Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2370 - 2210: Promotion
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Not long after that.
Heading toward the western area.
Right at this time.
Spotting numerous folks dragging along wheeled suitcases.
"Are they all heading out for a break?"
"Nope."
Tang Qing grinned and wagged his head.
"From this day forward, we'll stagger the holidays bit by bit right up to the twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month, just to dodge packing everyone into a single day. With so many crowding in, trains and flights turn into total chaos."
"Smart move."
"Too bad."
"Few firms can pull this off." When it comes to running a business smoothly, Tang Qing's outfit leads the pack, mainly because profits roll in steadily, freeing them from fretting over these holiday snags.
Without cash flow.
All else falls flat.
Mulling it over.
A wave of joy washed through him.
Greater earnings.
Mean bigger boosts for the Shanghai markets. Billions upon billions in taxes can fuel tons of projects, and back in 2010, that's an enormous haul, solidifying their spot as the prime tax payer.
Way ahead of the runner-up.
...
Gazing at the throngs heading back for the holidays, a thought struck him, prompting praise for Tang Qing, "Your app has truly eased the chaos of the Spring Festival rush."
Years back.
Xiao Xiao pushed hard to sell management software for businesses and operations.
Hydropower setups.
Power grids.
Gas supplies.
All sectors tied to everyday living got targeted, linking them through software for public services. At first, folks were puzzled.
But then.
Once fast payments and phone-based transactions took off.
Whoa!
Plenty stood slack-jawed.
As it turned out.
This laid the groundwork for a massive play, leveraging old ties and software networks to let users pay for water, power, and gas straight on Xiao Xiao.
Back when.
It sparked envy across industries; access points equal revenue, beyond snagging small fees, it pulled in crowds of fresh users.
That very month.
Xiao Xiao's downloads skyrocketed.
These days.
Every utility bill in Shanghai handles via smartphone.
No need to step outside.
Super handy.
Including.
Rail tickets too, though capacity limits held back full rollout; the railways built tech over three years without jumping in.
Previous year.
High-speed rail went online for bookings.
Six days prior.
January thirtieth.
Kicking off the Spring Festival travel peak, they tested online sales for standard trains, but overload hit hard—launched at ten a.m., it teetered on collapse by midday.
Glitching.
Lagging.
Refreshes failing.
...
A slew of issues cropped up. Spotting the mess, railway officials reached out to Xiao Xiao pronto, sealing a deal in hours to offload strain onto the cloud system.
Ticket searches eat up over ninety percent of site visits, with request floods at peak times, so they shared just that load.
At the start.
Trials kicked off on the thirtieth.
In the end.
A solid split formed: twenty percent on railway hardware, eighty percent backed by cloud power.
On that day.
The glitches vanished.
Running like silk.
Perfectly smooth. Plus, since the ticketing setup and data core ran on Xiao Xiao's provided tools with minimal tweaks, things wrapped up quick.
If not.
Even basic tech merging would've dragged on.
Facing the compliments.
"It's all about helping folks out." Tang Qing chuckled.
"..."
That line.
Struck the entourage as a bit offbeat, yet reflecting on Tang Qing's track record, it fit the vibe in certain ways.
Tangible goods.
Inspirational touches.
Daily ease.
His ventures offer stuff that smooths and uplifts living.
Figuring it.
Tang Qing's a party member too, signed up in year one, so the words ring true. Staring at that youthful visage, a thought bubbled up: A real win for Huaxia.
Strolling along.
Keeping on.
They reached the riverbank, where the whole park nestles amid waters, like an island spot, prime in spot and surroundings among Shanghai's gems.
Crystal streams encircle.
Lush greenery cools.
Now.
After hefty investments, Shanghai's waterways run pristine, a sight that soothes the eyes; by the bank with a gentle gust, spirits lift high.
...
Midday.
They shared lunch at the park's guest eatery, tossing around topics till two p.m., when Tang Qing at last unwound, no weariness in sight.
After all.
At Rui Nan.
He's tackled feasts for hundreds, mingling with moguls and leaders from scores of nations, so these settings? Piece of cake, routine for mid-year and end-year bashes.
Twice yearly.
Just right.
To strengthen bonds.
On top.
Positive updates abound: come next year, Uncle Qin Yugang shifts here, bumped up half a rank, and the post's locked in—the very district housing the park.
This development.
Didn't stem from his pulls, but Chai and Zheng clans, alongside some ambitious lineages, locked it down.
Two days back.
Final nods given.
Post-Lunar New Year.
Late February, he'll step up; Tang Qing's thrilled for his uncle's arrival, first off the rise, second the chance to keep an eye out.
Over five and a half years.
Climbing ranks like a shuttle, rocket-fast; elsewhere, it might stir talk, but here amid bright talents, it blends seamlessly.
...
Eighth day.
Dawn.
Tang Qing headed back to Qingyan City, the estate buzzing with festivity, lanterns dangling from every post, paper crafts and red ties dotting the scene.
"..."
Fine.
Charming.
Costs little anyway; stepping inside, he caught Qin Shiqi and her sisters in crimson, modeling winter Tang suits from Sheng Tang.
"Bro, what do you think?"
Tang Nian’er dashed up, twirling a few rounds, cute as a sprite.
"Suits you great."
"Gonna film a clip—New Year's vibe, plus blessing vids for the followers." Tang Nian’er beamed, though keeping her face hidden.
Still.
Her followers pack a punch.
Before.
New Year's Eve show plus TikTok buzz made her tracks hit big, fans surging to top three on TikTok; face out, she'd claim first easy.
Before him.
Dozens of Tang suits in diverse cuts, totaling hundreds of thousands in value, Sheng Tang bespoke, even the phoenix motif on the front piece sketched by Tang Qing.
With that massive following, curiosity about her looks runs wild, near desperate pleas, but pointless—Tang Nian’er shuns the spotlight.
Insiders.
Besides Tang kin, just firm execs.
Thus.
No leaks allowed; fans miss her name but grasp one fact—this girl's loaded, filthy rich.
Personal studio.
Sumptuous.
Grand.
Pricey.
Each gadget screams wealth, brands alone outpacing yearly hauls for average earners, topped by a vast instrument hall with six pianos lined up.
Loads more gear, like a full music store.
Three whole levels.
Up top!
Tunes fans drool, dying to leap through screens.
Sharp eyes calculate.
Whoa!
Astonished.
Under tens of millions? No way; slowly, it clicks—for a heiress like this, no traffic cash needed, so why reveal?
Reflecting.
Just for the joy.
Some even.
Dig for signup details, but Comet Group staff lack clearance on Tang Nian’er’s data, save a handful of bosses.
On that note.
They'd never spill.