Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2373 - 2213: We Have a Great Boss

"Not bad."

A joyful smile lit up the mother's face as she learned of the 930,000. The cash itself brought satisfaction, yet what truly delighted her was her daughter's growing financial self-reliance.

Money.

The downfall trigger for countless young women!

Possessing funds.

Achieving independence.

Only then can one truly steer their own destiny. "Let's grab a house right after we eat," the beautiful young woman suggested with bubbling excitement. She'd been dreaming of this move for ages.

"..."

The mother's lips quirked in a twitch.

This little treasure.

She's about to slip right through my fingers!

"What's the rush? You've got a roof over your head already."

"Nope."

The young woman shook her head firmly.

"This is smart investing. Property values are bound to climb in the years ahead. Stashing cash in the bank could see it lose twenty to thirty percent of its worth over a decade. Buying a home makes way more sense."

"Really?"

The mother blinked in surprise.

Well then.

Her precious girl isn't fleeing the nest after all.

"Absolutely."

The young woman bobbed her head with enthusiasm.

"Just look at how much more expensive things are now compared to ten years back, yeah? Keeping money idle in the bank is like watching it vanish. Far better to sink it into real estate that keeps its worth."

"A home."

"Stands out as a solid, straightforward choice. I'm not chasing huge profits here—just aiming to hold onto today's buying power for the next ten years. Pretty clever, huh?"

The young woman let out a light giggle.

"Very clever."

What more could the mother add?

As she pondered it.

She had to agree.

Inflation was hitting harder these days. Veggies cost fifty cents a pound last year; now they ran eighty cents. Even everyday folks could spot how the currency's strength was fading.

Given that.

A property purchase.

Looked like the top safe bet for folks in their position. "Fine, let's do it, but aim for something spacious in a prime spot."

"You bet."

Once the meal wrapped up.

The mother and daughter hooked arms and stepped out to seal their investment deal.

...

Meanwhile.

In the capital city.

At the airfield.

Fresh off the flight, Chu Sheng glanced at the incoming text on his cell and broke into a grin. After twelve months of grinding, his balance had jumped once more.

Standing nearby.

Bai Qing caught the look and inquired.

"What's got you smiling?"

"Check this out."

Chu Sheng handed over his phone. The message showed a deposit of 230,000; Bai Qing whipped out hers, powered it up, and sure enough, hers popped in too.

160,000.

"Haha! This is awesome." Bai Qing burst into laughter.

Just a single year on the job.

And the year-end payouts already hit tens of thousands. The key driver was the explosive growth at Wan Qing's North Africa site this year, raking in solid profits—without that, such rewards would've stayed out of reach.

"I'll catch up to you in no time!" Bai Qing teased Chu Sheng with a chuckle.

Her role.

At Wan Qing Mining.

His gig.

With Zhongyu Special Guard.

Obviously.

The first one drove direct earnings with endless expansion room, whereas the second was merely a protection firm—its steady base drew admiration, but upward mobility stayed capped.

On that note.

Chu Sheng shrugged in good-natured defeat.

"Fair enough."

"I'll be counting on you to support me down the line."

"Haha!"

"..."

The pair bantered and chuckled while exiting the terminal. Stationed in Algeria for work, trips home like this were rare—limited to once annually.

On this visit.

They aimed to tie the knot officially.

At first.

They'd figured on setting up house post-wedding. But surprise, Boss Tang went all out, developing an entire community, and as staff, they snagged a unit for themselves.

Thus.

They settled on a 150-square-meter spot in Beijing, and with all the perks pooled, their out-of-pocket cost hovered near 300,000.

300,000.

In Beijing.

Per square meter.

Back in 2010, that screamed steal. Even if her old spot at CCTV kicked off another staff housing drive, prices wouldn't dip that low.

Incredible.

It felt outright gifted.

Shortly after.

They pulled up at Bai Qing's family place.

Unlike earlier days, her folks had warmed to Chu Sheng bit by bit—after all, wedding talks were underway; the real drag was how distant their postings lay.

Africa.

Good grief!

That's clear across the globe.

"When's your next return?" After some casual talk, the mother finally voiced the question weighing on her.

"Give it a few years."

Chu Sheng replied without hesitation.

"Mom." Bai Qing murmured bashfully.

"Okay, okay, I won't push. You two handle your own path." The mother backed off, dropping the topic, no longer fretting over their prospects.

For one thing.

The housing was locked in.

Plus.

Zero debt meant this big hurdle was cleared, sparing them real hardship. Their career paths ahead? That'd be their call.

Back then.

She'd fretted over Africa's tough setup.

But now.

Through videos and snaps each time, it dawned on her that Tang Qing's deep pockets turned even African outposts, even the Sahara itself.

Into lush, comfortable havens.

With every need met.

What's more.

Perks ran top-notch—even Beijing's state firms seldom matched such staff housing, yet ditching CCTV for a private outfit had landed her a home.

Impressive stuff.

Even Beijing natives couldn't hide their jealousy. A pad fetching millions, maybe tens of millions on the open market—who'd offload it without a fight?

Besides.

It'd pass to the kids someday.

So.

A family juggling three properties: one for the elders, one for the folks, one saved for offspring—how far does that really stretch?

Suppose.

Two kids in the mix.

Then what.

Yet another roof required.

Bottom line.

Don't judge by appearances alone; that's too shortsighted.

"No need to worry—the firm's got our futures mapped out long-term. For starters, they provide training to ease job shifts. Also, internal transfers are on the table."

"It won't stick to mining ops; Boss Tang's empire keeps expanding, and they don't casually cut loose senior execs."

"Relax."

"We've got an outstanding leader."

Bai Qing shared with a warm smile.

This outlook.

Had grown crystal clear since signing on. Boss Tang treated his team with lavish fairness, always eyeing the big picture, never viewing them as mere cogs.

Looking ahead.

Keep delivering strong.

She could seamlessly shift from Wan Qing Mining to a Tang Qing branch right here in Beijing. Her exact role? Still TBD, but she kept building skills across the board.

Advancing steadily in multiple fields.

In essence.

Broadening her horizons. As for Chu Sheng, holding down Deputy Manager at the North Africa security ops, even sans quick promotion, he'd stay in leadership circles.

Hence.

Come that day.

Leveraging his background, a fitting mainland post seemed highly probable; Zhongyu Special Guard's main office had already hinted at it.

Not formalized yet.

Still.

Steps were underway.

...

Around the world.

Across nations.

Tang Qing's staff beamed from ear to ear upon collecting their year-end windfalls. This round's bonuses smashed forecasts, rivaling a full year's pay in many cases.

Likewise.

Outsiders' jealousy burned fierce.

"Why can't I land a boss like that!"

"Oh man!"

"Talk about lavish!"

"How much cash are they shelling out this go?" one voice piped up. Pics flew around; some scored tens of thousands, others broke into hundreds of thousands—pure generosity.

In response.

Before long.

A self-proclaimed expert broke it down.

"Gotta be over twenty billion at minimum, seeing as averages topped last year's. That was roughly eight billion then, but with a bigger headcount now and fatter checks, it's easily past twenty billion."

"..."

Suddenly.

Plenty gasped for air.

Twenty.

Billion.

Holy crap!

What extravagance!

Dropping more than twenty billion on bonuses—how many outfits boasted that kind of guts? Zero. Not a single one. Shoot, even a decade back, China's richest couldn't claim such assets, could they?