Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2449 - 2287: The Million-Unit Goal
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Within the community.
Tang Qing checked out the key amenities before heading out, largely content. To most folks, this spot was clearly a premium living area.
Full amenities.
Spacious layout.
Fine greenery.
...
Hardly any drawbacks stood out, and it easily dominated local rivals. Late 2010 meant Beijing's property values were only just ramping up.
A decade from now.
Prices would double without doubt.
Yet.
From Tang Qing’s perspective, a minor issue lingered. Forget Myanmar, even the Myanmar Bank Group's African urban developments featured villa communities.
Compared to that.
Over ten stories remained to construct here, the grounds felt too compact, and the building heights were excessive.
Plus.
"..."
Fine.
What's done is done.
No point dwelling on it. Truth be told, it wasn't Tang Qing undermining his choice by accepting a less-than-ideal setup; it was merely his personal take.
Stepping out.
Looking into the distance.
Skyscrapers everywhere, as if piercing the clouds. It resembled entering not a home, but a prison. All he could manage was crafting his personal enclosure.
Make it lower.
...
Right now.
Land for the upcoming housing phase had been secured, naturally on a grander scale. By then, far more staff would qualify for allocations than today.
Current round.
Thirty-six thousand residences.
Following round.
Over three times as many, targeting 120,000 units. This figure appears huge initially, but it makes complete sense on reflection.
Initial allocation.
Covered workers qualifying since 2004 up to now. The subsequent one targets those eligible by 2015.
Meaning four years ahead.
Thus.
Under this math.
The count isn't overwhelming. Each unit's average subsidy hits 600,000 RMB (covering amenities and finishes), so ten thousand units demand just six billion RMB in support.
One hundred thousand units.
Call for sixty billion RMB investment.
Much?
Hmm!
To typical private firms, yes, it's substantial. Yet to Tang Qing, sixty billion amounts to pocket change, less than Qingyuan Technology’s yearly earnings.
Abruptly.
A thought struck Tang Qing.
Why not.
Aim for a million?
Over his life.
Beyond the Myanmar Bank Group and allies' ventures, supplying a million employee homes in Huaxia would mark a solid legacy.
Besides.
It's straightforward; money covers it.
A million units.
Six hundred billion.
Spread over twenty to thirty years, absolutely... no strain at all. Alright, settled, treat it as a rep-building move or whatever.
Regardless.
Stick to the service-year-based distribution, and Tang Qing just sits back until it unfolds.
Truly... that easy.
...
December 23rd.
Afternoon.
New York.
Tang Qing’s aircraft eased down steadily. Exiting the cabin, winter had set in, with crowds in heavy layers, while he sported only a tee and light jacket.
Reflecting.
Constant-temp winter gear still awaited release, tech was ready, but dropping it now could topple numerous firms.
Winter.
Differs vastly from summer apparel sales.
Hence.
No rush for that cash.
Skip it.
Give some businesses breathing room.
...
"Welcome to the United States!"
At security.
Five or six U.S. agents thoroughly scanned the bags, all insiders though they were, Tang Qing played along fully.
In America.
-Customs.
-Immigration.
-Coast Guard.
-Border Patrol.
-Special Services.
.....
All fall under Homeland Security, handling most domestic security duties, wielding vast power and scope.
As such.
They rank high on the allies' watch list.
Currently.
Results shine through.
Naturally.
Few real-world activations occur, from casually granting green cards for smooth U.S. entry, to ignoring overstays.
Immigration ignores it.
Or.
Border hops from Mexico-U.S. go unquestioned.
Heck.
Sea smuggling in, Coast Guard looks away, even swapping in Presidential guards with insiders.
Other than that.
Little else major comes to mind.
Fine.
Though it looks mostly idle, value exists. After the display, Tang Qing curbed his mind and dropped the evaluation of this unit.
Moments ago.
Merely a brief lapse, really, penetrating it holds huge worth, as those applications hugely aid allies' efforts.
...
"Here."
Airport exterior.
Spotting Tang Qing, Ge Feng called out boldly. Nearby foreigners paused in surprise, then several caught on and pulled phones.
"Tang!"
"Click! Click!"
Snaps began flying.
Back in August.
Hummingbird's IPO caused a stir, U.S. press soured then, griping why not list stateside.
Thus.
Coverage stayed negative.
But.
For this secondary offering, excitement built. Hummingbird's U.S. relisting drew media hype.
Big papers.
Dedicated pieces.
Lately, Tang Qing's images flooded coverage, every major finance outlet ran at least one feature on him.
Among factors.
Fame played in.
Similarly.
Capital interests too; Hummingbird's U.S. primary sales wrapped, with loads of investors in.
Of course.
They'd hype it up.
"What are you photographing?" a nearby voice wondered at the shutterbugs.
"Tang."
"Who?"
"Tang Qing, from Huaxia." The guy waved emphatically.
"Ah?"
Catching on late, the inquirer glanced, catching only Tang Qing's rear as he entered a vehicle, a tad let down. World's number-two billionaire, nearing 800 billion USD.
Worldwide.
A mythic icon.
Sadly.
Barely glimpsed his back.
...
Inside the ride.
Ge Feng chattered on about next month's icebreaker outing. Hummingbird's relisting? A surge seemed locked in, a post-peak dip? No biggie.
Besides.
After all.
Dual listings across nations meant value wasn't tied solely to U.S. markets. Ge Family intel from all sides confirmed.
Zero shorts planned on Hummingbird.
Thus.
Why fret?
...
Sixty minutes on.
The motorcade pulled up to an enormous estate.
Hills present.
Streams too.
Ocean vistas as well, woods encircling, no nearby dwellers, just distant yachts of elites gliding by on water.
"Wow!"
"Tang Qing."
"When did you snag this?" Ge Feng sounded astonished. Switzerland boasted a vast old fortress home, Davos a waterfront mansion.
Surpassing presidential pads.
Now.
Tang Qing owned a U.S. estate too.
Remember.
His prior U.S. trip was two years back, this for Hummingbird's list, next one? Unclear, eyeing the property.
Under three hundred million bucks? Dream on.
Sure.
With Tang Qing's fortune, three hundred million? Peanuts.
"Last year."
"Grabbed a bunch of adjacent estates then, razed and rebuilt them all, reaching this size." Tang Qing grinned as he detailed.
Across the globe.
Few overt holdings in his name.
This one.
Counts among them; mostly, he skips hotels, dislikes bunking at Ge Feng's mega-villa, nothing tops one's own digs for ease.