successful ipo stories

Nothing would have prepared Rhiannon Clark for what she was about to witness on that fateful night. "Why are you asking me why? Isn’t it obvious or should I tell you?” Kaylee asked. Her stepsister’s word hit her like a brick making her world spin in circles, unable to believe her eyes as she tasted the face of betrayal from the two closest people in her life. she stared up at her fiancées face, silently hoping he’d step up to her and tell her all this was all but a prank. He not only did not even look at her but also sneered and showed him his true face. They locked her up in the house and set it on fire. “Help me...” came the faint whisper as she looked up at the man towering above her. “Anyt... I’ll give anything in return...please...” She passed out. "Sir, what should we do?" the driver asked. The man who had been seated at the back seat got out of the car and walked towards her. "Don't regret what you have said when you wake up!" Rhiannon Sander had to keep her word as she vowed to make the scumbags regret everything they did to her!

Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world. "Does this mean that I will become a monster?" In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful according to their beliefs. "Then I am a god!" In ancient times, they were feared as monsters and fed on fear. "I will become the master of ghost stories!" But under the scouring of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of texts that were regarded as nonsense. "It is my duty to recast the glory of the ghost story." But you are not a ghost story, um, not a human being either. "Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster." (china novel not mine. repost)

I woke up in the body of a villainess destined to die miserably—the adopted heiress about to be disowned for a crime she didn’t commit. But I have two advantages the original Cassandra never had: I’ve read this novel before. And a mysterious System just offered me impossible paths to success. They call me a villain? Perfect. I’ll be the villain who conquers the world. With an Angelic Voice, songs from another universe no one here has heard, and pure determination, I’ll completely rewrite my destiny—one viral hit at a time. The protagonist can collect his harem. I’ll build my empire. After all, revenge isn’t a dish served cold. It’s served on stages, with millions watching.

Eight years after supporting my boyfriend in starting his business, the company finally went public. At the shareholders' meeting, his ex-girlfriend, who had dumped him for being poor, returned. My boyfriend embraced the woman nestled in his arms and announced, in front of the entire company, that his ex-girlfriend would be the future lady of the company. The snickers and whispers of the employees stung like needles, piercing my dark circles earned from sleepless nights working on proposals. Everyone assumed that I would cling to him relentlessly. But he seemed to have forgotten who was truly responsible for the company's success in going public.

Some say that officialdom is a game of power, full of deception and scheming, more sinister than the underworld. Liu Fusheng believes that officialdom is a game of emotion and law, black and white, truth and lies, and is the righteous path of the world. In his previous life, he was submissive and only sought stability, but was framed and died in depression. In his new life, he ...

Setelah mendedikasikan bertahun-tahun untuk membantu perusahaan mempersiapkan penawaran umum perdananya, pacarku akhirnya siap untuk mengungkap hubungan kami secara publik. Dia berada di ambang membuat pengumuman. Namun, sebelum dia sempat melakukannya, asistennya yang sombong, yang selalu tidak menyukaiku, mendahuluinya. Dia dengan percaya diri melangkah ke panggung, merangkul pinggangnya, dan menyeringai kemenangan. "Kupikir kita sepakat untuk menunggu beberapa tahun lagi? Tidak bisa menahan lebih lama lagi, bukan?" dia mengejek, suaranya dipenuhi dengan sarkasme. Pacarku tidak repot-repot menjelaskan. Sebaliknya, dia menyerahkan dokumen padanya—kesepakatan pengalihan saham—dan mengumumkan kepada audiens bahwa dia sekarang adalah pemegang saham terbaru perusahaan. Ruangan tersebut meledak dengan kekaguman, bisikan dan gumaman menyebar dengan cepat. Asisten tersebut, jelas menikmati perhatian, mengarahkan keangkuhannya padaku, melontarkan hinaan-hinaan halus kepadaku. Dan pacarku? Dia tidak berusaha menghentikannya. Bahkan, suaranya begitu dingin saat menambahkan, "Kamu telah berkontribusi besar bagi perusahaan, tetapi kemampuannya adalah yang kami butuhkan untuk masa depan yang lebih makmur." Aku tetap tenang, tidak memberikan bantahan. Sebaliknya, aku tersenyum, mengangguk, dan dengan anggun menyerahkan sisa sahamku kepada asisten tersebut juga. "Kita lihat saja," gumamku dalam hati, "bagaimana mereka akan mengelola perusahaan ini tanpa investornya yang utama." Dengan pemikiran itu, aku pergi.

