Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2317 - 2137: How Can Mortals Compare to Genius?
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Evening time arrived.
The viewer count in the live stream hasn't dropped at all.
A large crowd is glued to the replay footage, posting tons of messages, with the majority agreeing it's smart to stock up on hundreds for emergencies, preventing needless losses.
Regarding this matter.
No official response has come out yet.
That said.
Experts in the field who've viewed the demo are convinced that such equipment would prove invaluable for managing floods, disaster response, and various calamities.
"Buy it."
"Definitely, imagine if a dam breaks in a remote spot with tough access roads, no more hauling sandbags by hand to seal the breach."
"Spot on."
"Wonder what the cost will be?"
"Thirty million."
"You think it's only thirty million? For something that size, figure at least fifty million; even top-end fire engines run tens of millions, and this outperforms them hugely."
"True enough."
"..."
The discussion spirals into wilder territory as it goes on.
Before long.
The price has ballooned to a hundred million in their chatter.
"Is a hundred million steep? The Boeing CH-47 goes for thirty million USD, that's over two hundred million RMB, and the Osprey tops seventy million dollars."
"Tianpeng here."
"It's not military-grade, sure, but to be frank, a hundred million feels reasonable."
In any case, none of them could shell out for it.
A hundred million.
Two hundred million.
Three hundred million.
They're just inflating the hype; the key is, underpricing it would make it seem low-quality, though all agree it won't fetch more than a hundred million tops.
...
At the base.
They sat down for dinner.
"Boss Tang, what's the thinking behind this pricing?" inquired Liao Quan of Engineering Security, after a full day of viewing that left him thrilled but full of questions.
He had assumed.
Tang Qing would push hard to close the deal.
Unexpectedly.
No sales pitch emerged; it felt like the invite was purely for observation, leaving him unsure if Tang Qing even wanted their business.
Wow!
Quite the cliffhanger.
Considering everything.
Tang Qing's ventures rake in massive gains, so tiny margins don't faze him; rumors say he built this purely for fun, not profit motives.
Therefore.
Whether they purchase or skip it might truly be irrelevant to him.
It's irritating.
In the past.
He dreaded aggressive sellers, but now that indifference reigns, a touch of letdown creeps in—human quirks are truly peculiar.
At those words.
Tang Qing grinned and held up one finger.
"A hundred million?"
Liao Quan jumped in surprise.
"That's right."
Tang Qing confirmed with a nod.
Undercutting the market?
Please.
As if; at a hundred million retail, it's pricier than standard choppers, yet remember, exports could happen down the line.
With that in mind.
Tang Qing went on:
"However, that's the external rate. For your group, sixty percent off." Which equals sixty million RMB, with further reductions possible for bulk orders.
To sum up.
The suggested retail price needs boosting.
Hearing this.
Liao Quan let out a relieved exhale; good thing, because a full hundred million per piece might stretch their budget too far, but sixty percent edges into feasible territory.
Plus.
It looks like bargaining space exists.
"Why so affordable?"
From the side.
Chai Ren blurted out abruptly.
That remark.
Caused Liao Quan's lips to twitch; affordable? You can't grasp expenses without managing one, though he held back any comeback—he wasn't negotiating anyway, no rush to haggle yet.
"Precisely." Zheng Lin agreed.
"It does seem rather inexpensive."
Pei Yang joined in as well.
On this occasion.
They came to lend backing, not to criticize. Moreover, he viewed sixty million as fair for such an impressive machine with proven capabilities.
"I heard a sea test is planned?" Bao Kaiyu mentioned.
"Indeed."
Tang Qing answered.
"Next weekend, paired with the submersible's ocean trials."
In terms of engineering.
Tianpeng handles both land and water, able to land on the ocean; these initial runs are merely the start, with extensive trials stretching out ahead, beyond mere feature checks.
Rather, it's about logging flight time, akin to automotive endurance drives—without racking up tens or hundreds of thousands of kilometers, stats mean little.
Hence.
Launch remains distant; even with an order today, shipments start late next year, as certain steps can't be skipped.
"Will you attend?" Chai Ren questioned Tang Qing.
"Naturally."
Tang Qing nodded.
"Count me in then."
"You're welcome."
"..."
They locked in another commitment.
Concerning the military and Engineering Security, both showed keen interest; noticing this, Tang Qing promptly offered invites, and they courteously noted needing approval from above.
Still.
It ought not pose major issues.
They feasted heartily.
Sipped drinks plentifully.
Everyone headed back to their quarters.
...
Ten o'clock.
"Da da da!" Propeller whirring filled the air overhead; full-load, extended-range tests continued, wrapping up no earlier than midnight.
On the upper level.
Tang Qing's quarters buzzed with activity, the entire Tang clan gathered despite the hour, brimming with energy since bedtime rarely hits early for them.
Health improving steadily.
Slumber shortening gradually.
Consequently.
Chess players kept at their boards.
Puzzle solvers persisted with theirs.
Phone scrollers browsed away; right then, Qin Shiqi exclaimed "Yay," followed by "Haha, Nian’er's TikTok has surpassed a million followers."
As she spoke.
She bounced to Tang Qing's spot.
"Brother, you're incredible." Qin Shiqi gushed with excitement.
During college.
Plenty of peers dabbled in Headlines and TikTok; with free moments, Qin Shiqi encouraged Tang Nian’er to start an account, sharing brief musical clips.
As a result.
Viral success struck.
Account created in October, hitting one million fans by December, thanks largely to her stunning looks and charming vocals, despite veiling in every clip featuring Tang Nian’er.
Yet.
Her allure and grace shone through undimmed.
Singing skills.
Instrument mastery.
Dancing prowess.
Tang Nian’er excelled across the board; she once stuck to instruments alone, but her solid base plus Tang Qing's abundance of tunes led her to pick up vocals.
Dance came just in the last couple years.
Simply for enjoyment.
Given her situation.
With a sibling of boundless riches and a dad outranking Hurun's number two in fortune, stardom as a major idol never crossed her mind.
In the posted content, numerous pieces stem from Tang Qing's genius works, all elite quality. Hence Qin Shiqi's rush to commend him, though Tang Qing stayed composed about it.
Just a handful of tracks.
A smattering of scores.
Nothing major.
"Brother, folks in the comments are asking to purchase the music sheets—what now?" Qin Shiqi's expression knotted up suddenly, her impulsive move creating a hole too deep for her to handle.
"No sales."
Tang Qing declared.
"Nian’er."
"Yes."
Tang Nian’er dashed right over.
"Why not release the full tracks, put them up on Comet Music for paid downloads, and let you pocket some extra cash."
Over three years.
These pieces had stayed family-exclusive, shared internally... they're dated by now, so clinging to them serves little; listing on Comet Music could still generate revenue.
Authentic originals.
Even revenue share.
In recent times.
Comet Music has pushed hard for original content, birthing various artist songwriters who thrive on platform cuts, sustaining livelihoods amid a hub for music lovers.
"Sounds good."
Tang Nian’er beamed with delight.
At last.
The globe shall behold.
Her sibling's extraordinary gifts in melody, a dominance in the domain already renowned, eclipsing every famed virtuoso worldwide.
Thus.
Zero appeal in visiting pretentious concert venues.
Ordinary folk.
How might they rival a true genius.