Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2395 - 2235: This World Is Truly Cruel!
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Suddenly.
"Ah!"
While Yan Xiaomei prepared tea, Mu Youyou's sudden cry caught her attention.
At the sound.
She hurried to the spot.
"What's wrong?"
She noticed.
Mu Youyou pressed against the huge floor-to-ceiling window, staring intently outward; Yan Xiaomei glanced over and spotted Tang Qing encircled by a crowd.
Thus.
Another figure joined her at the glass.
At last.
Only after Tang Qing vanished from sight did they shift their eyes away. Grabbing their camera, they headed outside—not to snap Tang Qing, but to capture the park's stunning features.
Not snapping photos.
That would be a total shame, wouldn't it?
After all.
Regular folks rarely get access to the park, so they grabbed the chance.
In this way.
The park hosted two beautiful young women clicking away at every corner, and only as dusk settled did their tour wrap up, yielding a bounty of shots of course, though a touch of regret lingered.
Since they were limited to outside views.
No access card.
Besides spots like the Cafeteria, no other areas opened to them.
…
Nightfall.
On the top level of a 'Capacitor' building, Tang Qing enjoyed his meal, not solo, joined virtually by Ge Feng's hologram munching breakfast across the ocean in America.
As they dined.
Ge Feng showered compliments endlessly.
"That yacht you crafted for me is incredible. My older brother keeps insisting that once he's got the funds, he'll order one himself."
The prior month.
He'd flown to Huaxia on purpose.
For that vessel.
He piloted it personally back to the States, cruising and sightseeing en route, a nearly month-long voyage, docking just the day before. Looking back on the trip, Ge Feng felt utterly thrilled.
One word.
Superb!
These days.
Tang Qing's yacht designs have become a global sensation.
Daring.
Original.
Top-notch handling as well, sure it's costly, yet every rider declares it's money well spent. This marks Ge Feng's second purchase from him; the initial one still runs fine.
Still.
A yacht resembles luxury vehicles.
One.
How could that suffice? If you adore it and have the cash, naturally, more is better, and it's not overly steep—a genuine price from Tang Qing, merely hundreds of millions in RMB.
Over recent years.
His gains from Tang Qing have multiplied over ten times. With multiple firms listing on the stock market, profits soared, alongside steady investments that added even more wealth.
Hence.
Such sums in the hundreds of millions RMB mean little.
…
"Glad you're pleased."
Under the praise.
Tang Qing offered a faint grin.
"Oh, by the way, are you into soccer?" Ge Feng inquired abruptly, as during their chat, his eyes drifted to the TV broadcast in his room.
"Not really."
Tang Qing denied with a head shake.
"Why's that?"
"Way too simple," Tang Qing explained.
"…"
Ge Feng's lips quirked in disbelief—soccer too simple? "Today's the opener for the 2010 World Cup groups, and I even wagered a hundred grand."
Hearing that.
Tang Qing couldn't suppress a chuckle.
"Who'd you pick?"
"South Africa, one-nil," Ge Feng mentioned offhand. Truth be told, the bet wasn't about the cash, but in Western social scenes, wagering on matches is standard.
From the working class.
To the middle ranks.
Up to the elite.
All dabble for amusement. Skip it, and you lack chat fodder with peers, particularly for the quadrennial World Cup spectacle.
So.
Purchase a stake win or lose, it's key to staying in the loop. After all, thriving on foreign soil means adapting to local ways.
"You'll come out on top," Tang Qing remarked lightly.
"For real?"
"Yep!"
"Haha, appreciate the good vibes," Ge Feng chuckled happily, figuring Tang Qing was just courteous. South Africa versus Mexico looked dead even this round.
Outcome.
Unpredictable!
Observing.
Tang Qing grinned silently, the Pixiu Plan never paused. Missing a massive event like the World Cup would squander potential.
In his previous existence.
South Africa faced tough luck.
As hosts, they failed to reach the knockout stage, overshadowed by rivals' feats. This go-around, grant them a sliver of pride outwardly.
Sure.
Only marginally improved.
Not even the quarterfinals.
Elimination remains their fate.
Earlier.
Data scrolled past, forming a chart—the projected World Cup outcomes from the Fighters. Though the groups just launched with the debut game.
Yet.
Fates were sealed.
"…"
It must be noted, this realm is brutally harsh!
…
Precisely at 22:00.
"Beep!"
The whistle echoed, launching the South African World Cup group opener: hosts South Africa clashing with Mexico, drawing crowds who burned the midnight oil to watch.
Ultimately.
"Beep!"
Final whistle.
Over.
South Africa triumphs one-nil over Mexico.
United States.
Ge Family Estate.
"Haha, victory!" Witnessing the score, Ge Feng beamed with delight. A random choice, but triumph brings that rush of elation.
Abruptly.
He recalled Tang Qing's comment, though it passed swiftly, no big deal—a one-nil isn't some wild ten-one blowout.
Odds of nailing it weren't low.
Next.
Onward with viewing.
Second game, France versus Uruguay.
…
Washington.
A residence.
"They pulled it off."
Glancing at the phone alert, a Black man tending his yard grinned, not the gambler's glee.
Rather, an 'I expected as much' smirk.
True enough.
He foresaw it.
As a mid-tier operative in U.S. Homeland Security, he toiled diligently, though his unit shunned the front lines, its duties held vital weight.
But rewards stayed slim.
The year before.
A fresh superior arrived, summoning him for a talk, where the leader subtly proposed recruitment, astonishingly promising perks.
—Cash!
Instantly.
He froze in shock.
Yet.
The pull of crisp bills proved overwhelming, plus the superior alluded to powerful allies across agencies and top brass.
Consequently.
He yielded.
Following that.
Tricky assignments dried up, just routine work, though he twice smoothed over blatant violations.
Of course.
Extra payouts followed.
Not direct from the superior.
And.
No regular schedule.
Instead via diverse routes; last instance directed him to Las Vegas, to play set tables, netting months of salary.
Sixty grand USD.
Tsk tsk.
That rush, words fail to capture its thrill.
This instance.
Instructed to stake on the World Cup.
Simultaneously.
Firm caution: reap exactly what's due, no extras. He agreed fully—legit gains, zero exposure risk, perfect setup.
Avarice.
Spells doom; oddly, with this superior's directives, instinct urged flawless execution, no second-guessing.
Contentment is key.
"Hey."
"Sweetheart, time for a celebration dinner."
"…"
…
Concurrently.
Worldwide.
In every corner.
Myriad faces mirrored his joy. Meanwhile, in the park viewing Crayon Shin-chan, Tang Qing curved his lips upward.
Pixiu Plan.
Amass fortune.
Disburse fortune.
Via lawful channels, funneling funds to select individuals, many with unique roles; surprise windfalls invite scrutiny, hence requiring cover.
Lotteries.
Soccer wagers.
Spotting deals.
Gambling houses.
…
Employing sundry tactics, channeling benefits demands expert finesse.