The next morning, Lu Liang went to Zhangjiang Science Park to meet up with Little Wang.

    "I heard you had quite a night last night?" Lu Liang couldn’t help but laugh, having just seen Little Wang’s news on the headlines upon waking up.

    A dozen bottles of expensive imported liquor opened, handsome men and beautiful women gathered, and the bill exposed, with a total expenditure of 2.18 million.

    Spending several million in one night isn’t exactly news, but then came the news of Panda’s stock price dropping again.

    In just four days, its market value plummeted from a peak of 20.28 billion US Dollars to 8.55 billion US Dollars at last night’s close.

    Although Panda’s stock price has been falling recently due to the impending end of the six-month restriction period and the aftermath of capital speculation.

    Yet the founder’s extravagance and indulgence inevitably make people think there’s a causal relationship.

    "I invited you, but you didn’t come."

    Little Wang looked dispirited, clearly overindulged and lacking rest, but speaking of last night, he suddenly got excited: "You have no idea, a woman showed up last night, incredible, she could smoke that thing, like ten to a dozen of them at once."

    "You guys are really twisted."

    "Not me, it’s just somehow we started chatting about it and suddenly made a bet, as long as she could smoke, she’d get 100,000 bucks."

    "That’s truly amazing!"

    Lu Liang laughed, picking up a thermos and pouring Little Wang a cup of potion: "Drink this, it might perk you up."

    "What the hell is this stuff, it smells like medicine." Little Wang drank it at once and asked, his brows furrowing.

    "Replenish essence and nourishment for kidneys, strengthen vitality." Lu Liang confidently held his thermos, sipping slowly.

    The biggest benefit of knowing Ota Ling probably is this prescription, Chinese medicine says, the more deficient you are, the more you need it, and the more you need, the more deficient you become.

    He seemed to show signs of that before, but after drinking it for a few months, he could when he wanted, and didn’t crave as much when he didn’t want to.

    Several calamities indeed caused the loss of many national treasure-level prescriptions, like existing Bai Yao, Pian Zai Huang, An Gong Niu Huang Pill are all modified from ancient methods.

    "Laughable, do I need this stuff?" Little Wang looked disgusted, then asked: "Is it useful?"

    "You said you don’t need it, right?" Lu Liang squinted at him.

    "I’m not even thirty, no way I’d need it, just asking for my friend."

    "You look pathetic, I’ll give it to you later."

    Lu Liang got off the car and walked into the warehouse, Little Wang followed with a grin.

    "Wow, you have enough for a dedicated car show for household use." He couldn’t help but exclaim.

    In sight were sedans or SUVs, at least thirty of them, all of which were new energy vehicles.

    "Actually, I’ve thought about organizing a car show."

    Lu Liang got into Wuling’s Chopped Pepper Fish Head and waved at Little Wang to get in.

    "A car show with just one vehicle?" Little Wang looked perplexed.

    "If it was just one vehicle, why bother?"

    Lu Liang smiled broadly, talking about the martial arts conferences often found in wuxia novels.

    He personally funded over 100 million to host a new energy vehicle exhibition for free, inviting heroes from all quarters.

    After all, comparison reveals disparities, only by letting consumers personally experience can they distinguish between them and other brands.

    "Aren’t you worried an unknown upstart might steal your thunder?" Little Wang was amused and marveled at Lu Liang’s boldness.

    "You really think it’s a wuxia novel? Just because someone trains in seclusion for years and enters the world, they’ll be famous overnight?"

    Lu Liang’s smile was filled with confidence, every period has its trends but the threshold keeps rising.

    Just like in the era of reform and opening up, merely carrying a shoulder pole from east to west village could make profits.

    By the millennium, you needed to cross hundreds or thousands of miles to trade goods for profit.

    Then, seven or eight years ago, e-commerce arose, and thousands of miles wouldn’t guarantee profit, forcing you to cut costs.

    And now, the development of the new energy industry.

    Weiliao, Weima, Hengchi, Jihu, the founders of these brands weren’t novices, practically all were second entrepreneurs, betting all their previous successes.

    Even Lu Liang himself, though an outsider, he’s wealthy and respects technology, thus forcing his way onto the playing field.

    In this industry, there are no dark horses, whenever something stirs within the industry, whichever brand emerges prominently, everyone pretty much knows.

