After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 312 - 311: Mahua Wants to Go Public

"Mr. Lu..."

The quiet office was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

With permission, Zhuo Yifan pushed the door open, informing that the contract had been signed, and they only needed Lu Liang’s signature and authorization to proceed with the remittance process.

Lu Liang reviewed the contract details, signed and stamped it, then stopped Zhuo Yifan, who was about to leave: "Go downstairs and call Wen Chao up."

Zhuo Yifan nodded, just as he turned around, Lu Liang stopped him again, simultaneously pulling out Su Wanyu’s file: "You go instead, take a trip to Edinburgh for me to investigate."

He added, "Don’t disturb her, nor let her know. I want to know everything that has happened over the past six months."

If it had been ten years earlier, he would have likely booked the nearest flight to Edinburgh without a second thought to see what was going on.

But now, he was accustomed to planning his moves carefully, investigating and understanding quietly before making plans, to avoid being the passive party.

Zhuo Yifan looked at Su Wanyu’s file, slightly overwhelmed. Lu Liang asked, "Any problems?"

Zhuo Yifan quickly shook his head: "No problems, Mr. Lu."

He left with the funds given by Lu Liang for the trip, proceeded to handle an expedited visa. Lu Liang gave him a month, stating that if the situation proved true, he would personally go as well.

That evening, Lu Liang went to the Mahua Theater next to the City God Temple.

Zhang Chen was desperate to go public, having already applied to the Securities and Futures Commission to delist from the New Third Board in full preparation to list on the Growth Enterprise Market.

Due to the failure of the last review, he realized that just explosive box office returns were not enough; they needed diverse revenue, so he recently took the Mahua Team on a national tour.

Shen Teng also turned down several variety shows to fully support Mahua, with Mahua’s listing being his first step from artist to capitalist.

Zhang Tian’ai was there too; she had messaged Lu Liang the day before, informing him that they had arrived in Modu and would stay for three days.

Lu Liang thought he might as well go and see her.

Just as he reached the entrance of the theater, he ran into Zhang Chen: "Mr. Lu, long time no see. Why didn’t you let me know before coming over?"

Zhang Chen’s face was all smiles. The Modu tour had five shows, originally without any roles for Zhang Tian’ai, or at least roles that could be replaced.

But after much deliberation, he decided to bring Zhang Tian’ai, primarily to meet with Lu Liang.

Half a month since Ningde Era went public, although the market value soared and then dropped, it was still hovering around a hundred billion.

Lu Liang’s forecast of a trillion market value played a crucial role, once again proving his incomparable appeal to the world.

Zhang Chen wanted to discuss the listing with Lu Liang.

Xia Luo, explosive box office.

A Thought on Heaven, a small hit.

Donkey Gets Water, critically acclaimed, modest box office.

First Rich, another explosive box office.

Currently holding Shameful Iron Fist, which has made over a billion yuan just from box office revenues in the past two years.

He could not understand why every time they submitted for an IPO, it was rejected; Mahua simply couldn’t figure out what was wrong, and the Securities and Futures Commission wouldn’t clarify.

Zhang Chen was helpless, only resorting to using Zhang Tian’ai to allure Lu Liang, hoping he could help inquire about the reasons.

Lu Liang chuckled in resignation: "I’ll ask them for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Lu!"

Zhang Chen was delighted, bowing repeatedly in gratitude.

Lu Liang stepped aside to call Director Zhao Jisheng of the Securities and Futures Commission: "Director Zhao, hello, sorry for the interruption."

"It’s nothing major, just someone asked me to inquire why Mahua’s IPO applications are consistently rejected?"

"I see, mmhmm, alright, I understand. Thank you. Rest assured, it won’t be leaked."

Zhang Chen invited Lu Liang to the office, continually pouring tea and offering water, his eyes filled with desire.

Lu Liang pondered for a moment, then softly spoke: "Mr. Zhang, you might as well give up, don’t waste your efforts."

Zhao Jisheng had told him a lot, including the more stringent salary cap on celebrities and the investigation of dual contracts.

He couldn’t disclose these as they were internal information, and could only advise him to give up the idea of going public for now.

