After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future

Chapter 3: Monster Stocks Are Coming

“Multiple unexcused absences, blatant disregard for company rules—I’m reporting your misconduct to headquarters.”

“Manager Liu, you feeling nervous? That soft tone of yours isn’t exactly convincing. Let’s wait until you have an actual termination notice before making a fuss.”

Their words clashed like two blades. Lu Liang was unrestrained, while Liu Jianchun, who’d spent most of his time in his office, was visibly flustered, his face turning red as if he might explode any moment.

Lu Liang had been fed up with Liu Jianchun for ages. A connected man sent from headquarters, all Liu ever did was put on airs.

Back then, with a family to provide for and a mortgage to pay, Lu Liang had to endure, swallowing his pride time and time again.

But now? He was a free man, with no obligations. He wasn’t afraid of anything.

Xiao Wen watched in alarm, whispering softly, “Brother Lu, maybe it’s better to tone it down a little?”

Ignoring her, Lu Liang smirked, provoking Liu into a fit. “What are you standing around for? Get out there and chase sales instead of waiting for lunch!” Liu roared.

“O-okay…” Xiao Wen turned pale and hurried back to her workstation, her shoulders trembling.

“Liu Jianchun, other than yelling at people, what else can you do?” Lu Liang shot him a sharp look, then turned and smiled gently at Xiao Wen. “Wenwen, I’ll pass a few clients over to you. Keep in touch with them, you might close a couple of deals.”

“B-Brother Lu, are you quitting?” Xiao Wen’s voice wavered, her worried expression pulling at his heartstrings.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m not quitting. If I quit, Manager Liu would be way too happy. Isn’t that right, Manager Liu?”

After calming Xiao Wen, Lu Liang walked to the attendance area and scanned his face. “Consider today a case of tardiness and early leave. Deduct my pay however you want. I’ve got things to do, so I’m heading out.”

“Have a nice day, everyone.”

With that, he left, not looking back at the frustrated, red-faced Liu Jianchun. He felt refreshed, like a weight had lifted from his mind.

“What are you all staring at? Get back to work!”

Grinding his teeth, Liu returned to his office, desperate to report Lu Liang to headquarters and have him fired.

The slam of the door echoed.

But Liu’s threats couldn’t silence the office gossip.

“D*mn, Brother Lu’s so cool!”

“He’s cool, alright, but he’s not thinking about the consequences.”

“Brother Lu’s divorced, no wife, no kids, just himself to feed. Worst case, he takes a break for a while. No big deal.”

“Just goes to show, what does marriage even bring to men? Without those shackles, he’s got this whole new charisma.”

“Wenwen, stop daydreaming. Go follow up on those clients. You’re lucky he left you those leads.”

“Right, Brother Lu’s clients are solid. If you close some deals, treat us, okay? If you need help, I’m more than happy to assist.”

“Quit with the calculations, you’re too obvious. Wenwen, ignore them.”

Biting her lip, Xiao Wen gazed at the door, a hint of concern in her eyes.

…

“Cool? Yeah, I guess I was pretty cool.”

“But what’s next?”

Lu Liang wandered around the mall, appreciating the warmth inside as the outside weather remained chilly.

He’d bought 5,000 entry slots for IPOs, but he’d have to wait until tomorrow’s results to see how many shares he’d won.

If the news he’d received was accurate, the stock would go public in two days and hit 37 consecutive price limits within 40 days.

But that also meant he’d have two months, maybe even two and a half, with little else to do.

“Looks like I’m getting a bit of a belly.”

Sipping coffee, he glanced down at the small bulge in his abdomen.

Before marriage, he’d still occasionally go hiking, play ball with friends. But the strains of family and work had worn him down until he just wanted to lie around. Ꞧä𐌽ȫΒЁṦ

Now he was out of shape, only able to wear XXL clothes.

Suddenly inspired, he hailed a cab to the hospital and got a full check-up, inside and out.

As you age, little issues crop up more and more often. He’d been wanting a check-up for ages, just hadn’t found the time.

The results came back with mild fatty liver, slightly elevated blood lipids, and some respiratory inflammation.

Nothing major, but who knew when these minor issues might turn into something bigger?

“With two months of free time, might as well work on my health.”

