Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 508 Facebook Goes Public
"Holy crap, G650? When did Gulfstream release the G650?"

"Never seen this before, have you? Haha."

"What the hell are you laughing at? Have you even seen this before?"

"I don't have it either, but that doesn't stop me from laughing at you."

"You! Luo Jiaqi, you just wait! I'm not getting you lunch."

"whee."

At 7:20 a.m. on August 12, 2012, on the control tower of the FBO apron at Hangzhou Xiaoshan International Airport, two female air traffic controllers who had just finished their shifts started arguing as they looked at the giant silver bird parked not far away on the apron.

This brand-new aircraft is about 30 meters long and 28 meters wide. Its overall shape is sleek and light. Compared with bulky Airbus or Boeing aircraft, it looks like a small and beautiful bird.

The aircraft had the words "G650" written in large letters on its silver-white fuselage and tail fin, which was the reason for the argument between the two female air traffic controllers in their twenties.

Someone nearby overheard this and chimed in, "This is the latest model Gulfstream launched last year; I've never seen it before."

"I was wondering. Brother Zhu, how much does this one cost?" the controller named Luo Jiaqi asked curiously.

"The minimum is fifty or sixty million, and the maximum is 1 million."

"Dollar?"

"of course."

"Holy crap! That's so expensive."

Both female controllers cursed in unison.

The FBO apron at Xiaoshan Airport is a "one-stop service" facility for private and business jets, serving as a "VIP service center" for private aircraft. The control tower here is much quieter than the adjacent public airport, especially in the early morning. Although there are countless Zhejiang business tycoons who own private jets, only this G650 was scheduled for takeoff this morning.

"Who bought it?" Luo Jiaqi asked. "Brother Zhu, do you know?"

"Who knows? There are so many big shots out there. But I guess they're either surnamed Ma or Xu, or Nan or Ding."

"Why?" another female controller asked curiously.

"Because it's expensive," said the man called Brother Zhu. "Do you think this RMB comes from thin air? It's hundreds of millions of RMB. There are quite a few people in Zhejiang with that kind of money, but they don't flaunt it. I guess there aren't many who would be willing to spend it to buy a plane. I estimate there are only a handful."

Luo Jiaqi said, "Actually, it might not necessarily be from Zhejiang. It could be from other places. Although it's registered domestically, it doesn't say it's from here. Maybe it's someone else. I heard that Zhao Benshan also bought a Gulfstream, didn't he?"

"His is a 450, which is two levels below this one. And when a company like Gulfstream launches a new model, the first batch of owners usually have to be someone of high status."

Luo Jiaqi laughed and said, "I understand."

Looking at her youthful and innocent face, Brother Zhu felt a pang of desire and chuckled, "That's right."

Another staff member, who had been listening, interjected, "Why don't we just check the system? Isn't it too much trouble for you to keep guessing?"

"Then Brother Zhang, you can check. I just got scolded yesterday, I don't dare."

Brother Zhang chuckled and said, "I'm not interested in this. Who cares whose it is, it's not mine anyway."

"That's all well and good, but we still need to follow the proper procedures. We just talked about it in the last meeting: unless there are special circumstances, we can't access guests' records privately. We need to protect their privacy," Brother Zhu said. "But if they're really curious, we can take a look with binoculars when they board the plane later."

Luo Jiaqi said, "Forget it, I was just asking casually. I told Brother Zhang that, whoever it is, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

Another female controller added, "That's right. Anyway, even if we don't eat or drink for several lifetimes, we probably still can't afford a tail. Who cares who it is, it's none of our business."

Upon hearing this, Brother Zhu was momentarily speechless.

Well, it turns out he's ended up taking on the entire barbering job.

However, looking at Luo Jiaqi's adorable profile, Zhu Ge couldn't help but feel a little envious. The new girl was more than ten years younger than him, much prettier than his wife, and didn't have a boyfriend. Now that he had finally found a topic to talk about, he really didn't want to let it go.

After a while, everyone else got busy, but he, relying on his seniority, stood alone on the tower with a telescope.

As I was looking at it, I suddenly exclaimed in feigned surprise, "This G650 crew is actually foreigners!"

No one cares about him.

Zhu was a little embarrassed, but he still forced himself to stand by the window.

A few more minutes passed.

"!" Brother Zhu shouted again.

Someone in the office couldn't help but say, "Old Zhu, this is so early in the morning, you've gone too far. What's with all the shouting and yelling? What kind of behavior is this?"

"No, no!" Brother Zhu stammered.

"Alright, alright, Lao Zhu, come down and we can talk about it later. You're at work, and when that guy comes, you won't get away with it either."

"That's not true!"

Brother Zhu was holding the binoculars.

This time he really wasn't faking it.

Even though he hadn't actually figured it out yet, it didn't stop him from calling out "respectfully" first.

