Chapter 464: Market Value

"The Beijing International Film Festival is about to open again?"

After lunch, when Lin Nan and Liu Yifei were walking the dog and digesting, they received a call from above.

Two years ago, during the second session, he was invited to participate in the "China-Foreign Director Forum" of the Beijing International Film Festival, and that was the only activity he participated in.

That time was purely a set-up by the leaders, who forcibly called the face of the domestic film circle to confront the Hollywood camp, wanting to use this to raise the status of the Beijing International Film Festival.

But the result wasn't good, and it could even be described as a mess.

The Hollywood big directors led by James Cameron only said some "flattering" words on it.

Afterwards, they took on the special effects and production business of many mainland films and quite a few production companies for the next few years.

And Chen Kaige, the representative of domestic directors and a Palme d'Or director, only cared about showing off himself throughout the whole process.

Afterwards, Jia Zhangke, Wang Xiaoshuai, and others had all kinds of complaints, angrily criticizing the censorship mechanism on Weibo to please the foreigners.

Complaining why ghost films, horror films, and supernatural films from Hollywood could be screened, but similar films from the mainland were prohibited from entering the cinema!

After that "China-Foreign Director Forum," except for the people from Hollywood, almost all the mainland directors were very unhappy. Of course, except for Chen Kaige, who had nothing to do with him.

"Don't just care about the European Three Major and the Oscars every day; also pay attention to domestic film festivals.

This year is the fourth session, and an invitation letter was sent to your company at the beginning of the month, but there has been no reply until now, and it opens the day after tomorrow."

The phone was on speaker, and La Peikang's words were clear and loud, and the expression on Lin Nan's face carried a trace of speechlessness.

Liu Yifei poked Lin Nan's arm with her finger on the side, giggling and joking in a low voice: "Maybe it was thrown into the trash can early..."

"Alright, I won't force you to come to the opening ceremony red carpet.

But after all, you are the only person in the mainland who has won an Oscar. After the opening, find time to come over and turn around, show your face; there are many foreign filmmakers."

"Mm, no problem, Chairman La."

Lin Nan promised with a smile; that original screenplay Oscar trophy was quite capable of causing trouble.

The Beijing International Film Festival only had the word "International" in name, but it was really empty, so Lin Nan didn't take it to heart; not remembering it was normal.

After hanging up, Lin Nan shook his head, "This adds a task, eh, who is the jury chairman again?"

"Seems to be Director John Woo." Liu Yifei thought for a while and replied.

"Is there no one else, how is it him again?"

Films like *My Old Classmate*, *Iceman: The Gate of Time*, and *The Great Hypnotist* were already creating momentum for the premiere ceremonies that were piling up a few days later.

And the headline of the film and television circle wasn't these films and the upcoming May Day slot, but Tang Ren's TV series.

In the Weibo hot search, out of ten pieces of news, Tang Ren could occupy four, and the content was either Liu Shishi or *Scarlet Heart 2*.

Whether they bought the press release or not, they must know best themselves; outsiders can only guess. But for Tang Ren, the circle had a tacit understanding: they definitely bought it!

In the afternoon, Cai Yinong did indeed lead the team personally, leading Liu Shishi, Nicky Wu, Jiang Jinfu, and others to hold a premiere press conference in the capital.

On the spot, the promotional slogan she shouted when facing media interviews was very loud, and she also sarcastically mocked once:

"As a sequel to *Scarlet Heart*, *Scarlet Heart 2* completely surpasses the previous work, and the plot and quality are also more refined, more sincere, and more complete.

This drama is bound to be a hit drama. Most importantly: Tang Ren respects originality, respects copyright, we never plagiarize!"

Good guy, not to mention whether Cai Yinong's promotion for *Scarlet Heart 2* had any exaggeration or fooling the audience.

But everyone heard this last sentence clearly.

This was pointing at Yu Zheng's name, using Qiong Yao's lawsuit against him for plagiarism to sarcastically mock the matter of *Palace* and *Scarlet Heart* back then.

Even if you Tang Ren got the rights, so what? It doesn't matter, I, Yu Zheng, can completely copy a version; it doesn't matter if the quality is worse, as long as I start broadcasting before you!

In the evening, Lin Nan slept very early, saving himself from being unable to help but stare at the news in the middle of the night.

Wait until nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and he would naturally be able to see the complete data information from the opening to the closing of Weibo's first day on NASDAQ!

One night passed.

Starting from six o'clock in the morning, the headlines of the media were given to the Beijing International Film Festival, and there were even special sections.

In addition, a large number of reporters were squatting at the Beijing Airport, and photos of foreign crews, filmmakers, and actors and stars were continuously updated online.

Starting from today, the day before the opening ceremony, until the day the closing ceremony ends, foreign filmmakers will arrive one after another, just fewer and fewer.

