After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future

"This market has just developed; it's still a sprout that can't withstand any negative news. If we don't raise the threshold, I'm afraid there will be many companies scamming subsidies to make up the numbers."

Lu Liang's expression was grave as he shared his concerns with the leaders. This matter was indeed inconvenient for Old Wang to mention first.

If BYD were to raise the issue first, it would probably leave a bad impression of being narrow-minded and closing doors as soon as they got on board.

They just want to block the road and ensure their company, their family prospers for eternity.

If Lu Liang were to mention it, there wouldn't be such worries because he only wanted to enter the market, but hadn't yet.

Raising the review threshold for new energy vehicles now was a restriction for him, but he didn't mind.

Seeing this, Old Wang quickly agreed, "Mr. Lu's worry is not without reason."

As a leader in the finance industry, Lu Liang knew very well that new energy was the hottest topic at the moment.

Take Big A for example. At the end of last year, there were only 53 new energy stocks, but that number has now surged to 115.

The amount has more than doubled, and companies, regardless of their relevance, all want to shamelessly latch on, just like internet companies that, no matter their previous specialty, ended up offering everything.

But cars are different from other industries. If we don't raise the review threshold, it might lead to major disasters.

A young tree that isn't pruned doesn't grow straight. Now is the golden period for market development, and we must regulate our actions more."

"This is indeed a problem."

The leaders showed contemplation and indicated they would go back and discuss it, to introduce more regulated provisions.

The biggest difference between leaders from the south and the north is that southern leaders really listen to the opinions of enterprises.

They also don't indulge in excessive social drinking. Usually, after discussing business and a little chit-chat, they eat and go their separate ways.

At the door, he saw off the leaders.

Old Wang asked with a smile, "Mr. Lu, are you heading back to Modu?"

Lu Liang nodded, "The NIO ES8 is launching tomorrow."

"Equipped with Tianxing OS?"

"Mr. Wang is really well-informed."

Old Wang chuckled, "It's not that I'm well-informed, but NIO's Mr. Li can't stay idle."

Since yesterday, the internet had been bustling as digital armies began to vigorously promote the upcoming NIO vehicle.

All sorts of rumors flew everywhere, with numerous supposed insiders revealing to media that NIO's vehicle system was far ahead, enough to match or even surpass Tesla.

Li Bing, this guy, may fool outsiders, but he can't fool industry insiders.

Although the car system hasn't been launched yet, hyping it up as a selling point indicates that there must be something commendable.

NIO was simultaneously developing a new car, building factories, and constructing battery exchange stations, advancing on three fronts.

According to available data, to date, NIO only had 680 million US Dollars. Where would they have the spare money to develop vehicle systems unless, predictably, it was Lu Liang's doing?

Lu Liang asked with a smile, "Mr. Wang, is BYD also interested?"

Old Wang glanced and said indifferently, "DiLink has been in development for several years, and if that fails, there's always Huawei's HongMeng next door."

"HongMeng? Is Mr. Ren also planning to enter the fray?" Lu Liang's brows furrowed; his biggest fear was coming true.

These smartphone manufacturers also plan to enter the new energy market and take a slice of the pie.

Once they enter, they will directly compete with Tianxing OS.

"There's always more than one burrow for a cunning rabbit."

Old Wang gave a slight smile, his tone tinged with a teacher's instructiveness, "These big companies won't miss any opportunity, whether there's a rabbit or not, they will take action first and ask questions later."

Hearing this, Lu Liang fell into deep thought.

Every company wants eternal prosperity. As long as there's money, they'll cast a wide net, hoping for success somewhere if not everywhere.

Old Wang's words were a wake-up call.

Recently, Lei Jun had mentioned wanting to visit Tianxing Technology in Beijing.

Was his idea similar to his?

The more Lu Liang thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Beyond smartphones, Xiaomi had already reached out into the appliance sector.

Xiaomi's development path was almost identical to LeEco's, except that Lei Jun was action-oriented while Old Jia was all talk.

Once the market picked up, Xiaomi entering car manufacturing was inevitable.

"Mr. Lu, I'll take my leave first." Old Wang smiled warmly.

Two days ago, he had taken Lu Liang to visit the Hexagonal Building. Afterwards, someone had told him a story.

A search architect, after having been away for over nine months, returned and became the founder of a unicorn company.