Zhu Ge saw through the binoculars,
A few people emerged from their FBO's exclusive VIP security checkpoint and boarded the airport shuttle bus. The number was small, much fewer than he had expected.

Similarly, because there were few people, he spotted a tall man wearing a baseball cap almost immediately.

Although the baseball cap blocked his view from above, the moment the man got on the bus, the patch of red hair on the back of his head that wasn't covered suddenly pierced his eyes in the early morning light.

That tuft of red hair looks so familiar.

In the first six months of 2012, countless young people across China, especially those from non-mainstream backgrounds, dyed their hair the same bright color.

Logically speaking, this hair color should have absolutely no connection to the owner of the G650.

unless……

"Come quick, look! It looks like Chen Nuo is the one boarding the plane!"

"Wow!"

As soon as the words were spoken, several young people in the once quiet and peaceful offices of the tower, busy with their own tasks, suddenly stood up and made a commotion.

The rest of them also looked up.

"What do you say?"

"Brother Zhu, what Chen Nuo? This is Chen Nuo's plane?"

"Have you seen Chen Nuo?"

Holding the binoculars in both hands, Brother Zhu said, "I didn't see his face, but I saw his hair. Tell me, among all the red-haired people in China, who else besides him could afford this plane?"

Just finished speaking,

Then a pitiful voice came from the side and said, "Brother Zhu, can I take a look at the binoculars?"

Zhu turned his head and saw that Luo Jiaqi had appeared beside him without making a sound, as if she had teleported, and was now looking at him with her big, watery eyes. "I... I haven't seen him in person yet."

Although Brother Zhu also wanted to see, his heart softened upon seeing this, and he handed over the binoculars, saying, "Here you go. You should be able to see it when you get on the plane."

At this moment, almost all the staff members had already gathered at the windows of the tower.

Those with binoculars should use them, and those without should cup their hands in front of their eyes to pretend they have binoculars.

The FBO's tarmac wasn't large; in less than a minute, the shuttle bus arrived in front of the silver bird.

Then, a man and a woman who were sitting in the front of the car got out first, and then a tall man wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a baseball cap got out of the back seat.

After a brief silence, a commotion suddenly erupted on the control tower.

"is it him?"

"It's him, it's definitely him!"

"It's him!" Luo Jiaqi's voice rang out beside Zhu Ge. The girl was clearly extremely excited. "It really is Chen Nuo! I heard he was filming a show in Hengdian before!"

Some people questioned, "Chen Nuo actually bought a private jet? Is it true? Is it his? How old is he?!"

Luo Jiaqi turned her head and saw that it was Brother Zhang, who always spoke in a sarcastic tone. She said somewhat unconvinced, "So what if he's young? He earns so much money a year, he can definitely afford it."

"It's a lot for us, but compared to those big shots on the Forbes list, he's nothing. They're all reluctant to spend money, how could an actor be willing to spend it? Haha, spending money so extravagantly is not a good thing."

Luo Jiaqi felt annoyed, but after opening her mouth, she didn't know how to refute it and stopped talking.

Amidst the cacophony of voices, a stern voice suddenly came from behind, "I say, what are you all doing during work hours?!"

The previously noisy atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Zhu turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a suit standing at the door. It was Zhang Guozhong, their department head.

"Get back to your workstations, all of you."

With a loud crash, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

"What's the big fuss about? Look at the way you're all acting!" Zhang Guozhong, who clearly already knew the truth, said with feigned indignation, "Have you forgotten the original training and regulations? We've received countless international dignitaries, and we've never seen you like this!"

“But that is…” a small voice said.

"So what?" Zhang Guozhong roared, then his expression changed, and he said, "Remember this, all of you, don't tell anyone! Do you hear me!?"

"Yes!"

Luo Jiaqi joined everyone in saying in unison.

But when she looked around, she saw that everyone's eyes were darting around and they had shifty, sneaky looks, and she immediately understood.

How could I not post something like this on my WeChat Moments?!
If you're not allowed to tell anyone, then just don't mention the name.

After Zhang Guozhong left, she noticed several people around her had their heads down. She immediately opened her phone, opened WeChat, and wrote on her Moments: "I really didn't expect to see him so early in the morning. Sisters, can any of you believe it..."

……

……

Chen Nuo was unaware of what was happening on the control tower behind him.

His purchase of the G650 might have been kept secret under the tight controls at Beijing Airport, but in other, more relaxed and open places, it was only a matter of time before it was discovered.

However, even if he knew, he might not care too much.

After all, these kinds of things can't be kept secret forever. But his money isn't like some people on certain rich lists. He pays every penny of his earnings in taxes with complete transparency. The more he hesitates to pay taxes, the more open and honest he is when it comes to spending money.