In recent years, companies in the film and television industry shouldn’t even think about going public, at least not until the investigation is over to see who’s been exposed.

A blanket ban is lazy governance but simple and efficient. After all, the film industry isn’t a big deal.

Zhang Chen furrowed his brows, "Is there really no way?"

"Mr. Zhang, if you don’t believe me, you can also ask someone else to help you check."

Zhang Chen was startled, then quickly offered an apologetic smile, "Mr. Lu, since you’ve said so, I absolutely trust you."

He felt helpless and sighed, "Who knows what the situation will be like in a few years."

"It might be better," chuckled Lu Liang.

"Fingers crossed," Zhang Chen replied.

After wrapping up her performance, Zhang Tian’ai saw Lu Liang in Zhang Chen’s office and immediately her eyes crinkled with a smile.

She quietly sent Lu Liang a message, "I’m staying at the hotel next door, freshly showered waiting for you, room 1205."

Lu Liang replied, "OK."

After chatting with Zhang Chen for a bit more, Lu Liang suddenly said, "Let’s avoid releasing ’Iron Fist’ during the summer season."

"’War Wolf 2’ plans to release during the summer?"

"Yes, just confirmed."

Zhang Chen’s face showed conflict, "Xinli and Maoyan are hoping it could be released earlier."

If they skipped the summer box office, this year’s slots would only be left with the National Day holiday. And since it’s currently the May Golden Week, it means holding onto it for nearly half a year more.

This is highly unfavorable for recouping funds.

"Handle it as you see fit."

Lu Liang smiled and shrugged his shoulders, then stood up, planning to leave.

A terrifying box office of over 5 billion would definitely suck the potential out of the entire slot. Zhang Chen wouldn’t listen, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Mr. Lu, let me walk you out," said Zhang Chen smiling broadly, not really concerned about the release of ’War Wolf 2’.

Four movies, three reaping box office and critical acclaim—Mahua Team had proven their box office drawing power time and again.

Having watched the series ’Zhou Xingxing Subduing Demons’ flop, he didn’t think the ’War Wolf 2’, with an initial box office of only 550 million, would pose a threat to them.

"Mr. Zhang, no need."

Leaving Mahua Theater, Lu Liang turned around to go to the Four Seasons Hotel next door and found room 1205.

Before he could knock, Zhang Tian’ai, dressed in a red spaghetti-strap nightgown, suddenly opened the door and pulled him into the room.

After closing the door, she clung to him like a spider demon, pressing Lu Liang against the wall while kissing his ears, neck, and cheeks.

Eventually, she hung onto him, her legs in black high heels tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Do you have a fever?" Lu Liang asked, his palms supporting her buttocks as he carried her into the living room.

"Mmm~" Zhang Tian’ai’s chin rested on Lu Liang’s shoulder, wanting to bite him hard: "Who told you not to visit me in Beijing for so long? I had to take matters into my own hands and come to you."

"There’s no time, always running from one place to another," said Lu Liang, sitting on the couch and holding her slender waist, looking up to examine her carefully.

Fame really does nourish a person. Compared to when she filmed web dramas, Zhang Tian’ai had become more and more beautiful, blossoming truly.

Just like International Fan, Yang Mi and the others, not very striking in their twenties, reaching the peak of their beauty around thirty.

Tonight, Zhang Tian’ai had also put on the makeup that Lu Liang liked—a fair complexion, blazing red lips, glamorous but not kitsch.

"Busy, huh? It’s good to be busy," Zhang Tian’ai murmured lazily, not keen on bursting his bubble.

If he really had been that busy, he wouldn’t have gone to Tokyo with his girlfriend over the Spring Festival holiday.

"Smell any hint of vinegar?"

Lu Liang smiled, his fingers tracing her smooth thigh, passing over the knee, and down the shin.

"No, I didn’t smell anything," said Zhang Tian’ai, suddenly hugging Lu Liang’s neck, swaying slightly, trying to mask her body’s instinctive reaction.

After teasing her for a while and feeling that it was about enough, Lu Liang tapped her legs and said with a mischievous smile, "Get up, I’m hungry. Let’s go eat."

"Mmm~ No, I want to eat you."