Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 225 Stock Price Soars! (Third Update!)

Evelyn spoke very quickly, like firecrackers, rattling off all her words in a rapid-fire manner.

These words completely stunned Odysseus, who was standing opposite him. He held his coffee, his mouth agape, making Evelyn want to stuff a light bulb inside.

A few seconds later, Odysseus's body twitched violently, his stiff expression disappeared, and he came back to life.

He switched the coffee he was holding in his right hand to his left, took the documents from Evelyn's hand, and began to flip through them with one hand.

He flipped through the pages as he quickly walked toward the office.

When I got to the office, I had already finished reading the documents.

He turned around and stared intently at Evelyn:
"It's 10 a.m. China time, so they started their operation last night. Why didn't you contact me?"

The questioning words brought a smile to Evelyn's face—a smile of disdain.

After a cold sneer, Evelyn looked Odysseus up and down and pressed him for an answer:
"Would you like to check the call logs?"

In a word, Odysseus fell silent. He grabbed the documents, quickly walked into the office, threw them on the table, turned on the computer, and began searching for relevant information.

Upon logging into social media apps, without even needing to search, the most prominent position on each app is filled with related search news.

Drag the mouse and browse through the news articles for a moment before Odysseus clicked on the BBC news.

Is it that physics no longer exists? Or is it a technological breakthrough? Or is it just a publicity stunt?

After clicking into the news article and reading it carefully from beginning to end, Odysseus rolled his eyes.

This is not news at all.

This is the content I saw before, which the BBC moved to its own window and pasted with a new title.

But the BBC has more news than I do.

There was one more sentence at the end.

We will send the finished battery to Science headquarters for official evaluation!

Upon seeing this sentence, Odysseus quickly exited BBC News, then picked up the documents on the table and spent a while looking through the accounts inside.

They then began searching for relevant users on both Facebook and Twitter.

He quickly found the two accounts.

[Xiaomi Heavy Industry Twitter Spokesperson]

[Xiaomi Heavy Industry Facebook Spokesperson]

The two accounts use the same profile picture and post messages with synchronized times and identical content formats.

These accounts are controlled by the same person!
The last tweets posted by these two users contained the same sentence that the BBC posted last.

This is the tweet title, and below it are several photos of products being packed.

The product they packaged, Odysseus recognized, was the battery he had seen in the documents not long ago.

Besides the photos of people packing batteries, there are also several plane tickets from Shanghai to New York.

The time was around 10 PM local time in China.

Based on the timeline, those people should be on a plane now, crossing Japan and the Pacific Ocean.

Upon seeing this, Odysseus's mind went completely blank.

Several phrases kept flashing through his mind!
This is true!

This battery, with performance surpassing everything, is like technology possessed by aliens—it's real!

God played a joke on him! A huge joke!

While he was still bewildered, Evelyn walked over, stood beside him with her arms crossed, and asked:

"Now how to do?"

The sudden sound was like singing that had just burst into a concert; it was completely out of place.

Upon hearing this voice, Odysseus, for a moment of inspiration, replied:
"Now that things have come to this, let's eat first!"

"Ok?"

Before Evelyn could speak, Odysseus, his mind now clear, slammed his fist on his head and tilted his head back:
"Their tickets have arrival times, and vehicles and pick-up personnel have been arranged."

"Go to New York International Airport to pick them up, and then bring them directly to Philadelphia!"

"At the same time, we contacted the news media and wanted to make this public."

"Also, contact the CIA; they should take it very seriously."

Evelyn wrote down all the instructions, but raised a question only about the last one:
"Did you notify the CIA to take control of those people who delivered the goods?"

"But I need to remind you that in their tweets, the people who came to deliver the items were just a few ordinary people."

In short, he made Odysseus furious:
"Damn! This guy is definitely not Chinese. Chinese people wouldn't do something as guarded as this!"

Evelyn tilted her head and let out a cold snort in response to his remarks.

