Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2353 - 2193: Myanmar’s 2009 GDP
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Soon enough.
The announcement spread swiftly.
"What? Twenty? For real?"
"You certain?"
"Totally, you get how our firm operates—no idle gossip. Everything ends up factual."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Awesome! The Chairman rocks!"
"..."
Chaos erupted across the whole Comet Group. Following a full year of intense labor and quiet hopes, though unspoken, plenty longed for that yearly payout.
Previous year.
It stunned everyone.
Current year.
Word hit that it'd jump twenty percent above the prior figure, so folks initially dismissed it as bogus, yet confirmation rolled in fast.
Thrilled beyond measure.
Twenty.
Doesn't sound massive.
Still.
Context matters on the starting point. Their payouts already topped the sector, and a twenty percent bump added thousands of RMB for standard staff.
Typically.
A couple to a few thousand.
Thus.
Sudden extra cash of two or three grand—who could complain?
Tang Qing now commands near-reverent admiration from nearly all, though loads already did. Pay and perks stay hush-hush in most outfits.
But.
Tang Qing's branches stand apart.
Transparency rules. Effort matches reward, with every salary out in the open, so the twenty percent bonus hike draws no veils.
Right away.
Vigor surged through the firm, all fired up to power through the year's end.
...
Comet Movies.
Sixth level.
Artist gathering, as Huaxia's top movie powerhouse, its roster of talents has swelled past a hundred via relentless signings over the years.
Every one.
Stands out as top-notch, rising from brutal rivalries.
In their midst.
Sit rising stars, both dashing guys and stunning gals. Backed by firm backing, they've claimed elite spots. Often, peak performers go solo.
But.
Not a soul here bolts.
Truth is.
Being Huaxia's film giant guarantees prime perks for in-house talent, sure there's cross-firm tie-ups aplenty, yet top gigs.
Stay rare gems.
Going lone wolf.
Could.
Fetch bigger bucks.
Still.
Losing the firm's favors hurts. Fame alone won't sustain without parts; you'll dim over time. Key point: the vibe here's addictive for many.
Out there.
Grimy tales abound.
Forced meals with bigwigs.
Forced toasts with influencers.
Flashy facade hides the grind, or how else snag those breaks?
Yet.
In this place.
Such fears vanish—you focus solely on the craft. Meals on your schedule, drinks at will, breaks whenever needed.
Handsome earnings.
Opportunities.
Handled by the outfit.
Endorsements.
Promos.
Films.
Dramas.
...
No schmoozing or banquets required, worries about basics erased, pure bliss unmatched. As staff, full perks flow their way.
Home funding covers their cut.
The yearly windfall.
Of course, they claim theirs, way above regular folks—from tens of thousands up to millions, tied to yearly contributions.
Hence.
Right now.
Every starlet and heartthrob buzzed with eager joy.
Ecstatic.
...
Qingyan City.
Sheng Tang.
Main base.
Just as pumped, this year's results doubled the sum of all before. They figured the bonus payout couldn't let them down.
Regrettably.
The staff app shows paychecks only, skipping actual bonus figs, and with the twenty percent tag, last year's scale won't compute precisely.
So they hung on pins and needles.
...
Nearby.
A different tower.
"..."
Gao Ming gave a wry laugh.
Twenty.
Truly lavish, Zhongyu Special Guard boasts over twenty thousand workers, so by last year's gauge, this bonus round hits close to a billion.
Good grief!
A billion.
Half a year's payroll, vanished. Running ops exposes the steep price of basics. Past home funds tapped bank credit, but bonuses? No borrowing there.
Were it not for the note promising Tang Qing's top-up across firms to cover the gap.
Gao Ming would've fretted himself sick.
Phew!
A rich leader sure beats all. Money woes? None—just a snap, and billions fade to irrelevance.
This round.
Wan Qing Mining shoulders the bulk.
Six hundred million.
Rest split the load, leaving Gao Ming scratching his head. With their fortune, why lean on Wan Qing Mining, and why Asia Dollars?
Still need swapping to RMB.
Anyway.
Cash is cash.
Asia Dollar or RMB, irrelevant. Likely from massive orders in Central and North Africa lately, piling up those Asia Dollars.
Yep!
Figures that way.
On this note.
Every time it crossed his mind, Gao Ming swelled with awe. Mere years back, they dashed to Africa for a Steel Mill, shocking the crowds; now, jaws drop worldwide.
In short order.
Rose to Africa's prime Steel source. A favorable gust, and they dragon up, rocketing skyward. These days, it's all lounging and tallying riches.
...
As Tang Qing's team buzzed with thrill.
Elsewhere.
Another crew lit up with glee.
Kan Qin eyed the wrapped-up stats, his grin widening, as a heavy load eased off his chest bit by bit. Scanning the sheet's digits, his delight grew with each pass.
One.
Ten.
Hundred.
.....
Trillion.
Yes.
Spot on.
Recount: one, ten, hundred, thousand....trillion, no slip-up. Ha, feels a tad juvenile, but it mirrors his bubbling thrill.
Trillion.
Dollars.
Myanmar's 2009 GDP tally surged over fifty percent from 2008's six hundred billion-plus U.S. dollars, hitting one trillion thirty billion.
"Excellent."
"Excellent."
"Excellent."
Kan Qin uttered a string of excellents.
Quickly.
He sat in Ling’s chamber, delivering a quick rundown, yet Ling's expression held steady calm, no jolt of shock.
Though.
A touch more warmth in the smile.
"Impressive."
"Kan Qin, Vice Minister, you've sparked a minor wonder." Ling grinned.
"Your guidance shone bright."
Kan Qin.
As Vice Minister, even top deputy, he bows with utmost deference to Ling, knowing full well most glory ties to this figure before him.
He.
Just carries out orders.
Else.
Had he real prowess, Myanmar's past state would've differed. Ling's reign slashed barriers, bold and swift, birthing this era.
Reflecting.
It's pure marvel.
2007.
GDP leaped over 400%, rattling the globe. 2008, past 100%, unmatched peak, 2009, 50%.
Top spot secured once more.
Three years running.
GDP surge leads the planet yearly, if that's no miracle, pray tell what is? "Splendid, ease the pace this year, goal: hold the trillion mark."
"Push for ten percent rise."
Ling directed.
"Understood."
Kan Qin shot back promptly.
Meanwhile.
He exhaled deeply.
Relief at last—ten percent feels far more doable than last year's fifty percent mandate, with solid push, it's within reach.