    "With your sharp mind, why haven’t you always been lukewarm?"

    Little Wang’s face was full of curiosity, humorously suggesting: "Is there really a truth to a painful epiphany?"

    "Read more, follow the news, drink less, stay away from clubs."

    Lu Liang retorted, rolling his eyes.

    He understood the factors of his success, as well as his limitations, thus maintaining a humble learner’s mindset towards things he didn’t know.

    Over time, as his team expanded with talented people, it naturally led to him gaining more knowledge.

    "Mr. Lu, you’re here, Professor Zhang is waiting for you. Hello, Mr. Wang."

    Assistant Liao Jie hurriedly came to them, leading them to the testing grounds.

    Over a dozen engineers, including Korea’s Jin Guangzhi, were gathered around two cars, greeting Lu Liang upon seeing him.

    Both cars were black, one a coupe model, the other an SUV model.

    Little Wang looked at the coupe, gradually displaying a bizarre expression: "Lu, has anyone told you this front looks like Maser’s GranTurismo?"

    Lu Liang replied sternly: "Good design always connects minds, besides, what do you mean similar? Our headlight and exhaust designs have international patents; talk recklessly and I’ll sue you for slander."

    He knew it didn’t just resemble Maserati’s GranTurismo but Porsche’s Panamera too, but that was the highest in voting.

    With 120 votes, this car led with 95 votes; he simply respected market choice.

    Initially, Lu Liang wanted something unique himself, like the one he particularly favored, which received only 38 votes.

    Eventually, he realized nobody would reject their wife looking like Liu Yifei.

    "Since the patent is established, consider I said nothing." Little Wang, amused, retracted his earlier statement.

    Circling the sedan, Little Wang frowned, quickly pointing out the flaw: "What I hate most is hidden door handles; in northern regions, when it’s cold and icy, how do you open the door? What if it malfunctions?"

    "And your doors should be electronically controlled, right? I’m not fond of electric either, but you can pretend they’re mechanical, though actually electric, giving a little psychological comfort."

    Like an expert, Little Wang pointed out deficiencies, always from the consumer’s perspective, explaining the rationale behind.

    In entrepreneurship, perhaps he’s not as adept as Lu Liang, but he knows his cars.

    With a garage of over a dozen luxury sports cars, each one carefully selected and personally purchased.

    Lu Liang frowned, finding truth in his words, turning to ask: "Professor Zhang, can the door handle be modified?"

    He had to admit Little Wang convinced him, revealing shortcomings in hidden design. Though northern cold reduces range, can’t abandon the market for that reason.

    If someday technology advances and resolves this issue, wouldn’t abandoning the northern market be in vain?

    Professor Zhang pondered for a while, nodding: "Certainly possible to modify, though slightly increasing wind resistance; how should we modify it? Conventional latch style?"

    "Latch style’s too pedestrian. Best if embedded, like old-style Tiger Head Benz."

    Little Wang suddenly got excited, unexpectedly Lu Liang adopted his suggestion, sensing a DIY joy.

    "Embedded doesn’t worry about increasing wind resistance, also hides electric control, feigning mechanical door illusion."

    Jin Guangzhi’s eyes lit up, speaking out suddenly.

    Everyone’s gaze turned toward Lu Liang, the suggestion was good, but whether to truly adopt it was up to him.

    Lu Liang deliberated briefly: "We’ll incorporate it into the final improvement plan, evaluating specific approaches upon getting a finished product."

    Little Wang opened the car door, revealing a lavish four-pointed star logo projection underneath, smiling contentedly.

    He liked flamboyant sense of style; having bought a coupe, without allure it holds no meaning.

    "You didn’t introduce Tesla’s single-pedal mode, did you?" Little Wang, sitting in the driver’s seat, caressed the leather steering wheel. S~ea??h the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "No way we did."

    Lu Liang, full of disdain, personally admired Tesla’s single-pedal mode; disdain was meant for those self-adaptive owners.

    Clearly a preparation to remove another pedal for future cost reduction, yet touted as revolutionary.

    Much like Apple’s phone last year’s removal of headphone jack, beautified for better waterproofing, reality was to sell their Bluetooth headphones.

    If they ever master wireless charging technology for mass production, wouldn’t be surprising if charging ports got removed.