"Mr. Lu, sorry to disturb you."
Old Jia felt embarrassed as Lu Liang was so straightforward, making any further interruptions seem rather shameless.
After all, he was once the top figure on the Growth Enterprise Market, treated with great respect wherever he went, as if he desperately needed Lu Liang's investment.
"Mr. Jia, I apologize," said Lu Liang calmly, watching Old Jia leave. It seemed the rumors were true: LeEco's financial situation was more severe than imagined.
Approaching two o'clock, guided by the staff on site, Lu Liang took his seat in the front row of the press conference, flanked by Jingwei's manager Zhang Ying and Meituan's Wang Xing.
Even though it was their first meeting, the three conversed amicably.
Wang Xing teased, "Mr. Lu, it looks like Mr. Li plans to leverage your golden signboard."
He glanced at the photographer on stage, whose lens often paused on Lu Liang, or swept past him.
