Chapter 154 Looking up at the starry sky (Happy birthday to the party)
Staring at the rising five-star red flag.
Listening to the excited voices on the TV.
"Let's look around us. At this moment, there is only one color here, and that is red!
Not only that, we can all see such bright red in Times Square, the New York Stock Exchange, Fifth Avenue, and the long coastline of Manhattan~"
As reporter Liu Chang told the story, the scene also switched to a Warner Media helicopter. Looking down from a high altitude, the audience suddenly discovered that New York was particularly red today.
What is this?
Some viewers who didn't know what was going on were watching the TV blankly.
Is this the liberation of New York?
Damn it, the People's Liberation Army is awesome!
What?
Listed?
Are you telling me this is a listing?!
Isn’t going public just ringing the bell and spreading flowers?!
At this time, in addition to the unknown people, there were also many CEOs who had gone or were about to go public in the United States, looking at the TV screen with complicated expressions.
This is Tesla going public.
For a listing of this scale, CCTV didn’t give me a preview or live broadcast, it just made the news???
Of course, CCTV couldn't explain it. At CCTV2, the explosive ratings had made the director's blood pressure soar. He suppressed his excitement and issued instructions one after another.
The connection was disconnected, the teleprompter was updated, and the host began to call Zhang Ning, who was on the front line.
The advanced equipment at the front has improved work efficiency, and the short connection time has caught everyone in the studio off guard.
"Hello, viewers, and hello host, I am Zhang Ning, CCTV field reporter."
"The location I am currently in is the gate of the New York Stock Exchange. I will soon be invited to enter the trading floor along with 32 internationally renowned media and report the situation inside to everyone as soon as possible."
"Now, let's follow the camera and look through the crowd of onlookers towards the end of the street. We can clearly see a long queue..."
"Many friends know that today is not only the day Tesla goes on the market, but also the day when its first mobile PC is launched. As far as we know, in the queue of more than 170 meters, the first customer has already queued for 17 people.
Hour."
"This flower planting product with a minimum price of 2,300 US dollars obviously cannot stop the enthusiasm of American consumers!"
"Okay, the New York Stock Exchange staff has released the cordon, allowing us to enter the trading floor and witness the moment Tesla goes public. Wait, what is this..."
CCTV building.
The staff approached the director and asked anxiously: "Should we cut it?"
The director looked at the red that filled the entire screen and was about to give instructions when he heard bursts of sweet piano sounds.
"Who is that?"
"Yin Mingyu plays the piano~" a staff member who loves music said enthusiastically, "Hell is just around the corner, Music Director."
"I know he is!?" the director yelled, "I'm asking about what's behind him?"
"That's the New York Symphony Orchestra, shit~ That's the orchestra director, shit, that's the violin master, that one too, shit~"
The director gritted his teeth, slowly lowered his right hand that was about to cut off the signal, and said word by word:
"No, live broadcast!"
…………
Trading floor.
The place is already full of red.
The ground is red, the top is red, the monitor is red, and even the keyboard is red.
The colorful flags are red, the silk is red, and the copper bell is also the least red color!
The chairman of the New York Stock Exchange looked at all this with a complicated expression. He suddenly felt that the young people from the East around him knew better than him how to use the power of money in this country.
He patted Zhao Song on the shoulder and sighed: "I thought you would bring a flower-planting performance here, but I didn't expect it to be an English song."
The rich man crossed over to the Grammys and even had a number one single. The only one who could do this was the one in front of me.
"I understand what you are thinking, Mr. Chairman."
Zhao Song's face was calm, but his fingers that kept tapping the railing revealed his mood. He stared at the trading floor and said softly:
"Ancient courtyard walls, decaying wooden boats, a dying old man with a few fish-catching birds..."
Even if he doesn't know the word Osprey, it won't affect his statement, "This is the image of the Eastern country in your mind. Only by conforming to it can you grow flowers well. But Tesla is a technology company. Although I don't want to admit it, but in the past
At present, it seems that any flower planting factor can only bring negative points to Tesla."
