<h4>Chapter 1589: Chapter 1425: Feeling Sour (Please Subscribe!)</h4>


    Although he didn’t quite believe it.


    Ge Feng chose not to dig deeper.


    Whether it was a coincidence or somehow rted to Tang Qing was irrelevant. What truly mattered was the stock price. That was built on real money. Calcting today’s gains, Ge Feng immediately brushed the thought aside.


    "An eighty million USD margin, with five times leverage, that’s four hundred million USD."


    "The cost price is forty-four dors."


    "Now it’s eighty dors."


    "The total stock value has now be 727 million USD. Subtracting the 320 million USD financing and the 80 million USD principal."


    "Hahaha, I made 320 million USD today."


    Ge Feng burst intoughter.


    Utterly overjoyed.


    The amount he earned today was worth more than his lifetime earningsbined, excluding what his family had given him. Even after deducting transaction fees and other costs, the take-home would still exceed 300 million USD.


    For a moment.


    He even thought about selling it all tomorrow morning.


    But he quickly dismissed the idea. Since he imed to support Tang Qing, cashing out immediately wouldn’t align with his principles. He decided to sell a portionter to pay off the financing and then use the remaining money to secure a bank loan.


    All to support Qingyuan Technology.


    Just as the family strategy dictated.


    Hold it long-term.


    "I’ll head out first. You take your time enjoying yourself."


    After saying that.


    Tang Qing’s projection disappeared.


    "So convenient."


    Ge Feng said, then turned to Zhou You and remarked, "President Zhou, my grandfather and I won’t attend the dinner gatheringter. You all enjoy yourselves."


    Ge Zhong didn’t show up this afternoon; he had gone to visit a friend.


    "Alright, take care, President Ge," Zhou You responded politely.


    After Ge Feng left.


    Zhou You also led his team out.


    On the surface, his expression remained calm.


    But internally, he couldn’t stayposed.


    A 96-billion USD market value meant Tang Qing’s worth had skyrocketed. Simrly, the value of Zhou You’s shares had multiplied. Though his stake was rtively small, he had now joined the ranks of billionaires.


    Not in RMB.


    But in USD.


    Converted to RMB, it was close to one billion, effectively making his long-standing dreame true.


    Looking ahead.


    It was time for the next dream.


    ---To elevate Microcrystalline Technology into a Fortune 500pany. Only by making thepany sessful could his worth grow further. Perhaps one day, he could be a billion-dor senior executive and a legendary figure.


    That would be ideal.


    "Time."


    It was his hope.


    ...


    Beijing.


    At this moment, dawn had not yet broken. But vehicles were already filling the roads. In a city thisrge, even in the early hours, the trucks transporting vegetables and fruit into the city formed a seemingly endless line.


    To sustain the daily consumption of a megacity.


    Massive manpower worked behind the scenes.


    At Chai Ren’s home.


    "Beep, beep, beep, beep."


    The sharp sound echoed in the study.


    Chai Ren jolted awake.


    He sat up.


    And rushed to the nearby desk.


    Eager to check Microcrystalline Technology’s closing price, Chai Ren had deliberately set an early morning rm. To avoid disturbing Zhan Xi and his daughter, he’d chosen to sleep on a military cot in the studyst night.


    Upon seeing Microcrystalline Technology’s closing price,


    Chai Ren smiled.


    "It’s insane. Eighty dors, a one-hundred-and-sixty-percent increase."


    At the same time.


    He calcted his own gains, discovering they amounted to a staggering seven hundred million USD. Unlike Ge Feng, he hadn’t leveraged any margin. Otherwise, his earnings would have been even higher. Still, Chai Ren considered himself content.


    In the past, earning this kind of money.


    Would’ve taken considerable effort.


    Now, making it so easily, why wouldn’t he be satisfied?


    "Buzz, buzz."


    The phone on the desk vibrated.


    Zheng Lin sent a message: Are you up?


    Instead of replying, Chai Ren pulled out a remote from the drawer. After pressing a few buttons, a holographic projection of Zheng Lin appeared on the chair in front of him. They were among the first batch of users for this feature.


    "I’ve never felt that making money could be this easy," Zheng Lin sighed with emotion.


