Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2376 - 216: Blessings
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
This evening.
The entire metropolis.
All residents witnessed the nonstop fireworks lighting up the sky above the estate, yet silence reigned without any noise. Numerous folks captured the spectacle on video and shared it across the internet, creating a vibrant buzz.
"Who muted the audio?"
"Yeah, right."
"It's not muted; those are holographic projection fireworks, right over Tang Qing’s family estate. Word is they lit up all night long, stunningly gorgeous, and totally quiet for neighbors."
"Wow!"
"Absolutely stunning!"
"What luxury!"
"Fitting for Trillionaire Tang! Imagine if the whole city glowed like that—pure magic. But honestly, outside Xin’an City, nowhere else would go this lavish."
"Uh-huh!"
The previous night.
In Myanmar’s Xin’an City, shortly after midnight.
Fireworks exploded across the skyline, turning the place into a festive whirlwind. A massive ring of projections in classic Huaxia red splashed across skyscraper walls, a jaw-dropping sight that even made headlines on CCTV news that morning.
"This promo nailed it."
"Haha."
"They're tempting me to grab holographic projections once more; all I can say is: hold on till I've got the cash."
"..."
Across the web.
Once folks learned it was the Tang Family Manor, realization dawned, and nobody viewed it as flaunting riches. Instead, the dominant chatter framed it as: promotion.
Mm.
Exactly, nothing but a promo.
The previous night.
The Spring Festival Gala.
Got bombarded by spots from Tang Qing’s enterprise, popping up on CCTV’s big show or regional broadcasts—practically inescapable, Tang Qing’s outfit everywhere.
Tied to that two hundred billion profit haul,
Fine.
Let's dive into the juicy rumors, ring in our own celebrations.
...
On Lunar New Year's first day.
Typically, families stick close, skipping relative visits. After Tang Qing freshened up a bit, he tagged along with the group for some outings and enjoyment.
Theme park.
Movie studio town.
Qingyan Mountain.
North Suburban Park.
...
In recent years, Qingyan City transformed massively. Tang Qing hadn't wandered like this in ages; everything felt refreshingly new, leading them finally to the city's eastern edge.
"Over there’s the New District."
Tang Kai gestured toward the vast building site ahead.
Back then.
Spurred by Roy City’s blueprint, Qingyan City's elite figured they could replicate it, so they united forces and went all-in.
Today.
Construction's underway.
The footprint spans enormously.
Mirroring Myanmar’s urban setup, it favors low-level structures mostly, skimping on towers, with smart zoning for functions, aiming to nail the layout perfectly from the start.
"Impressive."
"Fingers crossed."
"They steer clear of slapping up towers willy-nilly." Qin Yugang grinned.
Shaping a city.
Like sketching on fresh paper, preserve the pure vision, but post-build, if structures sprout haphazardly, streets torn for pipework, tacking on extras.
The whole vibe.
Would shatter, slashing its visual charm big time.
At those words.
Tang Kai chuckled and shook his head.
"No worries there."
"We've synced with city hall: once this zone finishes, zero approvals for fresh builds, additions, or teardowns, all locked into home sale agreements."
"You're safe."
From the outset.
On this point.
Tang Kai stood firm—no such clause, no funding from him; craft it right upfront, bar anyone from wrecking it down the line.
On that note.
The big developers nodded along.
This round.
Lots of collaborators, top outfits from Qingyan City, plus provincial heavyweights, backed by official city papers, so it ought to hold steady long-term.
Amenities fully geared.
Streets.
Sewer systems.
Conduits.
All set up completely, skipping future digs, with top-tier quality across the board to cut upkeep; basically, built to last a decade without fading.
...
"That's solid work." Qin Yugang approved with a nod.
All of a sudden.
His gaze shifted to Tang Qing.
"Tangtang, reckon this setup fits the Shanghai Stock Market?" Though not yet on the job, Qin Yugang's mind wandered that way inevitably.
Earlier.
Back in the provincial hub.
He oversaw the dev zone, modest in size, mostly factories, so he skimmed details. But now the scale's huge, New District eyeing five million souls.
Blending homes and business.
To that end.
"Sure, feasible."
Tang Qing replied.
At core, it's a compact urban dev approach, adaptable anywhere funds flow. Only in megaspots, land costs skyrocket, curbing such grandeur.
"Nah."
"Way too pricey."
After mulling, Qin Yugang softly dismissed it.
Indeed.
They could pull it off.
Yet expenses soar, even with ample room, it's prime Shanghai turf—erecting it feels pointless, truth be told, more indulgence than necessity.
Fresh off the boat.
To play safe, avoid spotlight, ease into duties, sort networks, skip bold moves this year.
Since.
If keen, just tap Tang Qing. His rise's been meteoric already; time to chill a bit, stay humble helps.
Steady!
Counts most right now.
...
The following day.
Lunar New Year's second day.
The Tang household welcomed visitors, drawing nearly every notable from Qingyan City, the scene buzzing with energy. Tang Qing, the top mogul, skipped the hosting duties.
Lake edge.
Soaking rays.
Nearby.
Sat old pals and team members. Li Kai, wed last June, wheeled his baby carriage, embracing dad life with ease.
Meantime, Dou Jiao’s kid dashed about freely now.
Meanwhile.
Qi Yan shared glad tidings too, wedding bells this year. The guy? Tang Qing met him last; no rush job, just organic flow.
For this.
Tang Qing inwardly sent warm wishes.
Qi Yan.
His debut biz ally, first encounter featured her wild purple locks, non-mainstream style; she offloaded the apparel plant to him, hopped aboard Sheng Tang.
That era.
Qi Yan hit twenty-six.
These days.
Five-plus years flown by, she's thirty-two.
Time.
Has begun etching traces on her, not uglier by any means, but years catch up for women inevitably.
Even a trailblazer like her craved hearth and home. Beyond Qi Yan, his inaugural hire—Zhang Jing—shed single status too.
Within Sky Eye.
Plenty of solid guys.
Hence.
After years solo, now twenty-seven, she warmed to a coworker's advances; Tang Qing tracked their romance keenly.
For shady types, he'd block.
Luckily.
Neither snagged duds, sparing him intervention. Unaware of Zhang Jing’s tie to him, she skipped bringing the beau today.
"Old Tang, get on it."
Cradling his tot.
Li Kai joked with a grin.
Post-wedding.
Days brimmed with purpose, less wild freedom than before, yet he grasped duty's weight, worlds from the green kid of half a year back.
Less green.
More grown.
Job.
Clock out.
Baby time.
Same grind daily, but spotting the tyke always hits sweet.
"..."
To that.
Tang Qing shot back an eye-roll right away; still in uni, not everyone's rushing like you, first in our class to spawn.
Bragging.
Keep bragging!
Catching it.
Li Kai stayed clueless, chuckling as he parked nearby, flaunting the babe in sunlight. Tang Qing tuned in quietly, poise intact. Kids? No rush for him.
Longevity.
No more barrier!
Plus.
One snag lingered: his vitality surged too fiercely. Even sans precautions, Lin Jiaxue couldn't conceive.