"What else can we do?"
"We can only play tough when we're actually soft."
Lu Liang sighed, and after a moment of contemplation, the corners of his mouth gradually lifted into a smile that returned to his face.
These international institutions were more rational than he had imagined, not swayed by emotions. That was bad, but also good.
It meant they were not united as one; the so-called glory of Wall Street was not worth mentioning before personal interests.
Since they could unite over mutual interests, it also meant that, as long as their goals aligned in the future, Lu Liang could become collaborators with them.
Though the tuition was expensive, it was not without its gains— at least Lu Liang did not have to always consider them as hypothetical enemies.
It also made Lu Liang realize that with his current size and reputation, he no longer was a butterfly; a large trading volume was sufficient to drive the market, a small one could change the market.