Lu Liang decided to focus on getting in shape. He didn’t aim for six-pack abs, but at the very least, he wanted to flatten his stomach and lower his blood lipids, aiming to get back to his ideal weight of 181 cm and 75 kg.

That evening, Lu Liang returned to his apartment.

He found a bag of fruit hanging on his door with a note: “Sorry again for what happened last night.”

Chuckling, he knocked on the door across the hall. No one answered, so he left the fruit in front of her door and was about to return to his place when he heard a door behind him open.

“I’ve been waiting for you. You were out all day,” Li Manli said hesitantly. She had changed into a white blouse, black leather skirt, and had a black ribbon around her neck.

Her makeup was carefully done, with eyeshadow, blush, and a faint shimmer over her eyelids.

She looked young, stylish, and brimming with youthful charm, a mix of sweetness and allure.

“Is there something you need?” Lu Liang asked, pausing.

“Thank you for helping me last night.” She mustered the courage to offer the fruit to him again. “Would you please accept it?”

“My name’s Lu Liang, not ‘Hey you.’” He replied calmly, his anger mostly dissipated after a day.

“Brother Liang, would you please take it?” She asked, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Next time, don’t drink so much.” He took the fruit, feeling no guilt.

“Alright, bye-bye.”

Relieved, Li Manli hurried off.

“What kind of nightlife job does she have?”

Lu Liang stroked his chin, watching her leave.

Coming home drunk at 2 or 3 a.m. on a weeknight, dressed up at night to go out again—it wasn’t hard to guess her line of work.

…

The next day, Lu Liang kicked off his fitness plan.

He started with a slow, untimed one-kilometer jog, aiming to build up to a seven-minute-per-kilometer pace over ten kilometers.

For lunch, he stuck to quality proteins like beef and shrimp, with fiber-rich foods like corn and sweet potatoes.

His daily routine involved a half-hour walk after lunch for digestion, followed by a 90-minute nap.

But at 1 p.m., the results for his Baofeng Technology IPO application were coming out, so he skipped his nap to wait.

By 1:05, his stockbroker Zhao Haisheng called to report that his 5,000 entries had yielded 68 successful shares.

On the ChiNext board, each share meant 500 stocks—he now had 34,000 shares, each priced at 7.14 RMB, totaling 242,700 RMB.

After completing the payment, Lu Liang pooled his remaining funds, ending up with 307,300 RMB left.

Over the following days, he kept up his new routine of exercise, healthy eating, and regular sleep.

On March 24, Baofeng Technology was listed as scheduled, and like all IPOs, it hit the price ceiling immediately.

One day, two days…

One week, two weeks, three weeks…

It gained the maximum 10% daily increase for fifteen consecutive trading days.

The stock’s trade volume remained tight, with a turnover rate still below 5% on the fifteenth trading day.

The market started to sense something unusual.

Something felt... magical.

By the last trading day, the stock price had risen to 29.82 RMB, a 4.16x increase from its IPO price.

Lu Liang’s 34,000 shares, initially worth 242,700 RMB, had skyrocketed to 1,013,800 RMB.

“Fifteen consecutive price limits, now at 29.82 RMB. Telling people it’ll go tenfold wouldn’t be easy to believe.”

Lu Liang had dabbled in stocks before, but he always ended up losing and had to cut his losses.

But now, with knowledge of future events, it was an excellent chance to learn.

He carefully monitored capital inflows and outflows, read every news article, and sought to understand the patterns within.

If he could just grasp a bit of this knowledge, even if he no longer received hints from the future, he could still use his experience and this first windfall to live a comfortable life.

Lu Liang firmly believed that financial markets had their patterns, especially a closed system like the A-shares market.

Just as with the domestic entertainment industry, where capital sought predictability, producing homogeneous films and churning out similar stars.

Capital wanted stability—akin to a hit production or a breakout star with mass appeal, reaching values between 50 and 100.

But if steady output was ensured, capital was willing to accept lower, more predictable values, even down to 80 or 70.

Finance was the heartland of capital, bound to have its rules.

Lu Liang may not have been a top student

but he had a sharp curiosity for things outside textbooks, especially anything related to making money.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have managed to establish a life in Shanghai after coming from a rural background and graduating from a vocational college.

He’d achieved what even some of the brightest college graduates struggled to do.

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