Extracting skills from movies

Du Sheng stared at the flying sparks outside the window and suddenly laughed:

"It must be those two bastards who are causing the trouble."

"where?"

Elizabeth stuck her head out and was suddenly sprayed all over the face by the splashing water.

The flash of lightning that exploded beside the swimming pool sent columns of water shooting up into the sky, just like firecrackers thrown into a toilet.

Du Sheng wiped his face, took out a pistol from the drawer, and did not forget to unload the magazine before leaving.

In North America, you’d be embarrassed to call yourself a celebrity if you don’t have a security system in your house.

"Stay here and don't move."

He crouched down and groped to the side of the wrought iron gate. In the beam of light from the tactical flashlight, he saw two dark figures loading ammunition with their butts sticking out.

Ma Yaowei mounted an AR rifle on the window of the auxiliary building, and the two old guys looked red like neon lights in the night vision goggles.

"Are you going to shoot them?"

His voice was filled with excitement.

"Don't bother me."

Du Sheng pulled the trigger, and the click of the empty chamber was particularly clear in the night:

"I'm going to take care of them myself!"

Nicholson was about to lift the third rocket when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

There was a red dot on Leonardo's forehead, making him look like a quail targeted by a sniper.

"Don't shoot!"

The old man was startled, threw away his crutches and knelt down:

"It's us!"

Du Sheng stepped out from the shadows, shining his flashlight directly into their eyes:
“Hey, isn’t this Mr. Leonardo, the messenger of justice?

And you, Mr. Nicholson, a good citizen of Los Angeles?"

He pronounced the word "sir" so loudly that the two men shrank their necks.

"Misunderstand!"

Leonardo was so dramatic that he fell to the ground with his hands on his head:
"We are here to send birthday wishes!"

Nicholson nodded hurriedly, his dentures almost shaking out:
"Yes, yes, yes! Fireworks to celebrate birthdays, how joyful!"

Du Sheng picked up the broom and spanked everyone one by one:
"Celebrating? I can now film a sequel to 2012 in my backyard!"

Elizabeth poked her head out from the crack in the door and looked at the two old men being forced to clean with their butts sticking out, and suddenly burst out laughing.

How can this be a Hollywood star?

"Sweep it clean!"

Du Sheng kicked Nicholson:
"When the cleaning lady sees this tomorrow morning, you will be responsible for explaining it!"

Leonardo winked at Elizabeth secretly, but Du Sheng hit him with a broom and made him jump up and down:
"And you! Your golden hair is full of grass, like a lion with its hair blown up!"

Elizabeth leaned against the door frame, bent over with laughter. The moonlight sprinkled on the firework paper shells all over the ground, and she actually tasted a bit of warmth.

She suddenly felt a little envious of this kind of friendship between men.

They can carry fireworks and fire at each other, or they can squat in the yard to pick up cigarette butts.

Du Sheng dumped the last handful of garbage into the trash can, turned around and winked at her:
"Come on, I'll show you the real birthday surprise."

The moment the basement door opened, Elizabeth was almost blinded by the blue light.

The LED screen on the entire wall plays her photos from childhood to adulthood in a loop.

From a little girl with pigtails to a graceful young lady today, her life finally froze on the day of the school shooting.

The scene of Du Sheng holding her and rushing out of the crowd.

"You...when did you..."

Her voice was choked with sobs and she couldn't speak.

Du Sheng casually explained:

"Just...just last time your sister asked me to help fix the computer, and by the way..."

Before he could finish his words, Nicholson's hoarse voice suddenly howled from upstairs:

"Du Sheng! Where is your hidden bottle of wine? We have finished sweeping the floor!"

Elizabeth burst into laughter, and Du Sheng said with a dark face:

"It's sitting right under your butts. It's a 82 Lafite!"

There was a clanging sound in the corridor, mixed with Leonardo's screams:
"Old Jack! You stepped on my hand!"

The moonlight shone through the skylight onto the wine cabinet, and Du Sheng quietly held Elizabeth's hand in his palm.

Some things don't need to be said, just like some surprises don't need to be explained.

For example, he had actually recorded the pranks of those two bastards a long time ago, waiting to play it on loop at next year's Oscars ceremony.

Du Sheng stood outside the iron gate and gestured to the LAPD officer for a long time.

The lights on the roofs of police cars dyed the neighborhood streets blue and red, and the neighbors wrapped in pajamas poked their heads out, looking like frightened raccoons.

In the entrance hall of the villa, Nicholson was drooling in front of the wine cabinet with his butt sticking out:

"Lafite from 82? Du Sheng, you are a bastard who is hiding private wine!"

Elizabeth poked her head out from the corner of the stairs. The little girl had changed into an oversized sweatshirt, the hem of which almost covered her knees.

Du Sheng looked a little strange.

Because of this outfit, she looked exactly like she did last time I rescued her.

"Then what..."

