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Chapter 1587 - 1423: Microcrystalline Technology Going Public (Subscribe Please!)

Chapter 1587: Chapter 1423: Microcrystalline Technology Going Public (Subscribe Please!)

March 3rd.

United States.

Times Square.

NASDAQ Stock Exchange.

Since last night, the billboard outside the exchange has been displaying the massive Microcrystalline Technology logo, accompanied 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 flagship 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 display panel.

"Microcrystalline Technology possesses the world’s solar panels with the highest photoelectric conversion rate. To date, it has successfully constructed and stably operated over 100 solar power stations."

"..."

"Building material-style solar rooftop panels offer more selectable colors. Microcrystalline Technology, the global leading brand for household photoelectric power generation equipment, drives the solar revolution."

"..."

"Tower molten salt solar power stations—Microcrystalline Technology has successfully constructed seven of them. Compared to the panel version, the reflective material has a longer lifespan, particularly suitable for desert and Gobi environments..."

"..."

One product after another flashed across the sky.

Because of their novelty.

The otherwise dry commentary left tourists unusually excited. "Eternity" was still months away from hitting the market; being able to experience it early was a welcomed 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 spacious compared to the compact New York Stock Exchange building. They had invited company 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, glancing 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.

A large number of investors arrived.

The venue was getting crowded.

An employee from the exchange approached Zhou You: "Mr. Zhou, are you ringing the bell later?"

"Yes."

"Alright, so you see, when the time comes, 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 place.

"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 for laziness.

When it came to this billionaire who wouldn’t even attend his company’s IPO launch 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 planned 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 dollars.

Within three minutes of opening.

The price soared to thirty-five dollars—a spectacular 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 backlash from Western media.

In Huaxia.

Red symbolizes celebration.

In Western countries, red, black, and white signify disaster, fear, and similar 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 display showed forty-one point one.

"Rise, rise—no, slower rise," Ge Feng issued orders to his investment company 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 net worth on this." Ge Feng chuckled.

Tang Qing replied, "You should still manage risk carefully."

"I don’t usually speculate 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 dollar I spend, your net 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 hour later.

Around fifty-two dollars.

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 players hadn’t even entered the fray yet.

What a drag.

He wanted to go back and curl up under the covers.