focus on building electric cars with peace of mind.
In the international market, Lu Liang was just a contender, unlike Zhang Mazi, who could both dish out silver and guns; he didn’t have such a tough skull.
Half an hour later, they arrived in downtown Detroit, at the Westin Hotel pre-booked by Ota Renjun.
Lu Liang met with Zhuang Wei, the local leader. Three months ago, he led a team from Modu to Detroit to initiate a collaboration with General Motors.
38 years old and a PhD graduate from South Tech, he was recruited by Tianxing Technology at the beginning of the year, responsible for chassis technology development and re