Chapter 717

Listing is not the end, but the opening of the market.

At the moment when Tesla's stock price hit the screen, the chairman of the New York Stock Exchange flashed a look of surprise on his face, and quickly extended his hand to Zhao Song with a smile on his face:

"Congratulations."

"Congratulations."

Unlike the colleagues who were embracing and celebrating behind him, Zhao Song's face was calm, and the fingers that had been showing to outsiders no longer trembled.

The chairman of the New York Stock Exchange gave up his seat to the celebrating people, stepped aside, frowned and asked the vice chairman next to him:

"what happened?"

In his expectation, Tesla's stock price should not be so low!

"In the auction before the market opened, none of the major institutions sold, and small investors all cautiously closed their hands when they saw the situation. Relying on the bids of the two flower capital shares before the market opened, Tesla's stock price just broke through 100."

After the chairman listened, he looked up at the big screen. The green Tesla stock price trend alone occupies a big screen (green in the United States is rising), but the real-time transaction data does not seem to match its size at all.

Although there is no deliberate suppression, there are investors who are tacitly suppressing the market!

"How many times will he release the shares?"

"Three times, all of which have time limits." The vice chairman lowered his voice and said, "There are still three tiers of equity rewards waiting to be unlocked. So if I were those behind-the-scenes investors, I wouldn't raise the stock price before he releases the shares."

While the vice-chairman was answering, the huge noise from the trading floor below the stage also reached the chairman's ears, and he, who was experienced, immediately discovered the nuances that were different from before.

"You pay attention to the number of accounts entering the market, and then call a few people to check the sales of the specialty store next door."

"No need." The vice chairman took out his PDA and called up a page to show him, "The homepage of Tesla's official website is updating the sales of TSLbook PRO in real time."

The chairman looked at the constantly beating numbers with a solemn face, and raised his eyebrows: "Three minutes, more than 10,000 units sold? Are they joking? Even continuous payments are not so fast."

"This is not a three-minute data. It includes the pre-sale service they provided for 10,000 senior fans." The vice chairman took a deep breath and continued, "The 10,000 people are all in Times Square now."

"Drip~"

The text message came, and the background staff of the New York Stock Exchange sent the background data at the fastest speed in the world.

"Hiss~"

Seeing that number, both of them gasped at the same time.

Suddenly, excited shouts came from the audience.

"Someone is sweeping the goods!"

"109.99!"

It was a hapless boy named Evans, and of course the two chairmen had heard of it.

"Is there something wrong with those accounts?"

"No problem, even if that madwoman from Tesla goes off in person, she won't let others catch her."

After the conversation was over, the two chairmen looked at each other and smiled, and then they parted ways tacitly. In private, no one knew what they would do as they could collect all kinds of inside information.

...

9:36 New York time.

Tesla stock price 110.09.

Tesla's total market value is 40.058 billion; Zhao Song's personal total assets are 33.243 billion.

The celebration on the stage was over, and the irrelevant people had already dispersed.

Zhao Song leaned over the railing, looking at the busy red vest below.

Liao Yingzhu with loose hair came over, no one could find anything from her messy attire, only she was leaning tightly beside Zhao Song, muttering in a soft voice:

"The trading volume at the opening moment has already come out. If there is no accident, those people have already completed the accumulation and can suppress the stock price at any time!"

Zhao Song nodded lightly: "The stock price of 110 yuan obviously hasn't reached their bottom line. I have to thank them for their kindness. At least they know how to make me some pocket money."

Liao Yingzhu was a little worried: "All the funds have been invested, should we add some leverage?"

"No, that will attract attention," Zhao Song shook his head and said, "Don't I still have an idle account?"

Liao Yingzhu was stunned for a while, and quickly confirmed: "Are you sure you want to use your private money?"

Zhao Song nodded affirmatively, and said with a smile: "A price-earnings ratio of more than ten times, are those bastards kidding me? Bamboo, put it all in, and you can make a profit without losing money!"

Liao Yingzhu, who was eager to try, heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Are you so confident in that product?"

"..."

Zhao Song was silent, and waved Liao Yingzhu away.

Do you have confidence?

He doesn't know it himself!

The reason why TSLbook PRO has been pressed for several months is that besides making it complementary to Tesla’s launch, there is another reason—TSLbook PRO is a technological product that sacrifices machine performance for industrial aesthetics.

What performance? Cool!

Apple fans in the previous life could accept this shortcoming, but what about Tesla fans in this time and space?

Zhao Song is not sure.

This is another reason why he pressed TSLbook PRO to be on sale now.

"Qin Han, have those IT media got the prototype?"

Hearing Zhao Song's question, before Qin Han behind him could answer, a strange voice came through:

"Zhao, don't worry," Nancy leaned over with a smile, "Time Warner will definitely send them the prototype as soon as possible."

Zhao Song: "..."

Standing beside Zhao Song, Nancy glanced at her watch, and then asked: "In 1 hour and 20 minutes, Tesla's stock price will usher in the first suppression. Not only will there be stock market crashes, but also public opinion attacks! Zhao, are you ready?"

Zhao Song shrugged nonchalantly when he heard the words: "I thought the suppression had already begun."

After finishing speaking, he took a newspaper from Liu Ying on the side and handed it to Nancy: "This is a report from Warner Media: 'Because of the dispute over the ownership of Tesla half a year ago, Zhao eliminated most of the founding team, and the new A worrying generation of young executives!'

Nancy, you are still hedging your bets as always. "

Nancy didn't reply. She turned around and leaned against the railing, looking up at the densely packed transaction records on the big screen. Although the numbers were small, there were a lot of them. She didn't care, and reminded softly:

"Not only these retail investors will be their leeks, but you too! Zhao, they will definitely smash the market. They seem to have gotten all the benefits from this listing, but if Tesla's stock price is allowed to skyrocket, your release of shares and equity rewards will be destroyed." They cut off the money they got, so..."

Zhao Song, who was leaning down to look down, didn't delve into Nancy's words, but stretched out his finger, and asked a red vest who was shouting excitedly:

"Who is that? Why is Tesla screaming when it rises so much?"

Nancy glanced at it, and smiled without any mercy: "His name is Evans, a famous unlucky man, and he will be one of the leeks in an hour!"

Zhao Song was surprised: "Can the red vests here be traded in stocks?"

Nancy shrugged: "Of course, as long as you don't get caught! Obviously, most of the red vests here are 'smart people'!"

After finishing speaking, she looked at Zhao Song with a smile: "It's like the 'smart' Tesla. I don't know why it bought out almost all the actuaries in Manhattan for a day's work when it went public?"

Zhao Song: "..."

Nancy: "Are they calculating the ratio of liquidated damages to earnings if your shares are traded one hour later?"

Zhao Song: "..."

Nancy: "Zhao, last time you had friends, so 'they' failed in their attempt to poach Shengtian. This time it's different, it's your shares, your money, and you don't have 'friends'!"