Chapter 203

Eight in the morning, Quinn hotel.

A lengthened Lincoln car slowly stops at the door of the hotel.

Then the waiter opens the door and Wang Jian and Sarah walk out of the hotel.

"Wang, I'm a little nervous." Sarah whispered.

As Wang Jian helped Sarah into the car, he said with a smile, "everyone is nervous. If you don't believe me, look at Dorsey."

Sarah looks back and laughs.

"What happened to him? All night? " Sarah asked.

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

After the other two couples got on the bus, the car started slowly.

"I said Lyman," Wang Jian said jokingly, looking back at the driver's seat, "you look like you haven't slept for a long time."

"Oh," Lehmann said with a wry smile, rubbing his temples, "you're going public for the first time. I'm going public for the first time."

"Everyone's mood should be similar."

"All right." His expression became serious. "Now, let's check the schedule again."

Wang Jian looked at Tom and Dorsey, nodded and made a "please" gesture.

"The bell ringing ceremony of IPO should be completed before the official opening of NASDAQ."

"So, Twitter's presentation process will start at 9:15."

Lehmann looked up at Wang Jian and nodded.

He turned one page of his notebook and continued: "after that, the big screen outside NASDAQ will start to play the logo of twitter circularly, from 9:30 to 10:30."

"As a rule, before the big screen returns to normal, the shareholders of the enterprise will take pictures under the screen."

"But," Lehmann shrugged, "we'll bring the photo up to about

10 o'clock."

"After all, today is the Olympic torch relay. "

" and at 10:30, it's time for New York City hero basketball star Ewing to cross the NASDAQ. "

"I believe you don't want to run into crazy fans, do you?" Lyman looks at Wang Jian.

Wang Jian nodded and asked with a smile, "what's next?"

"We can go back to the VIP room and wait for the first-hand price of twitter."

"Our underwriting price is based on Netscape and is set at $28 per share."

"28 dollars..." Wang Jian holds Sarah's hand and begins to calculate his paper wealth in his heart.

The website owns 80% of twitter shares, while it owns 55% of the website shares, which is the most important proportion.

The site owns 3% of Sequoia Capital and 20% of twitter.

"Damn, who gave me a calculator?" Wang Jian sighed in his heart.

...

at the same time, the coordination center of the Manhattan police department is a busy scene.

"What, the Bronx is going to cancel part of the route because of bomb rumors?"

A black woman yelled to the phone, "but that's the starting point. In that case, the torch relay time in New York will be all advanced."

"Yes, inform the police, media and Nasdaq center along the line."

But when she hung up, the first thing she thought about was the children at home.

"Anthony, if you want to see Ewing, you have to go half an hour in advance." She called home and said quickly.

Next, she used the intercom system to notify the patrol police and the spokesman of the Manhattan police department.

"Well," said the black woman, shaking her head, "it always feels like... There's no notice."

A moment later, she took a sip of coffee and said to herself, "it should be an illusion."

...

"shouldn't Ewing's fans wear Knicks uniforms?" Leonard's father stood on the street of Wall Street, muttering to himself.

"According to my observation, only one third of the people here wear Knicks uniforms."

"That's it A black guy in the Knicks uniform echoed, "come to see Ewing in other team uniforms, these people are fake fans!"

"Hey, hey." Leonard looked at the many "companions", his heart is simply happy.

He pushed his father and yelled, "I'll go to the toilet first."

"When it's over, we'll meet under Taurus."

"Don't you go to the bathroom when you get up in the morning?" The father asked aloud.

In the surrounding crowd, the father helplessly waved his hand, "you must be careful yourself!"

"Yes, yes." Leonard nodded and pushed out of the crowd.The men in baseball caps and nba jerseys gathered in front of them were the ones who were selected as the coordinator of the action on twitter.

"I'm Leonard, from Tennessee." He came to several men and asked, "what can I do for you?"

A man looked up at Leonard and said in an interrogative voice, "unusual?"

Leonard nodded. "Well, unusual."

The man pulls Leonard to several large boxes and says, "take some T-shirts and distribute them according to the position of the people."

"Let the book friends put them under the jerseys and wait for Wang to appear," the man pointed to the whistle on his chest. "When he heard the whistle, he took off the jerseys and revealed the pattern inside."

T-shirt?

Leonard doubtfully picked up a few white short sleeves and looked at them. They were painted with vampires, huskies, sirens and so on.

Under these images, it also reads "XXX organization, solemnly protesting ABC's deletion of relevant content."

"Wang, we will always support you!"

Leonard hesitated and put a T-shirt with husky on it.

Well, compared with other messy organizations, animal protection is more in line with their own mind.

Leonard picked up the T-shirt and began to search the crowd for people wearing non Knicks fans.

Er... No.

In fact, there is no need to look for it, because most of the players are wearing other jerseys.

"Give me a vampire."

"I want the siren."

"Devil, I'm a supporter of black affirmative action."

At this point, the VIP room of NASDAQ.

Wang Jian is looking down at the crowd through the glass.

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

"So, we should avoid Ewing and take a group photo in advance." Lyman went to Wang Jian and looked down.

"Otherwise, these fans will go crazy and we will be easily trampled to death."

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

And downstairs, an NBC reporter looked at many fans, simply happy to bloom.

Downstairs famous athletes holding the torch run, there are many fans support.

Upstairs, famous writers are seeking to be listed, eager to get drunk.

"It's time for a promotion and a raise!"

The reporter patted the photographer on the shoulder and pointed to the opposite side of the NASDAQ building.

"Come on, let's go over there."

"It's easier to make a contrast when you shoot the whole scene there!"