Just as he was about to speak, Leonardo suddenly yelled:

"Du Sheng, you are a beast! The girl has just come of age!"

"piss off!"

Du Sheng grabbed the pillow and threw it over:
"You guys screwed it up."

I regretted my words as soon as I said them. Sure enough, I saw Nicholson winking and making eyes:

"Oh~ Tonight is the all-night coming of age ceremony~"

Elizabeth blushed and felt a little embarrassed:
"My sister urged me to go home. Goodbye everyone!"

Du Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the car keys and accompanied him out.

The moonlight turned the Porsche 911 into silver. Elizabeth's knuckles turned white as she gripped the seat belt, and she became more and more shy.

"Drive slowly."

Just as Du Sheng was about to touch the steering wheel, the passenger seat suddenly stretched out his little face.

The warm breath swept across his chin, and the cherry-flavored lipstick mixed with the girl's body fragrance was like a spell.

"Brother Sheng."

Elizabeth suddenly unbuckled her seat belt and rushed over:

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time..."

The words were drowned out by the four lips, and Du Sheng's hand slid uncontrollably under the hem of the sweatshirt.

The little girl's waist was so thin that it could be broken, but her back was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"boom!"

The rearview mirror suddenly shook, and Du Sheng came back to his senses.

The old man Nicholson was leaning on the second-floor balcony to watch the fun, with a telescope in his hand.

"Sit down!"

He pulled Elizabeth away, and the old bastard gave him a thumbs-up in the rearview mirror.

The Porsche roared out of the community, and Elizabeth suddenly grabbed his wrist:

"go to beach."

The wind from the Pacific Ocean blew in with a salty smell. Elizabeth threw off her sneakers and stepped barefoot on the beach. The waves licked her ankles, and she suddenly turned around, her hood covering her head and blocking Du Sheng's view.

"You're cheating!"

Du Sheng pulled off her clothes, revealing the girl's curves in the moonlight, and her bra straps slipped off her shoulders.

His Adam's apple rolled and he took out his cell phone and turned on the screen.

23:19 at night.

"The adult game begins now!"

Elizabeth hooked her fingertips on his belt buckle, her fingertips burning with heat.

Du Sheng suddenly picked her up horizontally, startling a flock of seagulls.

His chest was wrapped in softness and his lips were so close. How could a man of steel like Du Sheng push away the tenderness that was offered to him?

He simply grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

After an unknown amount of time, Elizabeth staggered backward due to suffocation, her back hit the car door with a dull bang, and her whole body slid down along the car window.

When they separated, Du Sheng was breathing heavily, and his thumb rubbed the corner of her red mouth:

"keep in touch."

Elizabeth's face turned red as she got into the car, driving as slowly as a snail, and she would roll down the window to peek every now and then.

Du Sheng turned around and went back to the house, and saw Leonardo and Nicholson, the two funny guys, still hanging around.

"You two belong to the category of plaster?"

Nicholson failed to play a prank on someone tonight and got tricked instead, so he stiffened his neck and acted like a tough guy:
"I'm going to die here tonight!"

Leonardo pretended to hold the whiskey, and Du Sheng sneered and took out a bottle of Moutai.

When the two men collapsed into a pile of mud, one of them held a bottle of wine and cried, "Giselle is my true love", and the other pounded the ground and stamped his feet, "I should have taken Martin when he was still young."

Du Sheng held up the messy video clips on his phone and shook his head.

The next morning, the two bastards were still holding on to the toilet.

Du Sheng was also considerate enough to give everyone a high-definition uncensored version.

Watching them crawling out the door, Du Sheng slowly deleted the file and prepared to go out.

He touched the note Elizabeth had put in his pocket. It had a number scribbled on it and a doodle of lips at the end.

"Brother Sheng, Miss Amanda called..."

Ma Yaowei's voice brought him back to reality.

Du Sheng took a last look at his phone and found that the lock screen wallpaper had changed to the beach last night.

Under the moonlight, two sets of footprints stretched out towards the waves, and it was impossible to tell whose they belonged.

.........

The bronze bull statue at the New York Stock Exchange glows dark golden in the morning light.

When Du Sheng stood on the steps and took out his mobile phone, the smile on his face was reflected the moment the screen lit up.

The originally booked return ticket was still lying in the drawer, but the plan was disrupted by an emergency call from the Hearst sisters.

How could he, the invisible boss who holds the largest stake, be absent from such a major event as the bell ringing for the TVING video platform's IPO?

"Brother Sheng! If you don't show up, the Wall Street Journal will write about our TVING as a negative example of 'founders running away'!"

Amanda's voice came through the receiver, with the sound of telephone ringing in the background.

This Jewish socialite always demonstrates amazing execution ability at critical moments.

The reason why TVING was able to go public so quickly was entirely due to the strong support of the Hearst Group behind it.

Of course, the help of another shareholder, Li Yixin, is also indispensable.