As a result, two rumors circulated within the Beijing Circle—the first among leaders of major companies: secure against fire, theft, and Lu Liang.

The second, among senior management of major companies, to trust Lu Liang was to get rich quickly, with Yang Zhenyuan being the prime example.

Old Wang wasn't sure if he was letting the wolf through the door that day, but it didn't stop him from trying to give Lu Liang some trouble.

The idea of Tianxing OS was common knowledge, but compared to tech companies, it was like the light of fireflies against the bright moon.

"Mr. Wang, take care,"

Lu Liang said with a smile, waiting for Old Wang to leave before the smile slowly faded from his face.

He realized that Old Wang was causing him anxiety, but was also indeed giving him a warning.

If Hongmeng had ideas, then surely Pengpai, Boundaryless, and Le Chu did as well.

They would be more advantageous in developing vehicle systems, although Weili and Wuling were equipped with Tianxing OS.

But on a national scale, these three companies were insignificant, with only Wuling having started mass production.

Smartphone manufacturers could easily collaborate with established automakers to launch their vehicle systems.

Time was running out for Tianxing OS.

"Next year is going to be a brutal one."

By nightfall, Lu Liang caught a flight.

He reached Modu by 2:30 a.m, walking out of the cabin, he involuntarily shivered and sneezed several times.

Although Modu is a southern coastal city, compared to Shenzhen, it might as well be in the north, with chilling winds and drizzling rain in mid-November, the temperature barely in the single digits.

Fang Shiyu drove out of the parking lot, "Brother, where are we heading?"

"Let's go home."

Lu Liang's voice was nasal, and he felt a bit dizzy and couldn't help but cough a few times.

He had felt off since returning from Liuzhou yesterday. After sleeping on the plane, his nose suddenly got blocked, and his throat was constantly itchy.

Fang Shiyu asked, "Which home?"

Lu Liang had several homes—Tangchen, She Mountain, Scholarly Splendor, and lately, he frequented Skyline, which also seemed to count as one.

If Lu Liang didn't clarify, Fang Shiyu really wouldn't know which one was truly his home.

After a pause, there was no response in the car.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look back, under the dim light, Lu Liang was breathing rapidly, and his complexion unusually flushed.

Fang Shiyu touched Lu Liang's forehead, then hurriedly called Chao, who had already reached home, "Chao, Mr. Lu seems to have a high fever."

"I just left the airport, take Mr. Lu to the hospital immediately, we will meet there, I am now contacting the hospital to prepare," Chao said calmly.

"Okay, I'm on my way."

Hearing this, Fang Shiyu changed from the usually stable driving mode to a furious one.

He learned to drive in the military, although he usually drove steadily, it didn't mean he only drove slowly.

From the airport to the hospital, a 20 kilometer distance, he got five speeding tickets and, due to excessive speed, attracted the attention of night patrol law enforcement.

Fang Shiyu chose to ignore the warnings, stepped on the accelerator, and in the city area, shot up to 130 km/h, and was eventually pulled over not far from the hospital.

The officer looked ahead at the building top's red lettering and asked, "Is there a patient in the car, needing to get to the hospital?"

Fang Shiyu hurriedly nodded, the officer thought for a moment and said, "Follow us, we'll go do a statement together later."

It didn't matter whether the car was good or bad, or who was in it. When it came to human life, even if it were a taxi, they would lead the way.

"Thank you."

Fang Shiyu showed gratitude, drove into the hospital, and the medical staff were all waiting outside, but Chao was nowhere to be seen.

He almost single-handedly lifted the 150-pound Lu Liang out of the car and placed him on a medical wheelchair.

The officer saw Lu Liang, somehow feeling he looked familiar, but couldn't quite place him, though he felt he was very famous.

Because the moment Lu Liang got out of the car, a few exclamations arose from the bystanders.

Although the emergency room at three in the morning wasn't as crowded as during the day, it was certainly not empty.

The officer, seeing the crowd gathering, frowned, "Sir, please inform other family members to come, then come with us."

Fang Shiyu called Chao, finding out midway that he had been in a car accident, stuck in traffic, and completely immobile.

Chao thought for a moment, "Shiyu, hand your phone to the officer, I'll talk to him."

"Officer, hello, the person just now is our Mr. Lu, Lu Liang from Tianxing Investment, I am his secretary, my name is Chao. Could you perhaps wait half an hour for me? There was a car accident on Tiantong Road, and I'm stuck."