Super Tycoon

On the afternoon of October 3rd in the United States, when China was in the National Day holiday, Zhang Weiguang brought some representatives of the company to New York. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, Zhiduoxing Group will officially list on the New York Stock Exchange.

This time seven representatives from the company came, plus Zhang Yang and Edson, a total of nine people were the team to ring the bell for the listing.

When they arrived at the hotel, everyone was very excited. At night, they gathered in Zhang Weiguang's father and son's office, talking about tomorrow's affairs. The most excited one was Wang Liang.

Unexpectedly, this time the listing of Zhiduoxing Group actually added subscription qualifications to these domestic agents. Although the number is not large, they are very happy. None of them said they missed it, and they all bought the top 10,000 shares. .

And Wang Liang, as the agent's representative, came to the New York Stock Exchange to ring the bell. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep these days.

"Zhang Dong, I will be the third one on the left tomorrow, right?"

Zhang Yang glanced at Wang Liang: "Why, you still want to stand in the middle?"

"No, no, hahaha, I'm just happy. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to come here to ring the bell. I heard that the bell ringers are all from the big boss."

"The company's major shareholder will definitely come, and the others are representatives of the company's shareholders. All employees of Zhiduoxing Group have purchased shares, and an employee stock ownership committee has been established, and a director has been added. Some of you have no position in the company , some are the company's executives, some are the company's mid-level representatives, and everyone is indispensable to the company."

"Everyone, go back to your room and have an early rest. Let me remind everyone that you will be in the hotel tonight and don't go anywhere. After the bell rings tomorrow, you still have a lot of time to go out for a walk. Before ringing the bell, don't do anything unruly matter."

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At 8 a.m. the next day, everyone had breakfast at the hotel and headed to the New York Stock Exchange together. The hotel was near the New York Stock Exchange, and they walked there together.

Soon, it was almost nine o'clock, and everyone went to the small balcony of the New York Stock Exchange's bell-ringing ceremony, stood on the balcony, condescending, and looked down at the mountains, very imposing.

It's a pity that the place is a little smaller, much smaller than Nasdaq. Zhang Weiguang picked up the hammer and muttered: "Why knock on the table, where is the clock?"

"Dad, you can just knock on this platform. People who take pictures are already arranged below. After a while, other people will hold your hand together, so you can knock on it generously without too much effort. This is the electronic bell."

Many people think that ringing a bell is really ringing a big bell. In fact, it is just a bell to indicate a notification tone. The New York Stock Exchange does not have a bell at all!

Zhang Weiguang stood in the middle, holding a symbolic small hammer in his hand. Others put their hands on his wrist. As Zhang Weiguang's hammer fell, an electronic bell sounded in his ears.

clap clap clap ~~~

Everyone clapped their hands together, enjoying the joy of this moment. The flash also flashed quickly, freezing the picture. There are also some media reporters carrying cameras to record this moment. Of course, there are also people from Zhiduoxing Group.

With the sound of the bell, the stock of Zhiduoxing Group was officially listed, which also announced that Zhiduoxing Group has become a multinational listed company, which is ahead of many domestic enterprises.

It's a pity that after the bell was rung, there were no ribbons or anything like that, so everyone could only applaud dryly. And this time will last for nearly five minutes, and everyone's faces are almost frozen with laughter before they are invited down.

"Son, why is this bell-ringing ceremony so dry? Lao Mei won't do any celebration ceremony or anything like that."

"Dad, don't worry, I let Edson arrange it. Let's go outside."

At this time, some cheers could still be heard in the hall of the New York Stock Exchange. Some people won the lottery of new stocks, some people's stocks rose after the market opened, and some people successfully sold their stocks at high prices.

It was very crowded here, and I saw many financial brokers in suits and ties shuttling back and forth, and many retail investors stared at some computer screens intently.

Zhang Yang didn't care about the stock situation,

Pull dad directly to go out.

"Son, don't you want to take a look at the situation of our company's stock?"

"No, just watch it when the market closes. Let's go, take a group photo under the advertising curtain at the door, and you can put it in the company's showcase window in the future."

"Yes, yes, let's take a group photo." Wang Liang responded positively. How proud that his photo can be hung on the wall of Zhi Duoxing Group, or right in the middle.

Back then, who would have thought that he would have today? His family thinks he is not motivated, and his sister thinks he is a lot of trouble. How is he doing now? I am the big boss.

Although this big boss is much worse than the one with the surname Zhang, he can be ranked first in Bingcheng and even Longjiang. In the county of his hometown, he is the second richest man. Zhang Yang's household registration has moved to the capital.

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom ~~~

Zhang Yang and the others were stunned by the sound of beating gongs and drums. The person who took the photo was politely stepped aside. Why did someone else get close to the camera?

Wait, why is there still a lion dance? Dance to them?

Two men in Tang suits came over with a plate. On the plate was an inkstone with ground ink and a thick brush.

The two lions performed various difficult movements in front of them, attracting applause and onlookers from passers-by. The bodyguards that Zhang Yang hired became very nervous. Even if this is Wall Street, it is not uncommon.

"Son, what is this?" Zhang Weiguang was at a loss.

Edson leaned over: "Chairman, this is a lion dance performance for celebration. Isn't this your Chinese tradition?"

Zhang Yang translated it for his father, and the father and son looked at each other and smiled. This Chinatown in foreign countries may be a tradition, but in China, it is actually rare.

The simplest and most mainstream mode of celebration in China is to set off firecrackers and listen to the sound, which can be regarded as an announcement to all directions. They had rarely seen a lion dance performance so close before, but this time it was quite novel.

After a while, a big lion stopped in front of Zhang Weiguang and opened its eyes. There were no black eyeballs on it. Only then did Zhang Weiguang understand what the plate next to him was for.

He picked up the writing brush and dotted the eyes on the lion. Immediately, someone took the lead in cheering and applauding. He also arched his hands in front of the square, and this time he came to the market in a Tang suit to ring the bell, which seemed to be pretty good, especially with this lion dance performance.

After the bustle had dissipated, they took the car to the reserved restaurant and had a meal together. Many people haven't had a good meal or rested in the past few days.

During lunch, some people asked whether all the company's shares had been sold after the market opened in the morning, and what is the current stock price?

Zhang Yang told them: "Calm down, the real test of whether we are recognized by investors here is to wait until the closing price at night. I will also host a banquet for underwriter representatives in the evening, a small celebratory reception, everyone take a break in the afternoon Bar."