When Du Sheng arrived at the trading hall with the quartz clock hand pointing to 9:30, the whole place suddenly seemed to be muted.

The investment banking elites in dark grey suits stood up and applauded, and more than 20 cameras turned their lenses simultaneously.

He took the gold-plated hammer handed to him by the etiquette lady with ease. The vibration of the bronze bell was mixed with the numbers jumping on the Nasdaq electronic screen.

TVING surged 28% at opening!

This number made the pupils of all the shareholding employees present glow green.

"I should have put the clock higher so that I wouldn't have to bend over so tiringly."

Du Sheng rubbed the back of his neck and muttered to Amanda, who was biting her lower lip as she stared at the soaring candlestick chart on the Bloomberg terminal.

The CEO who controls the platform's content ecosystem is like a student who got a perfect score on a test paper, with his carefully groomed wavy hair trembling slightly as he nods:

"Do you know how much the Chen Shijun acquisition boosted the market?
The P/E ratios of technology stocks are about to go through the roof! "

Speaking of this Chinese legend, the expressions of the executives present suddenly became vivid.

Three months ago, the news that the YouTube founding team cashed out $16 billion continued to dominate the headlines.

A video website created by two unemployed programmers in a garage was touted by Google as a golden egg worth hundreds of billions of dollars.

His overnight wealth not only shocked the entire United States, but also caused an uproar in the global business community.

The stock market of the Beacon Country immediately began to boil, and the technology sector began to rise like a powder keg.

Everyone then came to their senses and realized that working in technology can make more money than running a money printing machine!
This completely ignited investors' enthusiasm, and technology stocks instantly became a hot commodity.

This deal of the century directly ignited the wealth myth of Silicon Valley, and even streaming media newcomers such as TVING benefited from it.

The original plan was to raise US$5 million, but it was eventually oversubscribed and received US$8 million in cash.

"We should give Mr. Chen a glass of champagne!"

Du Sheng swirled the amber liquid in the goblet and suddenly recalled the encounter at the bar in Soho last week.

At that time, the young man wearing black-framed glasses was curled up in a corner writing code, with pizza sauce stains on the cuffs of his T-shirt. Who would have thought that it was this "tech geek" who set off a global Internet craze?
This is the magic of the capital market: some people make money with PPT, while others become gods with codes.

Li Yixin suddenly leaned over and whispered to Du Sheng, the scent of perfume lingering in his nose:

"Do you know why I insisted on having you ring the bell?
Those venture capitalists have long been asking, 'How much did Mr. Du invest?'"

She ran her scarlet-nail-polished fingers over the financial report data:
“Now they finally understand that the mysterious investor who has invested since the angel round is more enviable than the net profit on the financial statements!”

Chen Shijun's move gave the entire technology industry a shot in the arm.

Coupled with the continuous surge of the Internet, TVING immediately seized the opportunity and announced a large round of financing.

The plan is to raise 10 billion US dollars to contribute to the high-tech development of the Beacon Country.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is a time to strike while the iron is hot and make a big grab.

As the market heated up, financial institutions, banks and investment tycoons rushed to deliver money like cats smelling blood.

In the end, TVING relied on stocks and bonds to raise 8 million yuan in one go.

This amount of money is truly 'free funds'. Du Sheng, Amanda, Li Yixin and others have made a lot of money!

"Now that the money is in place, it's time to consider how to spend it cost-effectively..."

Du Sheng stroked the USB flash drive in his trouser pocket, which contained the newly updated short-selling strategy.

Ever since Apple's stock price broke through the $100 mark, he began to quietly reduce his holdings.

The reason is simple: the subprime mortgage crisis has already begun to emerge.

Earlier this month, the default rate in the subprime mortgage market in the beacon country soared rapidly, and HSBC Holdings had to increase its bad debt provisions for its subprime mortgage business by US$18 billion, which ended up hurting itself.

By August, the crisis had spread to the world, causing a global stock market crash, a freeze in the credit market, and a slowdown in economic growth...

When the famous Lehman Brothers filed for bankruptcy, it marked the outbreak of a full-scale financial crisis!
Now think about it, when the financial crisis comes, the market will be full of high-quality assets sold at a discount, and these 8 million yuan can make a huge wave.

Chen Shijun's stunning acquisition was like a super assist to Du Sheng, well done!

In fact, Du Sheng has not been idle during this period. He has already started to quietly plan his personal investments.

For example, starting three years ago, it successively bought stocks of giants such as Apple, Microsoft, Amazon, and Google, and now its market value has soared to nearly US$9 million.

This is not a small amount, and of course we can’t just wait until it reaches its peak before taking action.

While the Nasdaq was still rising, he had arranged for people to quietly sell off their stocks in batches, as locking in profits was the most important thing.

He had already eaten the fattiest part of the fish, so there was no need to take the risk just to get more of the fish tail.

………(End of chapter)