Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2374 - 2214: How Much Did Tang Qing Earn in 2009?
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Everyone shares the same sentiment.
Regular folks feel the jealousy, and the executives do too.
Wooo!
Hundreds of billions.
Handing out bonuses on this massive scale feels outrageously lavish. Plenty of firms toil away just to scrape together a single billion yearly, even the giants among them.
And what about Tang Qing?
The yearly bonuses by themselves total more than what countless businesses could ever hope to make, stirring up pure envy and a desire to keep him all to themselves.
Oh my!
This spendthrift.
All that cash.
Why squander it like this? He chose to spread it around, leaving the staff who still have vacation days staring with odd looks!
This year.
He'll likely face the employees' scorn once more!
...
One issue remained unresolved.
Then.
A question popped up:
"In 2009, how much profit did Tang Qing's businesses generate for him?"
Right away.
Reporters jumped on it, first adding up the earnings from the three key public companies' statements, then figuring out the rest from available info.
In the end.
Astonished!
"Post-tax earnings surpass 200 billion RMB."
Right off.
It dominated the trending lists.
"Wow!"
"I must be hallucinating; did they get the math wrong? 200 billion RMB?"
"Insane."
"Bogus."
"..."
The mere sight of the news title baffled countless readers. Back in 2010, 200 billion RMB could've claimed the top spot for individual wealth.
Yet now.
One claim states: This is the yearly cash haul.
In reality.
It goes beyond what's expected.
Still.
Diving into the full article, folks realized it might actually be understated.
"Comet Group, during 2009, boosted by three 'Civilization' movies, plus film operations, music ventures, headlines, TikTok, literature, and more, brought in 12 billion RMB."
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"Qingyuan Technology, featuring Epoch first- and second-gen phones, Epoch laptops, Epoch tablets, Epoch smart bands, Epoch projection televisions, and accessories."
"Delivered after-tax gains of 95 billion RMB."
"..."
"Microcrystalline Technology, including Time holographic projectors, Time Stores, 2D projection TVs, solar initiatives... Added: 35 billion RMB."
"..."
"Sheng Tang Group, though it skipped the financial reveal, based on pricing for temperature-regulating fabric, the earnings margin could safely hit at least 5 billion."
"..."
"Temperature-regulating apparel firm, drawing from last year's taxes, profits likely clock in around 15 billion RMB at minimum."
"..."
"Qingyang Audio, topping the sector, per expert analyses and past audio gear trends, no less than 15 billion."
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"Wan Qing Mining..."
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"Jinghua Real Estate..."
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"Ali..."
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Once all the firms were detailed, readers grasped the breakdown and spotted no flaws in the figures.
Therefore.
They got shocked all over again.
It looks like.
Billions are locked in, possibly higher, since beyond the three main listed holdings and two partial ones, the rest came from approximations.
Not spot-on.
Yet.
It's plenty; pulling in 200 billion over a year equals roughly 600 million daily, and breaking it down, that's about 7000 RMB every second.
A quick stoop.
Beats out their entire monthly paycheck.
Suddenly.
They plunged into personal despair!
...
Qingyan City.
Manor.
"Tangtang, did you actually hand over more than 20 billion?" Spotting the reports, Mother Tang's pulse quickened as she quizzed her son mid-meal. It was downright scary.
"Yeah!"
Tang Qing affirmed with a nod.
"That huge?" Father Tang marveled aloud.
"It's fine, sure it's a hefty sum, but hoarding cash serves little purpose—true value comes from putting it into action." Tang Qing grinned lightly, dropping a lofty idea.
Hearing that.
The parents had no choice but to go along with it resignedly.
Fine.
They didn't mind.
Merely stunned; half a decade back, netting five or six thousand monthly from a tiny store thrilled them, yet today their boy doles out billions.
Tough adjustment.
At the meal.
"Tangtang, make sure to budget your expenses wisely." Tang Qing's grandparents chimed in, having arrived in Qingyan City with the Lunar New Year nearing, mostly to escape the village bustle.
Indeed.
Their son succeeded.
The grandson shone brightly, a real joy.
But.
Crowds of visitors showed up, known and unknown, rich, powerful, favor-seekers, gift-bringers... Quiet times grew scarce.
So they chose.
To relocate here for a serene holiday.
Plus.
Lin Jiaxue's grandparents joined too, for pretty much identical motives. Through the years, to repay the village, the Tangs launched two modest businesses there.
The goal.
Obviously to handle locals who approached, longtime neighbors they'd seen mature; outright dismissal felt off.
Hence.
Two outfits got established.
Locals.
Could all participate.
The jobs stayed light.
Handling partial food prep and livestock raising, pulling in thousands monthly, aiding the area; but slotting unfit folks into broader Tang operations?
No dice.
Outwardly.
They showed respect.
Cash.
Got provided.
Further demands? Out of luck.
"Rest easy, I’ve got it handled." Tang Qing assured with a smile.
Nearby.
Tang Kai observed his nephew with an unending grin, sharp yet straightforward, though anyone dismissing Tang Qing as naive would regret it deeply.
Profound smarts.
Feigning naivety.
His depth even challenged Tang Kai to match, and over time together, glimpses of that steady poise, that aura of total command, would surface now and then.
Only.
Tang Kai couldn't pinpoint the source of this assurance. It felt like no obstacle loomed, and sure enough, success had flowed steadily.
...
Post-meal.
Fully satisfied.
Everyone dispersed.
Amid the lake.
Pavilion.
Tang Qing, his uncle, and a few others sipped tea and talked, and pondering his post-holiday role in Shanghai stirred some nerves in Qin Yugang, given his swift rise.
In five and a half years.
Section.
Division.
Department.
All crossed in sequence, with the next leap to the Ministry—a feat Qin Yugang once deemed distant.
Before.
He merely gazed upward.
Today.
A modest dream took shape; at forty-two, time abounded to climb that rung, and the hurdle wouldn't prove too steep.
At most.
He'd clear it by early fifties.
Should.
Another 'boost' arrive, he could vault it pre-fifty, and nudging forward once more before stepping down seemed feasible.
Okay.
But that's ahead.
Qin Yugang figured he'd prioritize nailing the present duties first.
"Uncle, we'll meet up more from here on. Why not relocate aunt closer too, for easier support?" In conversation, Tang Qing proposed casually.
Earlier.
In the provincial hub, trips home stayed simple; weekends allowed returns.
Now.
Shanghai's a haul away, schedules tighten, and the fresh post's rank sits high.
Across the country.
Just two such national development zones exist, soon three with this year's addition, yet without doubt, spots there always draw fierce interest.