If anyone is so blind as to try and find fault with him on this matter, they are simply asking for trouble.

Would anyone actually do that?
maybe.

But right now, Chen Nuo has no time to think about these things.

His mind is completely focused on tomorrow's Facebook IPO.

And it wasn't just him.

Aside from Liu Yifei, who disappeared without a trace while filming Liu Rushi, which of Huanxin Company's shareholders didn't care?

Thanks to the Gulfstream G650's exceptionally long range, he finally didn't have to endure the hassle of refueling mid-flight. The direct flight from Hangzhou to New York covered approximately 11800 kilometers and took only 11 hours and 40 minutes, landing smoothly at New York's Tet Borough Airport.

With its top speed of Mach 0.925 and its long range, the G650 proved that the Gulfstream's slogan "Efficiency First, Prestige Follows" was not just empty talk.

It's worth noting that a typical commercial flight would take 18-20 hours to complete this trip, but now it's saved by half!

Compared to the significant time savings, the so-called luxurious interior and high-tech features of the G650 were nothing in the eyes of this reborn individual.

北京时间8月12日早上9点过从萧山起飞，经过11个多小时的飞行，抵达纽约的时候，是美国东部时间8月12日早上9点。

In a sense, it's as if he stole a day from the god of time.

"Chen, welcome back to America. Your hair color looks great."

The Black woman sitting inside the customs room looked at him with a smile and said...

"Thank you." Chen Nuo took off his hat and smiled at her.

"What brings you to America this time?" the older woman asked.

“Emm…” This was the first time in his life that he had entered New York. He had never encountered this situation before, whether in Florida or Los Angeles.

Although he was asked this question almost every time he went through customs in his previous life, this was the first time in recent years that someone had asked him this question. After thinking for a moment, he said, "A company has gone public and invited me to come and take a look."

The woman seemed to be very interested in financial news. She nodded and asked, "Is it Facebook?"

Chen Nuo smiled and said, "Yes."

The older woman said in a serious tone, "It's a perfectly valid reason. By the way, why haven't you posted anything on Facebook in a long time?"

Chen Nuo said, "Uh, I'm usually too busy."

The woman said, “I understand, definitely. But your fans still really want you to share your life with them sometimes. Where you go, what you do, anything you say. Sometimes they just want to see you and know you're doing well.”

Chen Nuo said, "Okay, I understand. I will when I have time."

The Black woman smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, and said, "It's a deal."

Without even looking, he said it and then banged it.

The entry stamp landed on his visa page.

As soon as Chen Nuo came out of customs, he saw Ivanka's bright smile.

Ivanka, holding a bouquet of flowers, immediately went to greet him as he came out, presented the flowers, and then hugged and kissed his cheek. "Welcome back to America, Chen."

回？
Forget it.

"What are you doing?"

"Greetings from our whole family."

“Ivanka, I’ve said it before…”

"I know you said you'd talk about it once you get to America. But anyway, as a friend, it's my duty to treat you to a meal here. By the way, I've already booked a room—the same place you stayed last time. We can talk again after you've had a good rest. How about that?"

"This is not good," Chen Nuo said.

Ivanka asked in surprise, "Why?"

Chen Nuo said, "First, I'm adjusting to the time difference, so I won't sleep. Second, I've said before that I won't forgive him unless he apologizes to me."

"this is only……"

"No, no, no, I know him. The moment I walk into your building, he'll think he's won. So, no. Besides, Facebook has already booked a hotel for me. Would you like to be my guide this afternoon and show me around New York?"

Ivanka stared at him intently, then smiled sweetly and said, "I'd be happy to. But are you sure you don't need to rest?"

……

……

"~Chen, my God... I swear, I, I almost died just now."

"Haha, is it really that exaggerated?"

Ivanka was panting, sweat dripping down her uneven body, her whole body seemingly radiating an oily sheen.

Her impressive breasts heaved slightly in an exaggerated manner, and round water droplets slid down her smooth curves. After saying those words, she seemed to lose all her strength for a moment and couldn't even speak anymore.

After a long while, he swallowed hard and said dryly, "No, I just, my god, I have to say, this is the most wonderful experience of my life... You are amazing, damn... I really feel... Chen, I can't imagine what I would do without you."

"Hahahaha." Chen Nuo couldn't help but laugh out loud as he listened.

Last time Ivanka and Donald went to China, it was a short trip, and Chen Nuo really didn't have a chance to spend time alone with her. This time was the first time the two of them had interacted since his trip to Hunan.

Looking at Ivanka, her face covered in sweat, exhausted yet satisfied, it seemed as if her soul had left her body, as she rambled on about these random things.

At that moment, the feelings he had were truly indescribable.

It's really hard to say whether conquering the world or conquering women gives a man the greatest sense of accomplishment.

