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Chapter 304 Google Concept Stocks

In the rolling hills of the San Francisco Bay Area, a hilltop villa is radiating dazzling light.

This is the current private residence of Oracle founder Larry Ellison, and every detail reflects the owner's wealth and unique taste.

The Italian Renaissance-style building, bathed in warm yellow light, gleams with a smooth, jade-like off-white luster.

The exquisitely carved columns and intricate reliefs seem to come alive in the night, silently telling the story of the artistic brilliance of the Renaissance.

In front of the villa, a huge outdoor swimming pool is like a sapphire set in the green land. The clear pool water reflects the starry sky. When the breeze blows, the surface of the water ripples and the reflection of the stars sways, making it breathtakingly beautiful.

By the pool, a champagne tower is stacked higher than an adult, with crystal-clear champagne glasses stacked one on top of another, and champagne at the top slowly flowing down, reflecting a charming halo under the lights, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of champagne.

The waiters, dressed in sharp black suits, moved gracefully and steadily among the guests, carrying silver platters of the finest caviar.

It is the ultimate embodiment of luxury and decadence, perfectly blending the technological wealth of Silicon Valley with the unrestrained and flamboyant style of Hollywood.

When the money torrent of Silicon Valley collides with the passion and exuberance of Hollywood, you will truly understand that it's good to be rich!

This was a private party exclusively for men. Apart from Ernst, an outsider, all the other men present were high-ranking executives from Oracle Corporation.

Larry Ellison was only wearing a pair of beach shorts, but even in his casual attire, his innate arrogance remained undiminished.

He leaned lazily against a lounge chair by the pool, chatting and laughing with several hot and beautiful women from the entertainment industry. He would occasionally joke with them, and the scene was quite lively.

But a closer look reveals that Larry's eyes always seem to glance in a certain direction, as if he's waiting for someone.

Only when that figure started walking towards him did he quickly look away, pretending to be calm as he picked up a glass of red wine from the poolside table, gently swirling the rich red wine inside and slowly savoring it.

"You old codger, you're all so old, how can you still be so childish?" A slightly disgruntled voice rang in Larry's ear.

Upon hearing the sound, Larry immediately put on an act as if he had just noticed the other person's arrival. His exaggerated expression and perfectly timed reaction were so convincing that if he were to venture into the entertainment industry, he might be considered a skilled actor.

He slowly turned his head, deliberately frowning, and said in a mock complaining tone, "Ernst, today is my carefully prepared birthday party, and the way you address me is not nice at all."

Ernst's face was clearly filled with anger. He took a step closer. "You didn't even tell me that the main character of this birthday party you threw wasn't you, but your dog?"

Nicole's due date is approaching, and Ernst had already booked a flight to Australia to be with Nicole and welcome their first child.

This is my first child. Even if it's illegitimate, considering my health, it's not unreasonable to take it seriously.

When Larry called to say he was having a birthday party, he took it as Larry's birthday and kindly came over to wish his friend a happy birthday.

When he arrived at the scene, he realized that it wasn't Larry's birthday at all, but rather the birthday party of Larry's pet dog, Beanie.

No wonder he felt something was off when he entered the site; apart from Oracle's top executives, he didn't see anyone else.

Even if Larry didn't want to invite too many people, shouldn't his close friend Steve Jobs at least be present?

It turned out to be just a party for dogs, and I felt like a complete idiot.

Knowing that Larry was a tennis enthusiast, he kindly asked someone to find the legendary American tennis player, Pete Sampras, known as the King of Grass, and asked for a tennis racket with Sampras' autograph as a gift, so as to prepare a special birthday present for Larry.

But now, are we just going to give it to the dog to play with?

No wonder everyone's expressions were so strange when he presented the gift; it was all Larry Ellison's plan to embarrass him.

"Hey, this isn't my fault. You didn't even ask who the party's host was. Besides, isn't it perfectly normal to celebrate Bean's birthday?" Larry said innocently, as if he really hadn't done anything wrong.

It's quite normal. In Western culture, dogs are indeed considered to have a status comparable to that of family members, and celebrating a dog's birthday is a common occurrence, sometimes even more elaborate and frequent than celebrating a person's birthday.

But is this a question of whose birthday it is, the dog's or the person's?

"However, that tennis racket you gave me is really nice, so I'll accept this precious gift on behalf of DouDing."

Ernst didn't even need to look at him; he could tell from his voice that Ernst was smug and self-satisfied.

His gaze swept across the pool, and he saw a group of beautifully dressed girls gathered around the edge, all staring at him with curious eyes. Many of them were even showing off their enviable figures without any attempt to hide it, their eyes filled with temptation.

At other times, Ernst might have been interested in playing with such a group of charming girls in the pool, creating a fun-filled scene.

But today, he really wasn't in the mood at all.

"Get out!" Ernst's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, and all the girls nearby heard the two words clearly.

