<h4>Chapter 1587: Chapter 1423: Microcrystalline Technology Going Public (Subscribe Please!)</h4>
March 3rd.
United States.
Times Square.
NASDAQ Stock Exchange.
Sincest night, the billboard outside the exchange has been disying the massive Microcrystalline Technology logo, apanied by celebratory English text for the IPO, as well as Chinese characters strongly requested by Tang Qing.
Moreover.
As one of Microcrystalline Technology’s future gship products.
"Eternity" also made an appearance here.
With approval from New York’s City Hall, the center area above the so-called "World Crossroads" was transformed into Microcrystalline Technology’s product disy panel.
"Microcrystalline Technology possesses the world’s sr panels with the highest photoelectric conversion rate. To date, it has sessfully constructed and stably operated over 100 sr power stations."
"..."
"Building material-style sr rooftop panels offer more selectable colors. Microcrystalline Technology, the global leading brand for household photoelectric power generation equipment, drives the sr revolution."
"..."
"Tower molten salt sr power stations—Microcrystalline Technology has sessfully constructed seven of them. Compared to the panel version, the reflective material has a longer lifespan, particrly suitable for desert and Gobi environments..."
"..."
One product after another shed across the sky.
Because of their novelty.
The otherwise drymentary left tourists unusually excited. "Eternity" was still months away from hitting the market; being able to experience it early was a weed perk since Tang Qing’s press conference had limited attendance.
...
Inside.
Zhou You and a group of executives had arrived early. NASDAQ’s venue was spaciouspared to thepact New York Stock Exchange building. They had invitedpany managers and several scientific researchers to join.
Shortly after.
Zhou You spotted Ge Feng and his grandson as they arrived.
"Mr. Ge, Director Ge, good morning," Zhou You quickly stepped forward.
"Hello, Xiao Zhou," Ge Zhong responded kindly, ncing around but noticing Tang Qing was absent. As expected, Tang Qing wouldn’t show up unless absolutely necessary.
After the press conference.
After the road show.
Tang Qing’s obligations were nearly over.
"I see some friends over there; I’ll go greet them first. Xiao Zhou, focus on your tasks."
"Understood."
Soon after.
Arge number of investors arrived.
The venue was getting crowded.
An employee from the exchange approached Zhou You: "Mr. Zhou, are you ringing the bellter?"
"Yes."
"Alright, so you see, when the timees, you just press here," the employee pointed to a prominent area on the screen on the stage, shaped somewhat like a studio setting, where ringing the NASDAQ bell takes ce.
"Got it. Thank you."
Zhou You was familiar with NASDAQ’s rules.
Though they call it "ringing the bell."
Neither the New York Stock Exchange nor NASDAQ has an actual bell. At the NYSE, it’s like a judge hitting a gavel—the sound is electronically controlled. NASDAQ uses no hammer, just a touch screen.
One tap and done.
Just then.
A familiar scene unfolded within the crowd.
The spinning blue light instantly froze conversations. For such a dramatic entrance at this moment, who else could it be but the somewhat unconventional chairman of Microcrystalline Technology, Tang Qing?
To be honest.
They were a little envious too.
Without stepping outside.
You could appear anywhere globally—it’s practically a tool forziness.
When it came to this billionaire who wouldn’t even attend hispany’s IPOunch in person, all people could do was envy his ability to mask it as a product demonstration, leaving them without a word to say.
"Click-click-click-click-click."
Tang Qing’s appearance.
Like spotting a "rare exotic beast," journalists began pressing their shutter buttons furiously.
Cameras locked in.
Live broadcasts streamed.
His entire form materialized.
"Uh..."
Seeing everyone’s silent stares, the eerie quiet almost made Tang Qing forget what he nned to say. "Hello, everyone! It’s a pleasure to meet you all again. I hope you gain something valuable today."
With that.
Tang Qing turned and walked toward Zhou You.
"Chairman."
"Good morning, Chairman."
"..."
Tang Qing smiled. "Hello, everyone. Thank you for your hard work. Zhou, make sure to host tonight’s banquet properly for all the key contributors to Microcrystalline Technology, alright? You know the time difference between here and Huaxia."
"Yes, Chairman."
Then.
Tang Qing chatted with Ge Feng and his grandson.
The moment approached.
March.
U.S. stocks were using winter hours, opening at 10:30 AM, which in Huaxia time meant 10:30 PM—a perfect post-dinner timing. Tang Qing had just finished a game of Go with Chai Ren before joining the event.
The clock ticked.
Under the witness of the attendees and TV audience.
Zhou You tapped the screen.
After a burst of dense bell chimes.
NASDAQ transitioned into its bustling trading mode; voices filled the air.
Today.
The star of the show, of course, was Microcrystalline Technology. This high-tech stock that had been trending for over a month and made headlines everywhere was finally transitioning into the money-making phase.
Before the IPO.
Microcrystalline Technology’s stock price was finalized at thirty dors.
Within three minutes of opening.
The price soared to thirty-five dors—a spectacr debut... in the green. Tang Qing liked this color; maybe one day, if he had enough clout, perhaps he could have ERV change this convention.
Red is more celebratory.
However.
This would likely ignite bacsh from Western media.
In Huaxia.
Red symbolizes celebration.
In Western countries, red, ck, and white signify disaster, fear, and simr sentiments. Attempting to enforce such a change might provoke public outrage, possibly leading to daily protests and demonstrations.
Forget it.
Better to tread lightly.
This sort of symbolic change with little substance, easy to be criticized, is nothing but an idle pursuit.
"It’s at forty-one now."
Ge Feng’s voice snapped Tang Qing out of his wandering thoughts.
On the panel.
The disy showed forty-one point one.
"Rise, rise—no, slower rise," Ge Feng issued orders to his investmentpany manager over the phone. Learning that some funds hadn’t yet been spent, he urged them to buy as early and quickly as possible.
"I’ve staked my entire worth on this." Ge Feng chuckled.
Tang Qing replied, "You should still manage risk carefully."
"I don’t usually specte on stocks. The only shares I’ve bought are yours. Aren’t you moved?" Ge Feng teased slyly.
"If you profit, why should I be moved?"
"For every dor I spend, your worth jumps by three, doesn’t it?" Ge Feng countered confidently.
"..."
As they spoke.
The stock price continued climbing.
It quickly broke through forty-two, then surged past forty-three... forty-four... forty-five... Each whole number threshold was shattered by massive pools of capital.
Reaching new highs.
But everyone knew.
Once this wave of momentum faded, the price would start fluctuating as certain investors sought quick profit and packed their gains—those who came just to cash in rather than holding long-term.
Sure enough.
An hourter.
Around fifty-two dors.
The fluctuations started.
Like a roller coaster, the price swung wildly—sometimes dipping below fifty, at other times surging past fifty-five. This intense tug-of-war between buyers and sellers created an electrifying battlefield for market professionals.
Yet to Tang Qing.
It was dull. It was simply a contest between the inflows and outflows of funds. At this stage, this was barely the beginning. He knew many significant yers hadn’t even entered the fray yet.
What a drag.
He wanted to go back and curl up under the covers.