On the other side of the city, the CIA's Philadelphia office.

Tony stared intently at the computer screen in front of him, his eyes bloodshot and his expression suggesting he wanted to devour it.

On the computer screen in front of him, as he frantically clicked the mouse, line after line of prompts popped up one after another.

[Market closed, no transactions can be performed!]

[Market closed, no transactions can be performed!]

In the end, all he could do was futilely slam the mouse to the ground and roar while clutching his head.

The roar attracted the attention of his colleagues, who then began to ask him questions.

"what happened?"

Tony shook his head a couple of times, then looked at the ceiling and said helplessly:

"FMC's stock is going to rise, I bought too little."

Upon hearing that the stock was about to rise, a group of worried colleagues immediately revealed contemptuous smiles.

"I thought it was something else."

"You're overthinking it. Those stocks are all just a game played by capital."

"You've already joined the CIA, and you still believe in stocks and those little roadside stories, like how an old lady invested a few hundred dollars decades ago, and decades later, the company CEO came to her with hundreds of thousands of dollars to thank her for her investment back then."

His colleagues turned away to get busy, leaving Tony alone, still staring at the computer, still frustrated.

He was frustrated, and Howard, the largest shareholder of FMC, a few blocks away, was also frustrated.

However, unlike Tony's regret for not buying more,

Howard regrets selling his stock.

Two days ago, the company's stock rose by 3%, and someone was buying the stock, so he sold it for 3000 million.

Compared to the initial offering price, this price isn't great, but we'll try to recoup some of it.

The company's total revenue last year was less than $20 billion.

Cashing out $3000 million from the stock market is a win no matter how you look at it.

But he only sold the stock on Thursday.

On Saturday, the team that had caused all the commotion publicly and directly responded to Science.

And it wasn't just any ordinary response; it was a direct raid on the factory, taking the products and sending them directly to Science for testing. Howard wasn't stupid; having been a boss for many years, he knew very well how many hardships a technology would go through from research and development to application and finally market launch.

Many technologies don't even make it to the market.

Now that the other party is openly displaying its production workshop and directly delivering finished products, it means that the other party has completely mastered the upstream and downstream of this technology.

Judging from the publicly available photos, the workshop is not yet fully completed.

Once the factory is built, these batteries will be available on the market immediately!

Then, at the fastest speed, it will spread to all industries that need batteries.

This is a shot in the arm!

A powerful shot in the arm for major mining companies!
It's Saturday now. As long as we can get through Sunday, get through Monday, and get through the stock market opening, the stocks of mining companies with related battery raw material businesses will definitely surge.

However, he sold 3000 million worth of stocks before the price surged!

Oh shit!

Upon thinking of this, Howard felt a wave of dizziness and fainted.

…………

Tick-tock!
Howard heard the sound of some kind of equipment running. He slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and realized that he seemed to be in a hospital.

Looking down again, she found her son lying at her feet, fast asleep.

Not wanting to disturb his son, Howard looked around to check the time.

This movement of looking up affected his thigh and also his son, Howard Jr.

Howard looked up and saw that his father had woken up. He quickly went over to check on him and poured his father a glass of water.

After drinking water, Howard fully regained his senses and pressed his son for an answer:
How long did I stay in the hospital?

“48 hours.” Dwight Howard handed the phone to his father and added:

"People at the company say you're angry, but I don't know why you're angry."

"Our stock price surged by 114% in just a few hours after the market opened today."

“We are rich!”

"Just now, the company's executive director called and said that they are going to put agricultural promotion on hold and move the relevant promotional funds to mining promotion."

"They said that by doing this, our stock could rise even further, at least five times!"

"I replied to the executive director on your behalf, and he's taken care of it."

"By the way, Dad, why did the stock market suddenly surge this time?"

"If we can find the reason for the surge, we might be able to use it to repeatedly cash out in the future."