At 8:30, Lin Nan was already sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

As usual, Liu Xiaoli's diet was very regular; she finished eating around 7:30, followed by Lin Nan, and finally Liu Yifei, who hadn't gotten up yet.

Generally speaking, as long as Miss Liu didn't have an announcement or wasn't in the crew, the order of eating breakfast would basically not change; she was always the last one.

Forcing himself not to look at the news about NASDAQ, Lin Nan flipped through the film and television information:

"Jointly produced by China Film, Xiaoma, Huayi, LeTV, and Youzu, directed by John Woo, the film *The Crossing* held a wrap-up press conference in Beijing at 8:00 sharp this morning."

"Director John Woo attended the wrap-up press conference with the leads Takeshi Kaneshiro, Zhang Ziyi, Huang Xiaoming, and Song Hye-kyo, and announced on the spot: *The Crossing (Part 1)* is officially set for the New Year slot and will be released on December 2nd."

"China Film Chairman La Peikang said: Chinese-language films have entered the 2 billion yuan box office era. As the *Titanic* of the East, the total box office of *The Crossing* will also sprint to 2 billion!"

"Director John Woo is full of confidence in the box office, bluntly saying that *The Crossing* is an epic disaster romance blockbuster, and 2 billion box office is not a problem..."

Lin Nan laughed. Not to mention how strong the Hong Kong director is, anyway, each one of them speaks very full when they speak, leaving no room at all.

On this point, mainland directors really should learn well.

This year's New Year slot is getting more and more lively, Jiang Wen, John Woo... another few big directors.

Lin Nan remembered that the film *Girls' Generation* by Huang Xiaoming and Zhou Xun seemed to be aiming for the New Year slot too.

After browsing the news for a while, Lin Nan put down his phone and began to eat attentively; it had all gone cold.

"Lin Nan, call Xixi up in a while, I'm leaving first."

Liu Xiaoli carried her bag and ordered as she passed by Lin Nan.

There was a classical stage play at the Poly Theatre today, and Liu Xiaoli was going to watch the performance.

"Okay, I'll call her after I finish eating, let her sleep a bit more." Lin Nan promised with a smile.

Liu Xiaoli smiled speechlessly, but was very satisfied with Lin Nan's attitude, and then went out to the garage.

More than ten minutes later, Lin Nan was just about to get up and go to the second floor, when suddenly, a series of messages popped in, and the phone interface jumped out with Ning Hao's call reminder.

He subconsciously answered and clicked on speaker, and immediately, Ning Hao's loud voice came out:

"Lin Nan, your grandfather's, you damn rich guy, I'm so envious..."

At this moment, how could Lin Nan not guess what was going on.

The summary news after the first day of NASDAQ closing was back!

He hurriedly interrupted Ning Hao's chattering, envious and jealous words, hung up the phone, and ignored the messages and calls that continued to pour in.

Lin Nan opened Weibo, and sure enough, the summary news of "Weibo" on the first day of NASDAQ appeared in the hot search!

"Weibo, officially rang the bell and went public on NASDAQ yesterday!"

"At the beginning of the opening, the stock price fell below the issue price of 17 US dollars, starting at 16.7 US dollars..."

"Weibo has sufficient stamina. By 9:00 Beijing time, 8:00 New York time, when the market closed, the stock price closed at 20.24 US dollars, with a high of 24.48 US dollars."

"On the first day of listing, Weibo's stock price rose by 19.06%, with a market value of 4.2 billion US dollars, approximately 26 billion yuan!"

Lin Nan looked at the news, and his heartbeat slowly calmed down.

He had heard from Cao Guowei that Weibo's team's original expectation was that the market value would reach 7-8 billion US dollars on the first day of closing, benchmarking one-third of Twitter.

But the general environment in the US stock market was still a bit sluggish, and it only reached half of the expected target.

However, this market value was already very good now; after all, Weibo had an incomparable market advantage.

The phone on the dining table was still vibrating continuously; this time it was Wang Changtian, and Lin Nan replied with a "system message."

His brain was still buzzing, and he had forgotten to call Liu Yifei to get up, muttering to himself:

"How much is 260 times 12%?"

The film and television circle and the entertainment circle had completely exploded.

Under Lin Nan's Weibo, under Liu Yifei's Weibo, the comments were refreshing and piling up quickly, and the news was also reporting.

"My god, Lin Dao's assets increased by 504 million—US dollars!"

"Today's exchange rate is close to 1:6.2..."

"Lin Dao, please keep me!"

"This is the director with the highest net worth in the circle, right? There is so much clearly exposed on the table."

"Where is Yifei, where is Yifei? If she's not there, sister, I'll take your Lin Dao away. Mm, not speaking is tacit consent..."

"Brother Xun, stop shouting, you can't beat Yifei, she has practiced, I testify!"

"Lin Nan made it, why am I so uncomfortable?"

