"The enhanced resistance capability of Bitcoin is precisely the best proof of the market’s actual growth."

"The influence of East Country in the market is limited. It couldn’t hinder the development of cryptocurrency before, and it won’t be able to do so in the future either."

The regulatory announcement jointly issued by ten ministries, including the Central Bank, was collectively mocked by foreign media as soon as it was made public.

Cryptocurrencies have already developed, and even if East Country doesn’t support them, it won’t affect their development and expansion.

Even the United States imposing transaction tax only resulted in a 7.52% drop, which is the best proof.

The Central Bank remained indifferent to the foreign media’s mockery, but netizens couldn’t sit still and @Lu Liang instead.

Because the Central Bank’s announcement had such a low impact on the Bitcoin market, it is inextricably linked to Lu Liang.

Xingheng Capital, managed by Tianxing Finance, is the largest Market Maker in the Bitcoin Asian market, still making relentless promotions in the Xiangjiang District and East Asian markets like Japan and Korea.

Though Tianxing Finance held Bitcoin first, and the Central Bank later announced restrictions on cryptocurrency development, it wasn’t as if Lu Liang was intentionally contrarian to the national stance.

But the past is the past, and they want to know Lu Liang’s current attitude to see if he will respond to the national call to reduce or clear Bitcoin holdings to increase the Central Bank’s announcement’s influence on the international market.

However, just as the public opinion concerning Lu Liang started to ferment, the entertainment industry exploded with bombshell news that night.

First, a certain Zhang surname sports star broke up with his star girlfriend, and then insiders exposed him as a long-term gambler who often went to Macau and owed huge debts at various casinos. .

As soon as the news broke, public opinion boiled over, and netizens flooded into the Zhang surname sports star’s Weibo to question him.

Although the anonymous user who exposed him didn’t mention his name directly, the fact that a Zhang surname sports star with a star girlfriend was being referred to was already obvious, only a step away from reading out his ID number.

’Champion turned gambler?’

The questioning voices swept across various platforms, dominating trending searches.

In no time, no one was interested in Lu Liang’s stance on Bitcoin anymore.

The heat waned continuously, and related topics and trending keywords quietly disappeared.

Lu Liang learned of this and chuckled out loud, "Who did this?"

Sun Zheyuan shook his head, somewhat unsure, "Maybe it was Mr. Yang, or it could’ve been Mr. Wu."

After all, at Lu Liang’s level, some problems don’t even reach him before being solved by some friends.

This is good, but sometimes, good intentions can lead to bad outcomes, Sun Zheyuan cautiously asked, "Mr. Lu, should I look into it?"

"No need." Lu Liang shook his head with a smile, he had no intention of paying attention to online public opinion, not because he didn’t care, but because it wasn’t necessary.

Because in a few days, it will be National Day, and by then, all unimportant news will be overshadowed by the joy of the Golden Week and the anniversary celebrations.

"Go to the State Guesthouse," Lu Liang said.

As National Day approaches, people from all circles pour into Beijing, either invited to ceremonies or holding various meetings while the crowd gathers, creating bustling activity.

This also includes Ma Yun, who had been absent for a long time. Lu Liang just received news that Old Ma had also arrived in Beijing early and had checked into the State Guesthouse, and the two arranged to meet and chat.

Half an hour later, Lu Liang arrived at the State Guesthouse, close to Central, with visibly increased security personnel nearby.

Red lanterns hung high along the road, and red flags fluttered, making people feel as if they were in a sea of red.

The restaurant at the State Guesthouse was bustling, with people coming and going, engaging in witty banter without any laypersons present. It was likely that a random brick thrown could hit a few moguls from the national rich list or experts and scholars with outstanding contributions to their industries.

"Lu Liang is here."

As someone softly exclaimed, everyone’s eyes turned toward the entrance.

Lu Liang, in a light blue casual suit, strode forward in large strides, heading straight for Old Ma.

From a distance, Lu Liang saw Old Ma sitting by the window, nodded and slightly bowed to a few familiar faces along the way, then quickly approached.

He sat directly across from Ma Yun with a smile on his face, "Mr. Ma, long time no see, your aura is increasingly transcendent."

Ma Yun glanced at Lu Liang, chuckling, "Mr. Lu, are you complimenting me or mocking me?"

He had a very clear understanding of his image, old, short, and ugly, with looks that didn’t quite fit the mainstream aesthetic.

In the past, he could rely on the spirit of a scholar to go boldly forward, with a strong soul propping up this body, causing people to overlook his appearance.

But now, having faded from the scene for over half a year, he no longer had the zest of the past.

If it were not for the support of neat clothing, claiming he wasn’t an old farmer from the fields might be hard to believe.

"Mr. Ma, why belittle yourself?" Lu Liang couldn’t help but frown, remembering earlier this year when he had seen Old Ma.

At that time, Old Ma’s image was not much different from now, but there was always an unyielding glimmer in his eyes, always thinking of one day making a comeback.

But upon this meeting, the unyielding glimmer had turned into acceptance, even mixed with a hint of helplessness, giving off a sense of resignation.