As he spoke, Howard Jr.'s expression grew increasingly excited, but seeing his son's excited look, Howard hesitated for a moment before speaking softly:
“I…I just sold $3000 million worth of stocks a couple of days ago, last Thursday.”

Upon hearing this, Howard Jr. seemed to be put on pause. He turned his head blankly and looked at his father with a face full of confusion.

Due to the impact of the 2008 financial crisis, the overall stock market declined, and FMC Corporation was also affected.

Based on last week's stock price, the company's market capitalization is estimated to be around $32 billion.

Even though his father was an original shareholder, after multiple rounds of financing and equity dilution, the shares held by his father only accounted for about 9% of the total market value.

Of these 9% of shares, 7% are original shares, which cannot be used under normal circumstances. To use or sell them, the board of directors must be notified in writing before they can be used.

Furthermore, board members have priority in acquiring this 7% stake; it can only be put on the market for trading if all board members indicate that they will not acquire it.

The remaining 2% consists of freely tradable shares.

In other words, stocks that can be cashed out at will.

In the end, the father cashed out 1% of the shares, and what was originally a 2x profit is now halved!
After figuring all this out, Dwight Howard Jr. completely lost it.

He shook his elderly father's shoulders frantically and shouted at him:

"Did you know? In just a few hours this morning, it went up by 114%."

“Others who hold these shares don’t have to do anything, and their assets have already doubled to $6400 million!”

Do you know how hard it is to earn $3400 million?

"What's more, those stocks are still rising, still rising!"

Still recovering from his illness, and with his body being shaken so violently, Howard's eyes rolled back and he fainted again.

After shaking his father until he was dizzy, young Howard panicked and hurriedly ran outside, shouting as he ran.

The elderly father has not yet made a will.

If the old man dies without a will, everyone has the right to claim the property.

To die!

FMC is not the only company that owns lithium mines and is listed on the New York Stock Exchange; there are also Chilean chemical mining companies, Talison, and Galaxy Resources.

Apart from the fact that Galaxy Resources is still in the mining development stage.

Chilean chemical mining company and Talison are both established lithium suppliers.

In 2009, the global total production of lithium carbonate was 12 tons, with Chilean chemical and mining companies producing 4.8 tons and Talison producing 2.5 tons.

Moreover, both of these companies are professional mining companies, unlike FMC, whose main business is agriculture.

Therefore, the stock price increases of these two companies were even more dramatic than those of FMC.

In just a few hours this morning, Chilean chemical and mining stocks rose 149%, while Talison's stocks also rose 137%.

They became the two greenest stocks on the New York Stock Exchange.

Santiago.

At the headquarters of the Chilean chemical and mining company, General Manager Evans looked at the monitor in front of him, at the sea of ​​dark green stock prices, raised his wine glass, and then toasted his colleagues:
"Ladies and gentlemen, our market value has doubled in just a few hours."

"It has risen from $54 billion last week to $80 billion. Based on the current trend, the price will increase several times over, and this trend will likely continue until the week after next."

"At this critical moment, I don't want anyone to secretly cash out at a high price and run away."

"This is a rare opportunity, and it won't come again. We need to keep our stocks at a high level now."

"As long as the stock price remains high, we will continue to make money."

"Therefore, the work arrangements for the next step are as follows."

"Simon, go to China and find the team that's developing the new battery. Talk to them. Regardless of whether you reach a cooperation agreement, make it public that we are cooperating."

"Taylor, go to the mine now and have the people there put on a show, a show of repairing the mine."

"It's an act, to tell all the shareholders that we're working hard for their money."

"We need to make them choose us without any reservations."

"Understand?"

"Remember, once you get there, have your workers register several Facebook and Twitter accounts to record their daily lives and what they've done."

"I'll have other people work with you to spread the word about this."

"Everyone else, work according to normal procedures to ensure our supply of goods."

After giving instructions to his men, Evans raised his glass:
"cheers!"

(End of this chapter)