Chapter 75 Chapter 75

An Jiyue frowned. Lu Ye barely ate anything throughout the entire meal, his gaze occasionally drifting to his silent phone.

Perhaps everyone knew that the new fund he was in charge of would officially start public subscription tomorrow, so the major work groups that usually tagged Lu Ye crazily were all silent today.

Lu Ye's face, as cold as a cedar, remained calm, but his mind was obviously distracted. The little bit of mind that remained was only for An Jiuyue who was beside him.

He remained silent in thought until she had completely cleared away all the lunch boxes on the table, as if he was completely immersed in his own world.

An Jiyue sat down beside him lightly, and finally couldn't help but push him.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Lu Ye came back to his senses.

"You should go to bed." An Jiyue looked at the shadows under his eyes and said seriously.

Lu Ye glanced behind him. An Jiyue had unknowingly gathered his pillow in her arms and was fluffing it up for him. Her brows furrowed as she alternated her hands, patting the deformed sponge like a cat rubbing its milk.

He put his worries aside for a moment, reached out and stroked her hair, and heard An Jiyue suddenly ask:

"Lu Ye, do you remember the class we took together in college? One time, we were divided into groups to prepare pre-sessional materials. Everything else was fine except for the case study. The student in charge of that part promised to finish it the next day, but he didn't hand it in before class."

Lu Ye thought about it, and his impeccable memory pulled up the archive from that year: "I remember, it was the 'Corporate Finance' class. We almost failed as a group."

An Jiyue nodded and said, "Yes. How did we get a break later?"

Lu Ye smiled helplessly. "The teaching assistant for that course noticed our regular grades were pretty good when she was recording our grades. She felt it was a shame that we failed the course directly because we were missing content from the group pre-test. So she went to the professor and asked him to allow us to make up for it."

An Jiyue glanced at him, her small nose raised high. She snorted softly, "Yeah, yeah, don't drag us into this. That senior just felt it was a pity to lose such a smart and handsome junior like you."

Lu Ye narrowed his eyes at her deliberate expression. His Ji Yue never hid his little sorrow in his heart. It was a small matter that he didn't think was a big deal back then. She mentioned it today just to make him happy.

He pretended to be serious: "Is that so? Then you are really benefiting from my help."

An Jiyue bumped her shoulder against him, her face full of dissatisfaction: "Even if Senior Sister didn't save you, a strict and upright person like the professor wouldn't let us fail the course without doing anything."

"How do you know?"

An Jiyue glanced at him mysteriously: "That professor... is my father's friend."

Lu Ye said "Oh" as a matter of course. He was now at peace with his girlfriend's unusual family background.

He slowly recalled, "No wonder you were so nonchalant about the possibility of failing the course."

Lu Ye remembered that when the professor saw their incomplete slides, he coldly announced that the group's pre-examination score was 0. The whole group was shocked, and two girls were on the verge of tears. Even Lu Ye, who was usually calm and composed, wanted to stand up and speak for his group, but An Jiyue held him firmly in his seat.

The girl's velvety pupils flickered with a brown light. She shook her head softly, still calmly listening to the professor's criticism of their lack of seriousness. When the class was over and everyone was about to rush to block the professor's path, An Jiyue suddenly stood up and stopped them.

"I just asked the seniors two classes above me, as well as my friends in the School of Economics, and they said this professor has never failed a single student."

She waved the chat history on her phone and said, "Even if we want to ask the professor for leniency, we still need to provide a complete copy of the Pre materials first, right?"

She pointed to Lu Ye's laptop screen, where most of the case analysis page was already completed, which was exactly the content they were missing.

Lu Ye's eyelashes trembled, and his well-defined fingers slowly stroked the touchpad. His eyes gradually shifted from the screen to meet An Jiuyue who was standing beside him.

The girl's brown eyes were bright and clear, and she didn't seem to have much scheming in her mind, but she could calmly and easily detect his dark thoughts.

There was no need for them to say anything. The moment An Jiyue held him, they understood each other.

"But at the time, I didn't know either." An Jiyue raised her hand innocently. "I just thought, 'When the enemy comes, the general will fight, when the water comes, the earth will cover it.' The professor was angry, and he was angry because we didn't prepare the slides. I've verified with others that the professor is a fair and friendly teacher. Since the judge is fair enough, then we will do everything we can, apply for a retrial, and wait for the verdict."

Lu Ye raised his eyebrows, a smile flickering in the corners of his eyes: "The idea is very clear. But I remember, I am in the law school?"

An Jiyue was pleased with herself, but she didn't forget to coax him: "That's because you taught well."

Lu Ye smiled gently and asked, "What if you encounter a judge who is not upright and unpredictable?"

An Jiyue straightened her voice, her eyes determined. "If a judge loses the essence of fairness, denies all the evidence you can present, and erases all the effort you have put in, then the trial will lose its meaning. In that case, I will use my own way to achieve what I believe is justice."