Modern flower cultivation is not what they want to see, so Europeans and Americans love Asan even more, not because there are slums there, but because they are truly high castes there!
The old man beside him didn't pay attention to the sting in Zhao Song's words, and said with a smile: "Zhao, you are very calm."
"Mr. Chairman, I can do nothing but calm down right now."
Zhao Song's fingers tapped faster and faster, and he stared below, where Yin Mingyu in a formal dress was also looking at him.
As they nodded to each other, the time came to 9:24.
Yin Mingyu sat on the piano bench, raised his hands, and pressed the black and white keys.
…
David Bernard, director of the New York Symphony Orchestra, waved his baton and the violins immediately intervened in the musical background.
It is played with a fast beat and steady single notes, giving it a marching-like feel.
The camera moves from the piano to the conductor to the orchestra, and then slowly rises into the sky via an aerial crane. It moves the lens until it stops on a ball of red flames.
Hao Ying is wearing a flame-like red dress, with a golden phoenix flying high like wings.
Under the dull gaze of all the media people, he slowly walked towards the high platform.
At 9:24:28, Hao Ying stood still on the high platform.
In front of the orchestra, the conductor's baton fell heavily, and the timpani sounded in everyone's heart.
The sudden attack of drums, accents and normal octave piano played the main melody for the first time, giving the audience their first auditory shock. This technique, in stark contrast to the prelude, has a strong impact.
"That's it~~~!"
Among the red vests standing in an orderly manner, Evans was very excited. He felt the shock of the media people behind him, and looked at the young lunatic on the high platform with his peripheral vision - which company dared to go public with such a big deal, and which company president had such courage?
, which company can find such a piece of music!
At this moment, he regretted extremely, regretting that his stud did not use the highest leverage!
He yelled crazily in his heart: "Yes, that's it. If a piano can't perform this song at all, it has to be played by a symphony orchestra! That's it!"
9 hours, 24 minutes and 37 seconds.
The conductor's baton suddenly stopped, and for the first time there was a brief silence in the whole song, with only the piano playing the submelody.
What's this?
The darkness before dawn?
The oath before the decisive battle?
9 hours, 24 minutes and 56 seconds.
The conductor's baton waved again, the piano faded out, and the cello and wind instruments in the background joined in the performance. A sense of urgency from slow to rapid surged into everyone's heart.
The piano is gradually deepening the rapid rhythm, and the gradually rich sound field in the orchestra also heralds the arrival of "dawn".
The main song is about to begin!
Continuous sound of gongs from light to heavy, coupled with high-pitched trumpet sound, accompanied by a heavy timpani sound, Hao Ying suddenly stretched out her hands, she raised her palms up slowly, and then sang:
“here we are
we are here
riding the sky
soar in the sky
painting the night with sun
Paint the night sky with the morning sun”
In the media interview group, Zhang Ning opened her mouth, listened to the majestic music, stared blankly at Hao Ying, who was in the spotlight, and murmured:
"You...did you see it? You...you heard it!"
In the Central Second Studio Hall, the director shouted into the microphone:
"We saw it and we heard it! Zhang Ning, live broadcast, we are live broadcast!"
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"No matter how humble and weak a knight is, he will long for one day to be able to protect his hometown girl with a white horse and a silver spear, and then die a heroic death. At that time, thousands of dawns pierce the haze, and you hear the low singing from far and near, that
This is the hymn of the coming of the goddess. May you be invincible with the spear, may your walls be impregnable, may your will be as solid as a rock, and may you live forever.”
In 1940, the island country carried out strategic bombing and the Zhanhua Air Force was wiped out.
When everyone thought everything was over, a Chinese aircraft suddenly appeared at high altitude and faced off against 32 island country aircraft.
The lone hero left only one sentence in his diary:
"All my students died in the battle, now it's my turn as a teacher."
Those who look up to the starry sky will eventually return to the starry sky.
…………
In the sound of music, beside the sluggish chairman of the New York Stock Exchange, Zhao Song softly murmured:
"Mr. Chairman, I would like to give you a song called "Starry Sky"!"