Two days later, when he stood next to Zuckerberg and watched him press the start button for the bell, and they smiled and clapped together, the scene from two days earlier suddenly flashed into his mind.

He felt that the feelings at this moment and at that moment were so similar!

It is said that women conquer the world by conquering men.

However, when a man conquers a woman, isn't it as if he has conquered the world?
Even the words he heard were somewhat similar.

"Chen! I swear, I never imagined this day would come so soon!" Mark Zuckerberg said loudly with a beaming smile, as if he had already put aside all past grievances with him.

Countless ribbons rained down from the sky above the hall, and the large screen outside the Nasdaq Stock Exchange began flashing the Facebook logo. The moment of opening had arrived. Facebook, the behemoth of internet social networking sites, which had raised the largest amount of funds in history, officially went public on August 14, 2012.

The candlestick chart on the screen, starting from the issue price of 38 yuan, showed a cobra-like upward trend, making every investor watching the screen unable to help but open their mouths wide and laugh out loud.

Judging by this momentum, Facebook will create dozens of billionaires and hundreds of multimillionaires today, fulfilling one American dream after another.

Mark Zuckerberg, the biggest beneficiary, is visibly trying to control his excitement.

After all, in his open letter to investors the day before, Chen Nuo saw that the Jewish people were expressing their philosophy, saying that Facebook's future operations would not be "to provide services for making money," but rather to "make the world more open and strengthen the connections between people."

To speak so eloquently and then laugh too happily in front of a camera would be tantamount to contradicting oneself.

However, at the moment of going public and the birth of hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth, who can control their emotions?
So the Jews still laughed.

And how could he possibly keep his mouth shut and pretend to be reserved?
While the Jewish man reaped a great harvest, he, as a passenger who hitched a ride on the ship, also gained quite a bit.

Facebook offered 4.2 million shares at $38 per share, representing 15% of its total shares. Based on this, the overall valuation reached $1040 billion.

The 2% he held, which he received in exchange for rejecting a $1 billion offer, is now worth $20.08 billion, or approximately 126 billion yuan.

126 billion
what is this concept?

In 2012, he appeared on the Forbes China Rich List.

China's richest man is a descendant of the founder of Wahaha, and his assets are estimated at US$100 billion, or about RMB630 billion.

Second place: Baidu's Li Yanhong, 510 billion.
Wang Jianlin of Wanda Group ranked third with 504 billion yuan.
Fourth place goes to Ma Huateng with 403 billion...

To put it simply, 126 billion would place him in the top 40 of the rich list if he were on it.

Of course, not all of the 126 billion belongs to him. His share is approximately 94.5 billion.

And 94.5 billion, which is exactly 55th place.

Alongside him is Lei Jun, the founder of Kingsoft and UCWEB.

However, if we include the US dollars in his current US stock account, he could actually surpass Lei Jun in the future and enter the top 50 of the Forbes China Rich List, ranking right after Shi Yuzhu of Giant Group, who is ranked 44th.

But no matter how you calculate it, he will be the second person born in the 80s, after Yang Huiyan of Country Garden, to enter the top 100 of China's richest people list.

More importantly, Yang Huiyan is a second-generation rich kid, while he, compared to Miss Yang, is a self-made man.

Having started from scratch, he has reached this position in just a few years. He's not a blockhead; how could he not be excited?

"I didn't expect that either, Mark. Congratulations."

Little Zha laughed heartily: "Chen, congratulations too. Are you ready? From today onwards, you are the richest movie star in the world. I bet you'll be on the front page of every major newspaper tomorrow!"

As he spoke, Xiao Zu said with a hint of sourness, "Although I am richer than you now, the media's focus will definitely be on you."

Chen Nuo sighed and said, "I really don't want it to be like this. But, alas, there's no other way."

There's really no other way.

What is 2% of 1040 billion?
Anyone can solve this kind of elementary school math problem.

However, once listed on the US stock market, its disclosure rules require shareholders holding more than 5% of the shares, or those in the top ten, to disclose their names.

Although his 2% does not meet the first condition, it does meet the second condition.

His personal shareholding ranks eighth on Facebook's list of top ten shareholders, following Vanguard Group (8.66%), BlackRock (7.66%), Fidelity (6.23%), State Street (3.93%), JPMorgan Chase (2.68%), and Geode (2.34%). He is the only individual among the top ten shareholders besides Mark Zuckerberg.

So you can imagine how crazy and newsworthy this was for the media.

Chen Nuo can even imagine that reporters have already started writing articles.

But those worries are for tomorrow. Right now, standing next to Mark Zuckerberg, he raised his champagne glass, toasting with him, wanting only to enjoy the moment to the fullest.

At least, there's that curve on the big screen that looks like a cobra leaping out.

(End of this chapter)