"Director Ning, you can't say your inner thoughts in public, there are too many people, haha..."

"My thigh is thicker!"

"Ha, Xixi, you big rich woman, you're even richer! When you come to visit the set, remember to bring more gifts for me."

Liu Yifei was curled up in the quilt, only half of her head exposed, her black long hair scattered messily behind her head, looking at Lin Nan with full resentment.

"Don't look at me like that, I was instructed to call you to get up. And I already let you sleep for an extra hour; it's already ten o'clock."

Lin Nan smiled and leaned down, wanting to pull Miss Liu out of the quilt.

As a result, he was careless and was pulled down by her instead, falling directly onto the bed.

"Hehe... either let me sleep a while longer, or you accompany me to sleep a while longer, anyway, I'm not getting up."

Liu Yifei hugged Lin Nan and started acting shamelessly.

"Don't, I guess I'll be busy to death in a while, all calls, the phone is still thrown outside."

Lin Nan lay on his side, face-to-face with Liu Yifei, who had just been woken up from the quilt, her face still flushed.

"Mm? The data is back?" Miss Liu reacted immediately.

"Guess, how much is my 12% worth now?" Lin Nan said by default.

"I won't guess, tell me quickly."

Liu Yifei hugged Lin Nan's neck with both arms, urging him.

"I used to say I was eating your soft rice, but now this dream of mine is too far out of reach.

Those 12% shares, according to the closing stock price just now, are worth 504 million US dollars."

Lin Nan tapped Liu Yifei's nose, almost being bitten by her.

"Haha, still want to eat soft rice, thinking beautifully. It's you who wants to raise me, mm, only raise me!"

Liu Yifei laughed loudly, tightened Lin Nan again, and took the opportunity to drill into his arms.

Outside, the film and television circle.

As time ticked by, the entire film and television industry was marveling at the surge in Lin Nan's net worth following his borrowing of Weibo's listing.

Perhaps this was only a part of Lin Nan's assets, but it was the only one clearly placed on the table, giving people in the circle an incomparable visual impact.

"Mimi, see, this is the charm of a company going public."

Ceng Jia said to Yang Mi with excitement.

"Are you sure we can walk to the step of going public?"

Yang Mi was also very eager. In her impression, Lin Nan was a big director, capital, and big shot in the circle before.

But now that the number on the internet was put out, it infinitely magnified Lin Nan's image in her heart.

If one day Jiaxing went public... could she reach that level?

"Yes. Our company's profit is very high, and you are the most popular young actress, so don't worry about not having investment institutions.

In the second half of the year, I will put this matter on the agenda to prepare for the first round of financing for Jiaxing Media..."

Ceng Jia said confidently, then thought of something, and her mood lowered a bit:

"It's just that it definitely can't compare to the financing scale of those big companies. However, don't big companies all start from small companies? Including those listed companies."

Yang Mi nodded, her tone very firm, "That's it, we want to be capital!"

Ceng Jia looked at Yang Mi, "I guess you'll have to be a bit tired then."

"It doesn't matter."

"You are really amazing. No one was optimistic about Sina at the beginning, but you invested in them. Who could have thought that Penguin and Sohu would actually lose!"

Wang Changtian looked emotional.

"Chairman Wang, don't say flattering words anymore. I'm really tired of hearing them today, my ears are calloused. Haha..."

Lin Nan said half-jokingly and half-showing off.

He had decided long ago that he wouldn't sell a single bit of Weibo shares; he would just sit back and wait for dividends every year, and the right to speak was the most important thing.

"When do you think Tudou will move?" Wang Changtian suddenly asked.

Lin Nan knew Wang Changtian was talking about going public; Tudou was burning too much money, and Enlighten couldn't hold on.

"Wait a bit longer, it's only the beginning of the year. If Chairman Wang feels pressure, you can transfer some shares to me, or I can exchange them with Huayi's stock?"

Hearing Lin Nan's words, Wang Changtian hurriedly shook his head, "I can hold on. You said it's only the beginning of the year, what do you mean?"

"Didn't the above say last year that they wanted to clear the obstacle of piracy in the film and television industry for the internet industry within a year? There aren't many months left. The craziest time for the film and television industry is coming."

"Hahaha, tell me, how crazy is it?"

"Once they really take action, there will be no obstacle of piracy, and the hot money of the internet will pour in like a broken dam."

"Isn't that good? Tudou's valuation will definitely soar and skyrocket!"

"But it might also be a dance of demons. After all, that's the internet industry, and the thinking is completely out of sync with ours. For example, the Yulebao recently launched by Alibaba, doesn't it sound very magical?"

Lin Nan said in a joking tone.

"It is magical, and they even found me. I don't have the fortune to earn that kind of 'quick money'."

Wang Changtian said disdainfully, his expression still a bit fearful; he must have been tempted.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 465 =====