Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2430 - 2270: 10 Years of the Hurun Rich List
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In the ensuing days.
The nurse.
The doctor.
Sid took over their roles entirely, yet the butler—verified as having been paid off by the opposition—stayed in place, cautious about displeasing the emerging leader.
Moreover.
Daily, he handled the distribution of the medications.
One injection each day.
Sid brimmed with vitality, as though youth had returned, but experts explained it as a simple bodily rebound effect.
If he attempted a kilometer run.
Exhaustion would strike hard.
Ultimately.
His age showed in his body, and while drugs could stretch his lifespan, they wouldn't revive past vigor; Sid accepted this readily.
An illusion remained an illusion.
Provided it posed no threat to life.
…
On the eleventh.
Morning.
‘Father, the key members of the consortium are all assembled in the hall.’ Sid’s oldest son informed him politely, thrilled by his father’s recovering condition.
This naturally pleased him.
A massive consortium.
Over years, inner conflicts inevitably build up, and now Sid aimed to eradicate them completely, which excited his son since he stood to gain as well.
‘Hmm.’
With that.
Sid strode confidently toward the meeting room, a far cry from the man teetering on death’s edge just days prior, his gaze gleaming with commanding presence.
The hall.
His appearance made everyone’s pulses quicken.
Sid.
Had returned.
…
That very day.
A feast unfolded at the estate. Typically, numerous clans and groups orbit every major consortium.
This occasion.
Nearly every notable entity tied to the Meilong Financial Group showed up, including many of Sid’s longtime allies, even if most neared their end.
On this occasion.
Sid declared openly: I’m coming back to seize control of the Meilong Financial Group once more.
At once.
Europe and America’s elite circles reeled in shock—what was Sid plotting? He could face the divine at any moment, yet he dove into consortium business.
Didn’t it wear him out?
Yet.
Amid the questions.
No explanations emerged, though a few displayed subtle, knowing grins in private.
…
Japan.
Hokkaido.
At an estate, in the rear garden. An old man with pure white hair sat beside his pond, angling for fish, and upon hearing the butler’s update.
His narrowed eyes snapped open.
One side of his lips curved up.
‘As anticipated.’
‘Their drive has never wavered,’ the elder whispered, then gazed skyward, ‘Good, the more robust they grow, the more it confirms my wise decision.’
Three months back.
He too hovered near death.
But.
Today, he savored the crisp air. Reflecting on it, the elder viewed it as wondrous, and recalling that enigmatic group made his chest tighten.
At first.
The initiative didn’t come from them seeking him, but abruptly, his second son—who had just secured the family successor spot—arrived with outsiders.
It hit him then.
He understood.
The second son had aligned with an organization.
Back then.
Rage nearly ended him. As the family patriarch for a lifetime, allying with outsiders—wouldn’t the Watanabe clan’s riches and influence slip away to foreigners?
How could he consent?
Nevertheless.
Before long.
Faced with survival options, he picked continuation.
From that point.
The Watanabe family fully integrated into this group, though the terms proved fair; they vowed no encroachment on assets, easing acceptance.
Without that.
He’d have refused outright.
Afterward.
As interactions deepened, he saw they honored commitments, offering steady aid. For instance, last month, they aided his youngest son in overcoming a rival.
In one bound.
He rose to lead Japan’s Intelligence Headquarters, a body rivaling the nation’s top spy network, its covert sway vast.
Truthfully.
His spirit quaked. Aware their support had motives, grasping the basics alone quickened his heartbeat.
In Japan.
Consortia.
Military.
Government.
The group had seeped into every layer.
He received their help.
Likewise.
He provided assistance too. At times, they supplied rosters for him to position in vital roles, these tasks alone.
Revealed to the elder the extent of their reach, the profound tangle of ties and benefits. What stunned him further was.
Such maneuvers.
Still stayed concealed, with no outsider suspecting a vast net burrowing into Japan’s power centers, inching ever inward.
And he.
Served as just a minor link.
Currently.
Their influence stretched to European and American consortia, even ensnaring the Meilong Financial Group; he shuddered to ponder the organization’s unseen scale.
Just how immense.
He knew only.
Even he must yield.
…
Shanghai Stock Market.
Villa.
Tang Qing relaxed while viewing the Meilong Financial Group session, deeply pleased; another powerhouse now fell under his sway.
With authority.
With riches.
To the utmost, the allure of funds and clout wanes when abundance exists. Had Sid not been nearing his twilight with an intense will to survive,
victory would have eluded them almost surely.
Luckily.
It worked, signifying his strength’s expansion.
…
The following day.
The twelfth.
Morning.
A headline rocketed to Huaxia’s top news spots.
Upon scanning it.
Online crowds erupted in excitement.
‘Truly, the divide between me and the wealthiest widens endlessly!’
‘Incredible!’
‘Tang Qing’s fortune is staggering.’
‘From last year’s figures to today, Tang Qing’s assets grew by over thirty billion RMB daily on average, wow!’
‘Phenomenal!’
‘Who can top that?’
‘…’
This day.
The ‘Hurun 10-Year Rich List’ dropped, placing Tang Qing’s wealth above six hundred billion USD, a jump from over four hundred billion the prior year, adding roughly a hundred billion.
USD!
Do the math.
That equals several trillion RMB.
Whoa!
Envy, jealousy, and bitterness swept many, naturally; Hurun uses RMB for valuations, so the public eyed Tang Qing at number one.
The numbers blazed boldly.
---4.615 trillion RMB.
As for the runner-up.
Miserable.
Not even close to a tenth.
‘A fortune past 4 trillion RMB—I can only say it shatters records for Huaxia’s richest, and apart from Tang Qing, none could challenge it.’
‘All due to Hummingbird.’
‘Yes.’
‘Hummingbird’s market cap hits 300 billion USD now; another U.S. listing would boost it hugely, past 400 billion USD for sure.’
‘Frightening!’
‘Tang Qing nears 5 trillion in assets, and for next year’s ‘Forbes World Billionaire List,’ he might eclipse 700 billion USD.’
‘…’
After crunching numbers.
Shock rippled through all.
To date.
Five years into Tang Qing’s ascent, he averaged a trillion yearly, a pace that terrified, leaving countless green with envy.
In retrospect.
Myriad business owners, even those proud of solid firms, abruptly felt illusory, their boasted billions paling to insignificance against Tang Qing, like common folk in rags.
It’s utterly deflating.