After making significant contributions to the company's IPO preparations, my girlfriend is finally ready to publicly announce our relationship. However, her assistant, whom I had always disliked, took the lead. He swaggered onto the stage and hugged her waist: "I thought we had to wait a few more years, but now you can't resist me, can you?" He sneered and looked at me proudly. My girlfriend didn't explain, but handed him a document - a share transfer agreement - and announced to the audience that he is now a shareholder of the company. Everyone present was whispering and looking at me. The assistant proudly insulted me, almost without hiding, "That useless man, it's better for you to leave him early." My girlfriend not only didn't speak up for me, but also said coldly, "I only kept him because he's still useful to the company." All the onlookers watching the excitement are waiting for me to explode. But on the contrary, I smiled and nodded, generously giving my remaining shares to the assistant as well. "Let's see, "I said thoughtfully in my heart," how they will manage this company without the main investors?"

After dedicating years to helping the company prepare for its initial public offering, my girlfriend was finally ready to reveal our relationship publicly. She was on the verge of making the announcement. However, before she could do so, her arrogant assistant, who had always disliked me, preempted her. He confidently strode onto the stage, placed his arm around her waist, and flashed a victorious grin. "I thought we agreed to wait a few more years? Couldn't resist any longer, could you?" he taunted, his voice laced with sarcasm. My girlfriend didn't bother to explain. Instead, she handed him a document—the share transfer agreement—and declared to the audience that he was now the company's newest stakeholder. The room exploded with astonishment, whispers and murmurs spreading rapidly. The assistant, clearly reveling in the attention, directed his smugness towards me, throwing subtle insults my way. And my girlfriend? She made no effort to stop him. In fact, her voice was ice-cold as she added, "You've contributed greatly to the company, but his skills are what we need for a more prosperous future." I remained stoic, offering no argument. Instead, I smiled, nodded, and graciously handed over my remaining shares to the assistant as well. "Let's see," I mused internally, "how they'll manage this company without its primary investor." With that thought, I made my exit.

Depois de dedicar anos ajudando a empresa a se preparar para sua oferta pública inicial, minha namorada estava finalmente pronta para revelar nosso relacionamento publicamente. Ela estava prestes a fazer o anúncio. No entanto, antes que ela pudesse fazê-lo, seu assistente arrogante, que sempre não gostou de mim, antecipou-se a ela. Ele caminhou confiantemente até o palco, colocou o braço em volta da cintura dela e exibiu um sorriso vitorioso. "Pensei que tínhamos concordado em esperar mais alguns anos? Não conseguiu resistir por mais tempo, não é?" ele provocou, sua voz carregada de sarcasmo. Minha namorada não se preocupou em explicar. Em vez disso, ela entregou a ele um documento - o acordo de transferência de ações - e declarou para a plateia que ele era agora o mais novo acionista da empresa. A sala explodiu em espanto, sussurros e murmúrios se espalhando rapidamente. O assistente, claramente se deleitando com a atenção, direcionou sua arrogância para mim, lançando insultos sutis em minha direção. E minha namorada? Ela não fez nenhum esforço para detê-lo. Na verdade, sua voz estava gelada quando acrescentou: "Você contribuiu muito para a empresa, mas as habilidades dele são o que precisamos para um futuro mais próspero." Permaneci estoico, sem oferecer nenhum argumento. Em vez disso, sorri, acenei com a cabeça e graciosamente entreguei minhas ações restantes ao assistente também. "Vamos ver", refleti internamente, "como eles vão administrar esta empresa sem seu principal investidor." Com esse pensamento, fiz minha saída.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.