Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2352 - 2192: Another Contender for the Name
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
They feasted until stuffed.
Sipped drinks until content.
The entire family assembled in the living room to enjoy television. For the last several years, the nearby channel's New Year's Eve spectacle has turned into an annual ritual.
It's growing ever more vibrant.
Suddenly.
Familiar tunes rang out, bringing a grin to Tang Qing's face, as the well-known artist on screen belted out his creation, right after the complete track dropped.
In a flash.
It exploded in popularity.
Tang Nian’er’s TikTok profile surged too, even if fans had no clue about her appearance. Once the track caught fire, covers popped up everywhere.
Naturally.
They shelled out for rights.
Not a fortune.
Yet far from trivial.
"Brother, it's your tune!" Tang Nian’er leaped to her feet, bursting with excitement.
"Yep."
"It sounds way better than my version."
After just a few verses.
Tang Nian’er sulked with a pout.
"..."
These are experts.
Tang Nian’er boasts a fine voice, yet the melody's vibe differs, and certain feelings don't come across right. Plus, she's on instruments—why battle on vocals?
Right then.
Folks beyond their circle had no idea Tang Qing penned and produced the track, with Comet Group sealing it tight, copyrights tucked under the company's name.
Thus.
People assumed Tang Nian’er was the endorsed talent, which made sense. During those initial thousand TikTok clips, plenty came from group insiders.
...
Two hours passed.
Once the show wrapped.
Tang Qing's face showed odd surprise.
Six tracks.
The six pieces Tang Nian’er shared showed up one after another on multiple New Year's Eve broadcasts, leaving a bold mark, each capable of launching a performer's career.
Too bad.
Tang Qing wasn't hurting for cash.
Renown.
He'd already hit peak fame, nearly scorching hot.
What's more.
Oddly enough, two-thirds of the funding for those big networks' New Year's Eve events came from his firms or affiliates, pure lavish spending.
Back in the day.
Top sponsors were usually booze brands.
But now.
Times are rough for liquor outfits; since fruit wine hit shelves, the luxury booze scene bows to one king, shoving aside Feitian Maotai and decade-old vintages.
All pushed to the edges.
Sincerity.
Four thousand RMB a bottle.
And that's the fruit wine in hot demand, pure sincerity.
Lately.
Modulation solutions brought a spark of optimism, but tests revealed they boost wine quality hugely, though the price stings.
No way around it.
They snapped them up.
Or else.
They'd freeze out completely, yet last year's limited buys of modulation solutions left these liquor giants with small-scale planting, nowhere near full output.
So.
These days, they've stayed low-key, skipping ad spots all over, opting to grab vast lands for their own crops. Unlike standard supplies, this stuff can't be sourced from outsiders.
Watching this unfold.
Tang Qing let out a laugh.
Not bad at all.
In earlier years.
He raked in huge gains.
Massive windfalls.
Life stayed relaxed, and now with another outfit drawing funds from their rear, all under his watch, Tang Qing savored the total ease.
Come March.
Modulation solution.
Oasis.
Both kick off fresh quota rounds. As prime offerings, this year's goal triples last time's, hitting fifteen thousand.
Billion!
Pairing with Oasis, that's three trillion Asia Dollars total.
A huge sum?
Hardly.
Oasis stays steady; intel from all sides confirms this year's slots will vanish fast, same for modulation solutions, demand roaring strong.
The global luxury eats sector can't function without them anymore.
...
Post-New Year's Day.
Plenty of downtime.
His team handles end-of-year tasks, while Tang Qing just tunes into updates. With a month and a half to Chinese New Year, a file landed on his desk.
---Year-End Rewards.
He scanned it.
"Scribble! Scribble!"
Signed off.
Bumping it up twenty percent from base, last year's payouts across his branches summed to almost eight billion RMB.
This round swells bigger.
Everyone crushed it hard.
Sheng Tang.
Scored over a hundred billion profit off thermal gear alone.
Qingyuan shone bright too.
Rollout of second-gen Epoch phones, slates, laptops, and more, with stellar sales; second-gen Epoch phones moved sixty million in '09.
Thousand profit each.
Do the math.
That's sixty billion plus in gains, and that's merely part. Sure, costs mounted high, like five mega parks and a dozen-plus labs.
Outlays.
Payrolls.
Perks.
Plus the hundred-billion pour into Yangtze River cleanup... amid such hefty spends, the firm's leftover cash dips below three hundred billion this year.
Still.
Plenty to go around.
Comet Group.
Wan Qing Mining.
Hummingbird Transportation.
All three.
Leaped to new business heights, pushing the base year-end rewards across operations past twenty billion this time.
On this note.
A typical exec might wince.
But Tang Qing shrugged it off; jacking to twenty-six billion with the hike, against his everyday money musings, it barely registered.
Besides.
Beneath him.
Nearly two hundred thousand souls toil year-long, fueling company wins; doling out cash like this? No sweat, especially with branch accounts flush over a hundred billion.
This reward pool.
Just one-sixth of reserves, hardly a dent, and that's idle funds alone. Recall, ops span worldwide, cash flowing non-stop.
Starting today.
Through Chinese New Year.
Forecast says.
He recoups the whole bonus outlay, with over a month to bag twenty billion—not tough for his empire's scale.
Nearing three trillion in net assets.
Within that.
Lots are listed firms, not fully his shares; tally the market caps of his branches, it blasts beyond, charging toward ten trillion.
Regarding that.
Tang Qing stays cool.
- Myanmar.
- ERV.
Several branches already top this value in market worth, more than one; stack all overt holdings, they're mere runners-up.
...
Shanghai Stock Exchange.
Comet Group.
Central office.
"Ding Dong!"
Pu Chaodong perked up, tapping Tang Qing's response email. He skimmed it, drawing in a sharp breath—fitting for the top dog, so bold with the green light.
Twenty.
That's no trifle.
Yet.
As Huaxia's runner-up private powerhouse, Comet Group, boasting over a trillion RMB in market value, deserves bonuses at this level.
Break it down.
His own cut nears fifty million, a twinge of pain since taxes alone bite deep.
But merely a twinge.
Forking over taxes.
Every citizen's duty. With millions rolling in, Pu Chaodong faces it steady; post-IPO, his stake ballooned.
These days.
Valued at billions upon billions!
Plus.
Company perks overflow.
- Mansion.
- High-end ride.
- Chauffeur.
He hasn't dipped into personal funds in ages; sole aim now: steer the firm sharp, gunning to eclipse Qingyuan Technology.
Pu Chaodong found it absurd that in Huaxia's private firm market cap race, rivals all answer to one chief, Qingyuan Tech leading.
Trailing.
Comes Ali.
Though share-free, Pu Chaodong sees it as a 'home ally' of sorts, from Hummingbird-Ali ties, spotting Tang Qing's focus on Ali.
And warmth.
Down the line.
When Hummingbird lists, it could birth another giant; only insiders grasp Hummingbird's mapping scope, how immense this vessel sails.
Very well.
Yet another rival for the crown.
Bring it on!
Push harder.