Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 206 - 204 Chaos

In the morning, at 9:27.

Wang Jian looked down at McDonnell, Lehman, and the many suited investors as he read the final line of his prepared remarks.

"Thank you all for your support of Twitter. You definitely won’t be disappointed."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for a very exciting presentation. Now, I would like to invite the staff of Twitter," the supporter said.

Tom, Dorsey, Sarah, and others walked onto the stage one by one, embracing Wang Jian.

Then, everyone watched the NASDAQ clock and began the countdown.

"10, 9, 8..."

Wang Jian felt Tom and Dorsey’s bodies trembling slightly.

"5, 4, 3..."

It seemed as if he saw two girls, one plump and one slim, running over.

"2, 1"

As Wang Jian pressed the electronic button, confetti fluttered down from the roof of the NASDAQ building.

And on the large screen at NASDAQ, a blue bird fluttered across repeatedly.

"Hehe," the host quipped at the side, "That’s the advantage of being listed on NASDAQ. The New York Stock Exchange doesn’t have these."

However, at that moment, no one in the audience cared about the difference between the New York Stock Exchange and NASDAQ; they were all staring at the big screen.

"Buying at 28.5 US Dollars, no selling."

"Buying at 29 US Dollars, no selling."

"This..." Dorsey looked at Wang Jian, trembling as he asked, "has it already risen by one US Dollar?"

"Yes," Lehman couldn’t help but laugh loudly, "Congratulations, Dorsey."

"You’ve become a true millionaire."

"And you," Lehman said with a laugh, looking at Wang Jian, "are another Asian billionaire to emerge from an internet company going public, following Yang Zhiyuan."

"Damn it, just how much stock do I actually own in Twitter?" Wang Jian was utterly detesting this convoluted stock ownership arrangement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Madoff said with a smile, stepping forward and pointing at the big screen, "we should head to the VIP room now."

At that moment, a wave of exclamation came from beneath the NASDAQ building.

"That’s the Twitter logo, I use it often!"

"Haha, Twitter has finally successfully gone public."

Dorsey’s girlfriend glanced at the big screen and hurried to the window, "Has Twitter’s market share really grown this high?"

"Indeed, a company that develops early holds a tremendous advantage."

"It seems that when I return to Stanford University, I need to push Larry Page to speed up the development."

And she wasn’t the only one with that question; the reporter from NBC downstairs also had doubts.

This place was a gathering spot for sports fans, who clearly should prefer outdoor sports.

"This doesn’t overlap at all with internet nerds!"

"Could the internet really represent the future direction of media?"

At that moment, the photographer reminded, "We need to get shots of Twitter’s public listing on NASDAQ’s screen."

"Oh, right." The reporter quickly shook his head and stepped in front of the camera.

After signaling "ok" to the photographer, he pointed behind him, "Today, an internet media company named Twitter has gone public on NASDAQ."

The reporter smiled briefly and continued, "And it is understood that the largest shareholder of this enterprise is none other than the renowned bestselling author Wang Jian."

"This author made his mark in the literary world beginning with last year’s ’I’m a Great Mage.’"

"He is not only famous for his novel concepts but also for his frightening writing speed."

"However, recently some have begun to question whether he is running out of inspiration, as there’s been a noticeable slowdown in his writing pace."

"Fans of this author need not worry; he is still at the peak of his creativity."

"As for the slowdown in his writing speed..." the reporter pointed at Twitter, shrugged, and flashed an ambiguous smile.

"Alright, after we get back, we’ll just need a few extras to act as fans, and this task will be considered complete," the reporter said with a laugh.

"Uh," the photographer glanced at his watch and pointed down the street, "we should continue with the live broadcast task now."

"NBC paid a hefty sum in US Dollars to exclusively broadcast the torch relay in New York."

"Uh," the reporter nodded, "as Ewing arrives, NBC’s broadcast will switch to us."

"Right," he instructed the photographer, "keep an eye on getting shots comparing Ewing and Twitter."

"Understood." The photographer nodded, smiling, "That will make the report below more realistic."

"Hey, this is the studio, prepare to switch the live feed."

The reporter gestured to the photographer, picked up the microphone, and immediately responded, "All set, ready to switch."

"Switching officially at 9:55, 5, 4..."

...

"Wang," Lehman came over and whispered, "It’s almost ten, we need to go take the photo."

Wang Jian turned his head to look at Lehman, nodded in confusion.

Since Twitter’s IPO started, there had been no sell orders yet.

"32 US Dollars, still no sell orders!" Tom’s voice couldn’t hide his excitement.

"Alright." Wang Jian shook his head, gave Tom a pat on the shoulder, "If you don’t want to get crushed by the fans, we should go out for the photo now."

"Can’t we just skip it?" Jack Dorsey’s eyes were glued to the computer screen, not wanting to leave for a moment.

"There was once a company that didn’t follow this rule..." Lehman shrugged his shoulders, "But, it went bankrupt pretty quickly."

"Fuck." Tom gave Lehman the middle finger, angrily stood up.

Wang Jian couldn’t help but smile at Lehman, "Why are you teasing them?"

...

"Look at the entrance of NASDAQ," the photographer reminded the reporter.

The reporter turned his head to see many uniformed security guards running out.

"Huh?" He lifted his watch, puzzled by the time.

"Ten? It should still be half an hour before the photo."

"Could it have been moved up?"

"Ewing, Ewing is coming!" a fan shouted loudly, voice full of excitement.

New York hero Ewing, receiving fervent worship from the fans.

And behind the fans, stood the symbol of violence, the security, crowding around the newly listed bestselling author?

"Oh my goodness!" the reporter rejoiced internally, "Is there a more ironic scene than this?"

"This year’s Pulitzer for news, it might just be mine!"

He directed the photographer, "Make sure to switch the shot!"

The photographer looked in two directions several times, also showing an excited expression.

And Wang Jian, just stepping out of the NASDAQ, exclaimed in his heart, "Holy shit!"

"Is this like gathering all the Madison Square Garden’s audience into this less than 30 meters long stretch?"

"Heh, Ewing is the hero of this city," Lehman said with a laugh.

"Look at these thousands of fans, all here for him."

Damn, let’s hurry up and take the picture, then head back to the exchange.

"This...is triggering my claustrophobia," Wang Jian muttered to himself.

Lehman smiled, nodded, and made a gesture to proceed.

Just then, someone shouted loudly, "Ewing, Ewing is coming!"

Wang Jian paused, thinking about heading back to the exchange first.

Suddenly, a burst of bright whistles sounded.

"Wang, Wang is out!"

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