Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2360 - 2200: Warm-Hearted

Beyond the entrance.

Inside a luxurious extended Lincoln, two figures occupied the rear seats.

"Security's really tight," the young man remarked.

The pathway to the majestic castle was lined with countless bodyguards, radiating strength and dominance.

"True enough."

"With such elite guests, top-notch protection is essential."

"Hold on a bit."

"Watch what you say, avoid acting impulsively. Plenty of your equals are here today. Network with them—they're the key players in their family empires."

The older man grinned while offering guidance; this event boasted incredible prestige, where attendees held no formal ranks yet wielded immense authority back home, their influence reaching unparalleled heights.

Power that touches the heavens.

Thus.

No matter the arrogance.

Restraint is vital even in this setting.

"Understood!"

The youth replied with deference. Back in his homeland, he ranked among the elite heirs, bold and unchallenged as the successor.

Full of pride.

Yet.

In this place.

He knew all bravado had to be shelved. No clan here fell short of his own, and this realization brought one name to the forefront.

--- Tang Qing.

Around the same age.

Still.

He had already carved out a legendary reputation, acknowledged worldwide; facing someone like that, only admiration stirred within.

Rival him?

Impossible.

Wealth.

Authority.

Sway.

Everything out of grasp.

Before.

Folks hadn't pondered it so thoroughly, but now it seemed clear: partnering with Hummingbird was a smart move, profits aside—the real value lay in the connections.

Right now.

The youth couldn't shake the thought that whether boosting trade flows or generating cash, Hummingbird served as Tang Qing's tool for broadening his reach.

Reflecting on it.

It inspired true respect.

For.

Tang Qing had pulled it off!

...

Before long.

They stepped into the grand castle.

"This way, please!"

A figure like a steward welcomed them at the threshold. Entering the vast banquet room, the assembly swelled with familiar faces, and they swiftly joined the mingle.

Sipping drinks.

Exchanging words.

Forming fresh bonds, the vibe buzzed with warmth; elders clustered together, while the youth carved out their own groups, all masters of mingling.

Laughing heartily.

Bursting with energy.

Within the chamber.

Tang Qing wandered through the clusters of the young elite.

Offspring from powerful clans stole glances at Tang Qing now and then, no surprise there—this guy's presence shone too brightly, outshining every peer.

A fortune hitting four hundred billion dollars.

Incredible!

Though these lineages brimmed with riches, none scaled to that level, plus family fortunes weren't individual holdings, a world apart.

Tang Qing, though?

Four hundred billion.

Purely his own; the total private riches of all gathered might not top his, making Tang Qing the undimmed star of the evening.

...

Toasting glasses.

Savored bites.

Hosts and visitors reveled in joy.

"Boss Tang, your kitchen master is outstanding."

"Exactly."

"Incredibly tasty."

"..."

This marked their initial encounter with cuisine so refined, even if modulation solution-grown produce graced their meals before—it was merely the base.

Not the finished creation.

The cook.

The craft.

Those set the ultimate bar for flavor. Realizing Tang Qing indulged in such delights daily, everyone sensed what real opulence felt like.

Excellence.

That's the essence of upscale living.

Absolutely.

They'd push their own chefs to improve, since if Tang Qing visited their lands next and the spread fell short by half, it'd spell humiliation.

This honor.

Must stay intact.

Hearing this.

Tang Qing simply grinned.

"Glad you enjoy it!"

Cooking skills.

The fighters claim second place.

None challenge first; to satisfy their palates, the fighters had scoured the world for every known culinary formula.

Hidden formulas?

Hah!

Mere trifles to the fighters. Once they'd exhausted all sources, they innovated their own, refining flavors relentlessly.

Hence.

In dining.

They reigned supreme.

Abruptly.

A voice brought up.

"Boss Tang, might you share those, uh, recipes? After sampling your chef's work, our past meals seem worthless!"

On that note.

Tang Qing agreed with a nod.

"Sure thing."

No fooling.

I'm no eatery owner, so why cling to the formulas? Truth be told, spreading them could prove advantageous, as they demand modulation solution.

Down the line.

Increasing spots will adopt them.

Then.

Modulation solution's demand surges as a huge win; with that in mind, Tang Qing resolved to drive this forward fully with the fighters.

"Much appreciated!"

"Awesome, treats await us."

"..."

The group erupted in cheers.

Feasting.

At their stature fulfills a deeper craving. None here were gritty bootstrappers or early-stage grinders.

Pleasure.

Embedded in their core.

...

Later on.

Talks largely circled deals until the feast wrapped near 10:30 PM, with no overnight lingers. These clans owned estates across Europe.

Indeed.

In every key European hub, properties abounded, easing journeys and lodging; hotels were rare choices, many being age-old dynasties, solidly entrenched.

Bidding farewell.

From the doorway.

Tang Qing stood silently under the falling snow. The entrance grounds now blanketed in soft, wind-tossed flakes like feathers.

Nurturing ties.

Drawing to an end.

Ahead.

Their aid would prove vital for countless endeavors.

Naturally.

Aspiration.

Tang Qing wouldn't depend solely on these houses. In past strategies, they carried heavy importance.

But.

Post-fifth authority unlock.

All.

Shifted dramatically.

For loyalty.

Nothing matches the reliability of your inner circle; so one hand keeps bonds with these clans alive, the other builds private strength.

Surely.

The ideal path turns them into private assets, though that challenge dwarfs mere individual sway.

These houses.

Each dominates its realm like a fierce dragon.

Entrenched deeply.

Unshakably rooted.

Alliances form readily, but unlike purchasing loyalty with cash—where they're flush but not as vast as his.

Yet.

Does a hundred-billion lifestyle truly pale against a trillion-dollar one? Not always; they rule supreme in their spheres, all-powerful.

Relishing.

Reveling.

Dwelling in grandest estates.

Surrounded by loveliest companions.

Basking in constant admiration.

Lavish rides.

Seafaring vessels.

Private jets.

None absent.

Hundreds of billions.

Trillions.

In lifestyle splendor.

The gap narrows sharply; partnerships bloom for gain, but full allegiance? Unlikely—it's mutual benefit.

No chains.

...

On the twenty-sixth.

In the afternoon.

Tang Qing reached Davos Town, settling into the lakeside villa as before. Visitors streamed in, and Tang Qing welcomed them all.

Included.

A few sought ties with Hummingbird.

Now.

Hummingbird operated in thirty-nine nations, its reach solidifying yet far from maximum. Those boasting sufficient clout pushed for partnerships.

Simple reason.

The might of this network had dawned on many, fueling their keen interest.