Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 205 - 203 Preparation

Eight in the morning, Quinn Hotel.

A stretch Lincoln limousine slowly pulled up at the hotel entrance.

Then, the doorman opened the large doors, and Wang Jian and Sarah walked out of the hotel.

"Wang, I’m a bit nervous," Sarah whispered.

While helping Sarah into the car, Wang Jian laughed and said, "Everyone is nervous, just look at Dorsey."

After looking back, Sarah burst out laughing.

"What’s wrong with him? Didn’t he sleep all night?" Sarah asked.

Wang Jian, now sitting in the car, shook his head, "Last night, he drank a whole bottle of vodka."

After the other two couples also got in the car, it slowly started moving.

"I say, Lehman," Wang Jian looked towards the seat back against the driver’s side, joking, "you also look like you haven’t slept in a long while."

"Ha," Lehman rubbed his temple, smiling wryly in response, "It’s my first time managing an IPO, and it’s your first time going public."

"I guess everyone’s feelings are about the same."

"Alright," he said, his expression turning serious, "now, let’s go over the schedule one more time."

Wang Jian looked at Tom and Dorsey, nodded, and gestured for him to proceed.

"The bell-ringing ceremony for the new stock listing has to be completed before NASDAQ officially opens."

"So, the speech for Twitter will start at 9:15 AM."

Lehman looked up, nodding at Wang Jian and the others.

He flipped a page in his notebook and continued, "After that, the large screen outside of NASDAQ will start cycling Twitter’s logo, roughly from 9:30 AM to 10:30 AM."

"Traditionally, the company shareholders will stand in front of the screen for a group photo before the screen returns to normal."

"However," Lehman shrugged and said, "We’re going to take the group photo around 10 o’clock."

"After all, today is the Olympic Torch Relay Ceremony."

"And at 10:30 AM, New York’s city hero and basketball star Ewing will be passing by outside of NASDAQ."

"I believe you wouldn’t want to bump into the crazy fans, right?" Lehman looked at Wang Jian.

Wang Jian nodded, smiling and asking, "What’s next?"

"We can then go back to the VIP room and wait for Twitter’s initial trading share price."

"Our offering price referenced Netscape, set at 28 dollars per share."

"28 dollars..." Wang Jian, holding Sarah’s hand, began to calculate his paper wealth in his mind.

The website held 80% of Twitter’s shares, and he owned 55% of the website, which was the primary ratio.

Meanwhile, the website held a 3% stake in Sequoia Capital, and Sequoia owned 20% of Twitter’s shares.

"Damn, someone get me a calculator," Wang Jian sighed internally.

...

Meanwhile, the coordination center at Manhattan Police Department was a hive of activity.

"What, the Bronx District is canceling part of the route because of bomb rumors?"

A Black woman yelled into the phone, "But that’s the starting point; if that’s the case, the whole timing for the New York torch relay will have to be advanced."

"Understood, alert the police along the route, the media, and the Nasdaq Center."

But after she hung up the phone, her first thought was of her children at home.

"Anthony, if you want to see Ewing, you’ll have to leave half an hour early," she dialed her home number and spoke swiftly.

Next, she used the intercom to notify the patrol officers and the Manhattan Police Department’s spokesperson.

"Hmm," the Black woman shook her head, "I always feel as if... I’ve forgotten to notify somewhere."

Moments later, she took a sip of coffee and mumbled to herself, "Must be an illusion."

...

"Ewing’s fans should be wearing the NYK’s uniforms, right?" Leonard’s father stood on Wall Street mumbling to himself.

"How come, from what I can see, only about one-third of the people here are wearing NYK jerseys?"

"That’s right!" a young black man in an NYK jersey loudly agreed. "Anyone here to see Ewing but wearing another team’s jersey is a fake fan!"

"Heh heh." Leonard looked at the many "compatriots" around him and was simply overjoyed.

He squeezed his way to his father’s side and shouted, "I’m going to the restroom real quick."

"Let’s meet up under the bronze bull statue after it’s over."

"Didn’t you already go to the bathroom this morning?" his father asked loudly.

With the crowd pressing around him, his father helplessly waved his hand, "Just be careful on your own!"

"Got it." Leonard nodded and began pushing his way through the crowd.

The men up ahead wearing baseball caps and gathered together in NBA jerseys were the ones designated on Twitter as the coordinators for this event.

"I’m Leonard, from Tennessee." He approached the men and asked, "Is there anything you need help with?"

One of the men looked up at Leonard and said doubtfully, "Anomalies?"

Leonard nodded, "Yeah, anomalies."

The man pulled Leonard over to some large boxes, "Grab some t-shirts and distribute them based on people’s stances."

"Have the book friends wear them under their jerseys, and when Wang shows up," the man pointed at the whistle on his chest, "they’ll hear the whistle and everyone will take off their jerseys to reveal the t-shirts underneath."

T-shirts?

Leonard picked up a few white short sleeves with a puzzled look and saw images of vampires, huskies, and sea demons printed on them.

Beneath these images was written, "XXX organization sternly protests the deletion of related content by ABC."

"Wang, we will always support you!"

Leonard hesitated for a moment and slipped on a t-shirt with the image of a husky.

Hmm, compared to the other messy organizations, animal protection was more to his liking.

Leonard picked up a t-shirt and began looking in the crowd for fans wearing non-NYK jerseys.

Er... no, that’s not right.

Actually, there was no need to look because most of the people there were wearing other teams’ jerseys.

"Give me a vampire one."

"I’ll take sea demon."

"Demon, I’m a supporter of the Black Power movement."

Meanwhile, inside the Nasdaq VIP room.

Wang Jian was looking through the glass at the crowd below.

"Ewing really is a top star, so many fans from other teams have come to see his torch relay."

"That’s why we need to avoid Ewing and take the photos beforehand," Lehman walked up next to Wang Jian and also looked below.

"Otherwise, if those fans go crazy, we’ll easily get trampled."

"Right." Tom and Dorsey came over and nodded in agreement.

Downstairs, an NBC reporter, seeing the many fans, was ecstatic.

Downstairs, a famous athlete carrying a torch ran past, supported by numerous fans.

Upstairs, a famous author was seeking to go public, longing for a life drowned in money and fame.

"This is going to get me a promotion and a raise!"

The reporter patted the photographer on the shoulder and pointed across from the Nasdaq building.

"Let’s go over there."

"It’s easier to create a contrasting effect from that spot!"

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