Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2369 - 2209: Charging Ahead
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Four years.
No defeats, just endless profits.
This stands as a hallmark of Yantang University, where the leading ten percent in the yearly standings earn complimentary round-trip flights for the winter holidays this season.
As for this perk.
Students from other institutions can't resist feeling jealous. The score of sixty marks a threshold, yet at Yantang University, it represents an uncommon achievement rather than the norm.
Sixty.
Humiliating.
Zero prizes.
No bonus credits.
The further up the ladder you climb, the richer the rewards become, with extra marks boosting the total evaluation. Should your rank dip too far, submitting an application to Tang Qing's firms would.
Yield.
Rejection!
Absolutely no leeway.
After all.
Much like big corporations scouting new grads, they favor the elite performers. It's not solely about grades equaling skill, but they grasp precisely what's required at every level.
This insight.
Matters greatly.
...
"Mom."
"Alright."
"I'll arrive home by afternoon at the latest; the school foots the bill for the flight."
"Mmm."
"School's going great for me, right in the top ten percent."
"Naturally, I've buckled down on my studies. Can't chat more, I'm off now." In the dorm room, a stellar female scholar beamed widely post-exams.
Reflecting on it.
One year.
With diligent effort, earnings in a single year surpass what many achieve in a lifetime; campus meals cost little, and breaks bring discount vouchers.
Thus.
Minimal spending on campus.
Upon graduation.
Enter the workforce.
Sustaining top-tier performance ensures a near-certain spot in Tang Qing's affiliated firms, ushering in a truly rewarding existence.
Home.
Vehicle.
Travel perks.
All within reach, independent of others' support.
For women.
They too can shoulder the world!
"Sisters, catch you post-New Year!" Within the dorm, while half snagged flight reimbursements, schedules varied, with one departing at dawn the next day.
Then.
She gathered her luggage.
Departed.
Boarded the ride.
A special shuttle runs from campus straight to the airport. Given the high volume, over twenty vehicles stand ready, launching once loaded, no longer than thirty minutes apart.
Truly thoughtful.
"So jealous!"
Juxtaposition reveals the gaps; plenty of old high school peers gaze upon this, souring their holiday spirits since their own campuses provide zilch in perks.
No coverage.
No shuttles.
All aspects.
Fall on you to manage.
Certainly.
Adulthood demands independence, yet this 'flush with funds' edge crafting a premium student experience ties not to self-sufficiency, baffling onlookers.
Desperately wish to switch schools!
Good heavens!
That's the ideal campus dream they once chased.
...
"Heading home."
"Take care!"
In the quarters, Qin Shiqi tidied up lightly, bid farewell to her dorm mates, slung her pack, and crossed to the neighboring hall, linking up with her sibling and Tang Nian’er.
Due to the tests.
She skipped returning last week.
The prior evening.
Marked the semester's final night with roommates; all synced to head back today, drawing eyes to the trio of stunning young women.
"Stunning!"
"Adorable!"
"Breathtaking!"
"Spotting them once more before parting is a treat!"
"..."
Numerous pupils remarked on the ladies; college youth brim with vitality, and their frequent joint outings had built them a solid reputation.
Obviously.
Scores pursued chats.
Regrettably.
None prevailed; academic swaps flowed easily, but romantic advances dashed hopes as they declared outright: No romances during uni.
Sure enough.
Fact or facade, unclear, but none appeared linked to males, all being elite scholars in the top one percent.
Looks.
Brains.
Intimidate many suitors.
Now.
Accustomed to such gazes from high school days, the three exited the gates unfazed and slipped into a modest Xinyue van.
At the sight.
Peers breathed easy.
Whew.
Not flashy wheels.
Lest.
They fret over the trio of idols in shady setups; fortunately, truth proves kinder, the realm remains rather kind!
...
February 6th.
Shanghai Stock Market.
Commercial zone.
Workspace.
Tang Qing wrapped up the final annual initiative discussion, holiday prep now complete; he intends to journey back to Qingyan City shortly.
By the pane.
Gazing at the street, staff lugging bags big and small, a grin lit his features; the joys of everyday folk prove straightforward—paychecks and perks.
And these.
He possesses in abundance.
These days.
Guided by his standards, employee welfare at various major private outfits has shifted; some enhance more, others less, yet countless gain from it.
Frankly.
Perks.
Stem from earnings.
Generating revenue.
Provides the funds to share.
Hence.
Most firms genuinely struggle with lavish packages; for numerous mid-sized operations, a single month of compensated leave might devour the yearly surplus.
Fighting to stay afloat.
Thus.
Tang Qing viewed himself without pretense; with wealth aplenty, offering extra feels right, since funds never run short, even should his ventures collapse.
He'd still boast national-level fortune.
Undoubtedly.
The odds of failure remain slim, as self-sabotage isn't on the agenda; thus, flourishing defines the path, reaping billions or trillions in gains.
Distributing portions.
Works fine.
Stashing it.
Keeping it all... Tang Qing scarcely minds this annual hundreds of billions; circulating riches benefits all, especially sans shareholder oversight in his sectors.
Gained it.
Spent it.
We decide.
...
Eleven in the morning.
At the entrance.
The Shanghai Stock Market's highest leader swung by for a year-end courtesy call, picking the commercial zone as the spot; currently, the market's premier duo of firms are Tang Qing's.
Comet Group.
Qingyuan Technology.
Thus.
Impossible to overlook, their power and fame shine as twin pillars for Shanghai Stock Market.
See.
Huaxia's top two private entities reside here, and the tax breaks for Comet Group and Qingyuan Technology near their close; starting mid-next year.
Projected.
They'll pour massive sums into Shanghai Stock Market's coffers, no mere trickle—Qingyuan Technology by itself, upon taxation, pledges at least hundreds of billions annually.
Hundreds of billions.
In Shanghai Stock Market, it commands notice.
"When do you plan to return home?"
"Day after next."
"Solid timing; one more year, and Qingyuan Technology keeps advancing splendidly, impressive work—the plane and dive craft crafted in just twelve months are outstanding."
"Indeed."
"Ha, modesty suits you, but excellence is excellence."
"Fair enough, I agree it's strong."
"Ha!"
"..."
Tang Qing hosted the talk, focusing chiefly on the enterprise; last year's near-four-hundred-billion RMB turnover claimed the private sector crown.
"For this year, what's the target?"
"Five thousand."
Tang Qing upped the goal by one thousand.
"Oh?"
"Tough challenge?"
"I'll push hard; targets exist to chase, after all." Tang Qing kept it ambiguous outwardly, though inwardly, he held firm confidence in hitting it.
Five thousand.
Such a sum?
Even in hundreds of millions, sustaining the Epoch's prior monthly pace at five thousand average per piece, plus expanding ventures.
Makes it attainable.