Faced with his imposing aura, no one dared to express their dissatisfaction. They all wisely abandoned their previous charming demeanor and consciously moved away from the area, fearing that they might inadvertently offend this tycoon and bring unnecessary trouble upon themselves.

After everyone around him had left, Ernst, who was also only wearing shorts, sat down next to Larry.

"You did it on purpose." Ernst's eyes narrowed slightly, his angry expression suddenly turned frivolous, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Google concept stock, Ernst's little brother, I really like this title the media has given you recently, every time I see it I think it's very fitting."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Larry instantly tensed up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and you could even feel his hair standing on end.

He suddenly raised his voice, angrily saying, "Those ignorant editors are spouting complete nonsense. One day, I will buy up all those newspapers that report such things and make those blatant liars unemployed."

Google has been generating a lot of buzz lately, attracting the attention of countless investors.

Unfortunately, Google is not yet officially listed, so Wall Street financial institutions cannot operate on it.

Thus, a brand new concept, Google concept stocks, was proposed, which quickly set off a craze in the financial market.

IBM, which holds a significant position in the server and hard disk field; Cisco, which provides network solutions and sells switches for enterprises; Broadcom, which focuses on infrastructure software development; and Verizon, which is in the network communications industry.

The stocks of these companies that do business with Google have seen significant gains in the past two days, becoming sought-after by investors.

However, if we're talking about the most amazing stock on the Nasdaq stock market, it has to be Oracle, owned by Larry Ellison.

In just three trading days, Oracle's market value has surged by 48%. Along with the soaring stock price, Larry's name has appeared on the front page of various financial newspapers and news media almost every day, making him a hot topic of discussion in the business world.

Initially, the media was baffled as to why Oracle's stock price suddenly surged, until a Wall Street insider revealed a bombshell: Google was preparing to fully integrate with Oracle's database system.

This news immediately attracted widespread media attention upon its release.

Further investigation revealed that not only Google, but also many other companies under Ernst Group have shown signs of deep cooperation with Oracle, leaning towards Oracle in areas such as database usage and technology integration.

Given the good personal relationship between Larry and Ernst, coupled with Oracle's recent announcement of a large-scale private placement of shares to an overseas company, even a fool could understand that there must be a complex exchange of interests involved.

Oracle was thus naturally categorized as a Google concept stock. What Larry found even more unacceptable was that many media outlets described him as Ernst's newly recruited henchman, which infuriated Larry Ellison.

He was almost twice Ernst's age and had worked his way up in the business world for many years, achieving considerable success. How did he inexplicably become Ernst's underling?

This is an absolute insult to him!

However, when Larry looked around and his gaze fell on the few beautiful women in the corner, the anger on his face vanished, replaced by a meaningful smile.

The beautiful women were sitting elegantly in their respective seats, enjoying fine wine and food while occasionally glancing furtively at Larry and Ernst out of the corner of their eyes.

"You should really think about who you want to sleep with tonight; don't waste this beautiful night."

Ernst was furious when he heard this. "That damn fat Craig, when we get back I'll make sure he knows what a fist the size of a sandbag looks like."

Larry exclaimed, "How did you know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he had let something slip, and his expression instantly turned somewhat awkward. He could only give an embarrassed smile, trying to cover up his blunder.

Ernst rolled his eyes, knowing exactly which women he frequently favored—it was just a few of them.

Who else but Greg, who's so boring, would tell you this?

Charlize Theron, Jennifer Connelly, and Jessica Alba are all here today.

If Monica Bellucci and Gisele Bündchen hadn't been out of California for work, this old guy probably would have brought them along too.

Do you want to see your own backyard erupt in flames and a fight break out on the spot?

Think more.

However, Ernst was still a little angry, and his gaze swept over the women present.

After Jennifer Connelly and Jessica Alba noticed Ernst's gaze, they quickly looked away and pretended to admire the scenery around them. Their feigned composure was so fake that it was almost comical.

Charlize Theron, who is known for her domineering presence, showed no fear in the face of Ernst's gaze. Instead, she glared at him fiercely, then picked up the wine glass on the table in front of her and took an elegant sip of the wine.

"Are they all a bunch of idiots?" That's why Ernst was angry.

He had already asked, but Larry Ellison told them that he didn't have time to notify them and asked him to help inform them to come to his birthday party tonight.

Then, these three women actually believed Larry's lies and rushed to the scene without hesitation.

Charlize Theron even thought that Ernst had deliberately arranged this, wanting to use this occasion to bring them together and stage a scene of them sleeping together.

So just now Charlize Theron cornered him in the bathroom of a room and told him firmly: Don't even think about it, I will absolutely not agree to such an absurd thing.

Thinking of this, Ernst smirked. Some things are not something you can do as you please.

Just because I have a good temper doesn't mean you can arbitrarily resist or refuse certain things.

But right now, we're not thinking about sleeping together; we need to make this guy pay the price.

"Then you don't need to worry. Have fun tonight, and also, DouDing, I hope it likes the gift I gave it."

"Of course," Larry thought Ernst was referring to the racket. "It will definitely like it."