Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2396 - 2236: Striving to Survive

Handing out cash outright.

Way too straightforward.

Ever since acquiring the 'golden rights' last year, the operatives started building a broader and more intricate 'distribution' network, one that's discreet but fully above board.

This round.

Coming from the World Cup, eighty percent of the profits will get doled out, covering payments for a single month, or multiple months, or perhaps the equivalent of one or two full years.

All in all.

Purchase.

Influence.

As simple as that!

...

Regarding the freeloaders, Tang Qing isn't bothered at all. Targeted distribution can't be overly pinpointed; it has to blend in with the huge pool of fortunate receivers.

Avoiding any notice.

That said.

The costs are downright staggering.

From the start of the year up to now, the spending on 'golden rights' has surpassed thirty billion dollars. If projected for the whole year, it's bound to hit at least fifty billion dollars.

Wow!

Fifty.

Billion.

And that's in dollars.

Absolutely mind-blowing.

Without the operatives' knack for generating cash, keeping this up would be nearly impossible.

On top of that.

Their operations span the globe; they require foreign currencies, so relying on Asia Dollars won't cut it, and dipping into Myanmar's forex reserves for other nations' money is even less feasible.

Luckily.

Over the past five years.

The shadowy networks assembled by the operatives have expanded massively, enough to support the full operation, and with further growth, sustaining it gets simpler by the day.

For starters.

Earning money becomes less of a hassle.

Additionally.

Distribution channels can diversify even more.

Take this example.

If the target's family member is at a company with sales targets, then fabricate some achievements for them. Tactics like these will multiply in the future.

"Sigh!"

A heavy sigh escaped Tang Qing.

Fine.

I'm not exactly a saint anymore!

See.

What do we spend our days on? Sure, it's just a sigh. He doesn't see himself as mistaken; in truth, he's merely someone fighting to stay alive.

This world.

Resembles a towering peak.

Descending it means tumbling straight to the base.

Yet.

Ascending demands endurance, and even companions climbing alongside or ahead might shove you off. Tang Qing just refuses to tumble down that slope.

Hence.

Advance preparations are essential.

Avoid stirring up problems.

Still.

Let no one dare to push me around.

...

Right now.

Night had fallen deep, leaving things quiet. In a flicker, Tang Qing's form reappeared on a man-made isle in the Pacific. Sunlight beamed down, while the ocean gusts brushed his cheeks.

Far off.

Yet another island loomed vaguely, that's Settlement Point One, while this spot is Settlement Point Two. The training zone's debris and wreckage are piling up impressively.

As a result.

A 'reserve island' exists.

Going forward.

No new artificial islands should be needed within three years. On this note, Tang Qing could only remark that in the human realm, villains can't be wiped out entirely, one batch after another.

Without that.

The count of folks slated to 'vanish' wouldn't be so high. To let the island residents fish effectively, cutting-edge aquaculture tech was deployed in the surrounding waters.

Building a coastal habitat.

If not.

The local fish stocks wouldn't suffice for all those fishing lines.

...

The following day.

Dawn.

Yangcheng Park buzzed with energy.

From the province.

To the city.

And the district.

Nearly every major leader showed up. Down below, Mu Youyou and Yan Xiaomei fixed their gazes on the man onstage, eyes gleaming with excitement.

"He's so dashing."

"That suit, I'll look it up!" Plenty of staff pulled out their phones.

"It's in stock."

"..."

These days.

Tang Qing essentially serves as Sheng Tang's unofficial endorser, even without starring in any ads. But whenever he's spotted in a certain item, it flies off the shelves.

Over time.

The former celebrity spokespeople have dimmed in public recall.

Now.

Following some greetings, Tang Qing took the stage, delivering speeches that drew waves of cheers, then passed the mic to the provincial and municipal officials.

As for the district?

The occasion was far too grand; they stayed as spectators.

"Boss Tang, feel free to drop by anytime."

"You bet."

Midday.

The province put on another lavish spread, outshining yesterday's meal in formality. Tang Qing had grown quite comfortable with these events.

Weary?

Not at all.

Mingling with folks, absorbing every nuance, turns out to be rather fun. Through talk, he could steer their moods—glee, fury, grief, delight—at will.

Far from dull!

...

Later afternoon.

"Sigh!"

With the visitors gone, Tang Qing drew in a long breath. This was the scent of liberty, signaling he'd wrapped up business in Yangcheng and was set to return home.

"You'll need to push forward from here."

A handful of motivating remarks.

Withdraw!

Come dusk.

Tang Qing had returned to the Shanghai residence. Stepping inside, he caught sounds of merriment and voices. With the weekend tomorrow, a bigger crowd joined for the meal.

Both undergrad dorm crews showed up, though Tang Qing skips most classes, Lin Jiaxue and the others attend regularly.

So.

They linked up post-classes today.

Truth be told.

Since the holidays, this marked Tang Qing's first sighting of them. Come June, the initial grad school term wraps up. By autumn, they'll all be in year two.

Reflecting on it.

Time flies.

In a flash.

Grad studies might just blur by unnoticed.

"Look, Boss Tang's here." Spotting him, Zhong Liang beamed a welcome, aware of Tang Qing's packed schedule, he'd only visited toward semester's close.

For enduring bonds.

Closeness.

Distance.

Balance must be struck, yet the divide widens. Often, Zhong Liang struggled to pinpoint shared interests.

Fact is.

He's from a wealthy family, assets in the billions.

Still.

Next to Tang Qing, he's way outclassed. The circles Tang Qing moves in involve statesmen or tycoons, tackling subjects beyond his reach.

"It's been ages since I dropped by." Tang Qing approached grinning.

"True enough."

"You got that right!"

"..."

Ages apart.

Yet quickly, thanks to Tang Qing's sharp social flair, the vibe heated up, one subject sparking a dozen, smooth as can be.

In conversation.

Tang Qing could dive into global issues, or gripe about today's scallion prices, or debate sink brands for the kitchen, even share tips on panhandling.

Craving lofty discussion?

Nah!

Tang Qing doesn't sweat it. Otherwise, worldwide, folks able to converse with him would barely fill a hand. Witnessing Tang Qing's unchanged warmth.

All grinned widely.

Yes.

Stress.

Often comes from within.

"Cheers."

"To our bond, may we gather yearly down the line, sipping tea and catching up."

"Agreed."

"..."

Glasses clinked empty.

Abruptly.

Tang Qing remembered old classmates from his prior life, where post-graduation contacts dwindled. As years passed, group chats on WeChat and QQ fell quiet.

But.

Lives kept rolling on.

Flaunting daily routines.

Bragging about meals.

Sharing views.

Displaying wedding docs.

Parading kids.

...

Everyone pursues their path, pressing ahead. In friendships, his closest from college was roommate Wang Qiang in Zhongzhou City.

Those days.

On housing, Wang Qiang footed most of the bill.

On jobs, Wang Qiang lined up an opportunity. Pre-rebirth, his final shared meal was with Wang Qiang. He never foresaw awakening to the past.