    Twice investing in the stock market.


    Had already earned him roughly one billion USD.


    Before meeting Tang Qing, his total assets amounted to only five or six hundred million, a significant portion tied up in the Autumn Pce Hotel. Of course, part of this was because he wasn’t particrly focused on making money.


    His family also kept tight control over him.


    Now.


    Two investments had increased his total assets nearly twentyfold.


    And this wasn’t even counting his shares in Comet Group or the profits from Ali going public.


    "Opportunities like these are once in a lifetime. After Qingyuan Technology goes public, there won’t be any short-term joyrides for a while."


    "It’s fine. The money we’ve made from these few rounds is enough for a lifetime."


    As they spoke.


    Two more rades’ joined the call—other shareholders of Jinghua Real Estate. Shortly after, Mu Jian from the United States also joined. The group became lively as they talked.


    "Everyone, how about we send Tang Qing something to show our gratitude?"


    Finally.


    Mu Jian made a proposal.


    "Great idea."


    "I’m in."


    "...But what should we send?" Chai Ren asked.


    His words caused an awkward silence in the room.


    Indeed.


    What could they give?


    What did Tang Qingck?


    He already had the finest food and drink; delicacies like matsutake mushrooms or caviar didn’t even register for him. As for what he used, everything seemed top-tier... After pondering for a while, they realized how hard it was toe up with something.


    "What do we do about this?" Mu Jian was baffled as well.


    International luxury brands?


    Limited-edition sports cars?


    He wasn’t interested.


    Luxury yachts?


    Private jets?


    Manors or vis?


    Tang Qing already had them all.


    Money?


    Don’t even bring that up—it would be embarrassing.


    "Forget it. Let’s not overthink it. At most, we’ll support Tang Qing in any way we can in the future," Chai Ren ultimately decided, sparing everyone a potential headache.


    This time.


    It wasn’t just the few of them benefiting.


    Quite a few of their friends in Beijing had been roped in. While individual amounts weren’trge, collectively, it added up to a significant figure. This would make Tang Qing’spany even more unstoppable domestically.


    After all.


    This deal had collectively earned them billions.


    "Alright, that will have to do."


    "Imagine being wealthy enough that gifts be impossible."


    "Haha, that’s Tang Qing for you, truly one of a kind."


    ...


    At this moment.


    The U.S. stock market had closed.


    Microcrystalline Technology became the biggest piece of financial news today.


    "Microcrystalline Technology surged 166% on its first day! Market value exceeds 96 billion USD. Is this its beginning or its peak? Let’s wait and see."


    "The next hundred-billion-dorpany is about to be born!"


    "Today, Tang Qing’s worth increased by 37 billion USD! Securing him the world’s second spot."


    "Time exceeded all expectations. Tang Qing exceeded all expectations. All original shareholders averaged a return of over 100%! However, this has excessively drained Microcrystalline Technology’s potential."


    "Notable financial analysts state that Microcrystalline Technology’s price surge is driven by spective trading. Time has not yet gone public or been market-tested—their real worth doesn’t exceed 50 billion USD."


    "Tomorrow, the bulls and bears will sh again!"


    "..."


    Western media, after their brief praise, quickly turned sour, expressing skepticism. Would the bulls and bears really wait for tomorrow? No, the bears were alreadyunching their attacks through evening media outlets, acting as the vanguard.


    Domestically.


    Night-shift editors from various leading media outlets were also gearing up to release the news first thing in the morning when Huaxia woke up. As for the pessimism expressed by Western media, they paid little attention.


    In truth.


    As long as the price was above the offering price.


    They’d already consider it a major sess.


    For a Huaxiapany to make money in the U.S. market, even just breaking even was a win; anything more was just a matter of degree. With a 96-billion USD market value, it seemed certain that the stock would hold above its offering price.


    At this moment.


    They recalled the wealth estimates for Tang Qing made a few days ago.


    At the time, it hadn’t reached the trillion mark.


    Now.


    It seemed entirely possible.


    Thinking of this.


    They regained their enthusiasm and began recalcting Tang Qing’s total wealth based on the updated market values of all his listedpanies.