Lu Ye's breathing stopped for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He understood everything that was said before, except for the last sentence, which he did not dare to understand.

"Go to sleep." An Jiyue smiled at him, stood up, and put the pillow in her arms back on the sofa. "Good night, Manager Lu."

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The conference hall rented by Company Z was located on the upper floors of City S's most prestigious financial building. From outside, the floor seemed almost submerged in mist, and the elevators had been running up and down non-stop since early morning.

Due to the large number of invited and registered institutions and investors, the venues are divided into primary and secondary ones. Lu Ye will conduct a formal subscription launch roadshow at the main venue, with simultaneous audio and video at the secondary venue.

The executives of Company Z received instructions from the chairman and came to the venue early in the morning. They had no other intentions but to support Lu Ye.

Qin Jianhe, a vice president-level leader, was also at the entrance to greet guests today, specifically those investors who had already expressed their intention to subscribe. These people were the core base for today. If they could keep them in check, the initial subscription figures would be exceptionally impressive.

Shen Xingyu, along with his staff, settled today's potential investors one by one. These people also didn't want to be neglected. Even if they could attract a big shot, a wave of their hand might directly determine the life or death of the fund.

One on the left and one on the right, they were like a pair of door gods, nodding and shaking hands with every visitor. They also glanced at the podium that had been set up, and worried about Lu Ye.

Lu Ye should have been concentrating on the roadshow these past few days, carefully preparing his speech. However, due to the subscription gap, he had to scramble back and forth to explain the investment principles of his model to potential investors. Sometimes he couldn't even drink a sip of water for half a day, and even his voice was hoarse yesterday.

Everyone in the company had no doubts about Lu Ye's abilities. But he wasn't taking the stage today with a sense of ease. He felt a heavy burden weighing on his heart. If his performance was affected, all his hard work would be wasted.

These executives who are there to support the company are a double-edged sword. Although they can demonstrate the company's attention to this newly launched fund, they also invisibly put more pressure on Lu Ye.

The venue quickly filled up. The executive vice president of company Z presided over the meeting, briefly welcoming the delegates and then giving a detailed personal introduction to Lu Ye.

“… He rose to the position of Chief of the Macro Group within three years of joining the industry, breaking the industry’s nearly 20-year record for being the youngest Chief, and was awarded Best Analyst for three consecutive years…”

"...Since joining the second-level department of Company Z, over 90% of the forecast reports I send out have been verified as correct trends, with some even showing accurate predictions down to the single digit..."

"...This newly launched fund is the culmination of his investment practice. Some of you here value investment efficiency, while others prefer a long-term, lucrative investment. This fund perfectly covers all investment needs in terms of both trading and value attributes... Let's leave the rest of our time to Lu Ye!"

Under the gazes of countless people, Lu Yemu walked towards the center of the stage. His well-cut black shirt was straight and neat on him.

He looked humble and bowed slightly. After standing up, he looked calm and composed, with a resolute brow and a stunning aura in his cold and indifferent eyes.

Lu Ye greeted the representatives of each investor slowly. As he turned the pages of the carefully prepared roadshow materials, he solemnly introduced the strategic logic of the entire fund.

It progressed from simple to complex, with every detail being so detailed that the entire audience was in complete silence.

A fund's initial style often reflects the manager's investment preferences and personality. The weightings of various themes and the proportions of various asset classes are like parameters written in a product prospectus; investors can easily understand them with a glance.

However, the fate of most fund products is like that of displaced refugees. When encountering a downturn or market fluctuations, no single style can withstand an all-round collapse.

This is why many experienced investors don't believe the nonsense of fund managers, believing they are just exaggerating. When the storm comes, these funds will either stick to their course and fight against the storm, or lose themselves by chasing the market up and down.

They had long been immune to this kind of watered-down roadshow, but they were completely attracted by Lu Ye's roadshow today.

His approach is completely different. At a time when market imagination is abundant, he has refrained from aggressively pursuing growth opportunities. Instead, he has allocated a significant portion of his expected positions to high-quality blue-chip stocks. To meet the needs of his trading clients, he has also allocated a portion of his funds to specialized, proven, mid- and high-frequency trading.

Many experienced investment representatives began to wonder what type of style Lu Ye had.

The answer is, he has no style. All of Lu Ye's decisions are based on rigorous reasoning. Compared to gossip and exaggerated interpretations, he seeks truth from facts and draws on the best of all schools of thought. As a result, every strategy he launches is convincing.

Halfway through the roadshow, many people in the backstage were already whispering to each other, and there was no shortage of praise for the young and steady financial newcomer on the stage. Some were even quietly discussing what price they would have to offer to poach him from their own institutions.

Amidst the throbbing crowd, a complex gaze remained fixed on Lu Ye. A mixture of admiration, bewilderment, and the unavoidable reserve and distance mingled as Zhong Xinli's eyes shifted towards the tall, graceful young man on the stage.