"Mr. Lu, the weather is quite nice today, shall we take a walk in the garden?" Ma Yun suddenly suggested, and after thinking it over, Lu Liang nodded.

The two left the restaurant, walked side by side, strolled through the courtyard garden of the State Guesthouse, gradually moving deeper, and arrived by the artificial lake.

Beijing’s four seasons are very distinct; the greenery by the lakeside blooms in spring, flourishes in summer, withers in autumn, and decays in winter.

Old Ma was walking and suddenly picked a rare begonia flower from the roadside branches.

He stared at the flower’s stamen, lost in thought: "Mr. Lu, what do you think this flower turns into after it wilts and falls to the ground?"

The smile on Lu Liang’s face gradually faded, and he said in a low voice, "I suppose it becomes next year’s fertilizer."

"Yes, next year’s fertilizer." Old Ma laughed self-mockingly, repeating to himself.

A moment later, he threw away the flower in his hand, stretched lazily, turned to Lu Liang with a big smile, and said, "After the celebration, I should stay in Tokyo for a while."

Without the halo of protection, there are some people he cannot provoke, only avoid, because those people not only want his power but also his money, and perhaps eventually his life.

After all, what could be worse than people? For himself, or for the sake of his family, he should plan ahead.

Lu Liang remained silent for a long time, as if seeing through Old Ma’s predicament. He asked, "Do you need my help?"

Old Ma smiled with relief: "No need."

He sighed, saying: "Your development is quite good now, so many choices."

Lu Liang withdrew at the right time, and his choices were very wise, so his future outcome will certainly be better than Old Ma’s.

"Just standing on the shoulders of giants, these past two years I owe it to your guidance." Lu Liang said softly.

He continued, "I’ve cultivated an agent in Neon. If you’re restless, you could go check it out, give some advice."

Old Ma is 55 this year. Although he just fits the retirement age for system employees, if one achieves a certain status, the retirement age is often deferred by five to ten years.

Whether it’s Sakurada Miyuki, Ota Renjun, Xu Jiawei, or Sato Tatsuya, they’re all too young, and with Old Ma’s help, they could definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"No more ideas, just want to find a quiet place to live out my days in peace." Old Ma shook his head and smiled.

Lu Liang frowned: "I know I probably shouldn’t ask, but I still want to know, what happened?"

Old Ma laughed: "You know you shouldn’t ask, and yet you ask?"

"Always curious."

"Don’t be too curious, it can affect your judgment and choices."

Old Ma looked at Lu Liang and sighed: "My experiences offer no reference value."

Lu Liang also looked at Old Ma, his brows furrowed, and after a long silence, he did not ask further.

September 30th, the day before National Day.

To celebrate the 70th anniversary, CCTV launched a special program titled "70 Years 70 Enterprises 70 People."

The four-year-and-five-month-old Tianxing Finance and the three-year-and-two-month-old Tianxing Automobile were both selected in the category of 70 Enterprises, and 34-year-old Lu Liang, born in 1985, was also selected in 70 People, becoming the youngest among them.

The next morning, he went up the city tower to observe the ceremony with others. Among the crowd of elders, his handsome face stood out, like a dazzling bright pearl, impossible to ignore.

This scene was broadcasted through cameras to thousands of households.

"Mom, is that Uncle Lu?"

In a residential area in the Jin’an District of Modu, an 11-year-old, beautifully poised little girl pointed at the screen, her face full of surprise.

She remembered a few years ago, her mother had a boyfriend who was very nice to her and her grandmother, even once going to school to stand up for her, so that in recent years, no one dared to bully her at school, and the class teacher and principal would often check in on her.

But this uncle, after giving her a gift, suddenly disappeared from their lives.

She once asked her mother why the uncle disappeared, but her mother didn’t tell her, and she didn’t press further.

"Your Uncle Lu is getting more and more successful." The woman looked at Lu Liang, who the camera particularly liked, filled with a wandering mind.

She met Lu Liang five years ago, when he was just a real estate agent making five calls a day, trying to persuade her to look at houses.

Although it was only five short years, as the officer said yesterday, 70 years pass in a flash, and now the country is strong, our planes no longer need to fly a second time.

"Xiaoguai, you accompany Grandma and watch slowly, I’ll make breakfast, call me when the parade starts."

She turned her head to look at the full-length mirror on the wall; seeing her reflection, she suddenly smiled with relief, no longer lost in thought.

After years in the restaurant business, being kind to people, dealing with oil and smoke every day, her gaze has lost the sharpness it once had in the nightlife, and her figure is no longer as graceful and attractive due to overwork.

Those few months were like a beautiful dream, a compensation for the regret of poor choices in her youth.

She cherished those times, but if given the choice again, she would make the same decision.

With a child, her primary identity is that of a mother; whether as a lover or even as a wife, these come after being a mother.

The little girl watched her mother busy in the kitchen, then looked at Lu Liang among the crowd on the screen.

When dad left, mom didn’t cry,

But when uncle left, mom cried for several nights.

She decided she must ask clearly in the future.