Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2452 - 2290: Second in the World

United States.

Manor.

'Haha, Tang Qing, your supportive words saved my father-in-law. He's out of danger now.' After ending the call, Ge Feng strode joyfully into the hall and informed Tang Qing.

At this moment.

He could finally rest easy.

Besides.

Today marks Hummingbird's IPO, making it a day of double joy. Tang Qing, already aware from the news, simply grinned and replied, 'That's fantastic.'

Hearing that.

Ge Feng laughed heartily and gulped down two extra bowls of porridge.

...

Post-breakfast.

Helipad.

'Tada!'

The helicopter's rotors churned up a fierce, icy gust. New York's winter had plunged temperatures below freezing, its latitude roughly matching Beijing's.

Driving proved too sluggish, so they opted for the chopper straight away.

Aboard.

'So cozy!'

Ge Feng reclined on the couch.

Typically.

Private choppers boast compact cabins, yet Tang Qing's model, resembling a medevac bird, offered ample room inside, decked out in opulent style.

Yet.

How come the noise level is this subdued?

Helicopters.

Despite solid insulation, полностью silencing the racket remains tough. Except for beasts like 'Tianpeng', built from the ground up for whisper-quiet interiors.

Fine!

With wealth like his.

Tang Qing owns this sprawling estate, so snagging a hushed chopper is no biggie.

...

In the aircraft.

Tang Qing gazed through the window; all his vehicles underwent custom tweaks, including top-tier soundproofing while keeping a civilian facade, but packing the punch of warplanes.

Disruption.

Offense.

They hold their own, capable of tangling with a flight of jets. Speed might lag, but the armaments are cutting-edge.

Once targeted.

Fleeing?

Tough luck!

A single EMP blast covers a wide area.

Finally.

The plane's ultimate defense—its energy barrier. More than enough to secure safety; should peril strike, Tang Qing could just vanish via teleport.

All in all.

Pretty secure.

...

Before long.

The craft touched down on the roof of a business heliport, then they rode the lift to the ground floor—this spot was mere blocks from the New York Stock Exchange.

In short order.

They reached Broadway.

Number 18.

New York Stock Exchange.

'Where's Tang Qing? This is a crucial occasion.'

'Don't judge him by standard measures; he's no ordinary business leader but the globe's second-richest magnate. For an IPO, he's bound to take it easy.'

'Makes sense.'

'Incredibly jealous— so youthful, with over seven hundred billion in assets. Hummingbird's follow-on offering could push him past eight hundred billion shortly.'

'Very likely.'

'...'

Right now.

A throng of folks had gathered for quite a while, including big-shot investors and key players. Back home, myriad business owners plead for their funding.

But.

Against Tang Qing, their egos crumble to dust. He's run multiple funding rounds since launch, yet never from cash shortages.

It's about building alliances.

Comet.

Microcrystal.

Hummingbird.

All followed this pattern.

Instead.

He not only shuns money woes but excels at generating it, unlike certain billionaires whose fortunes sit idle, hard to liquidate. Tang Qing? Cash flows endlessly.

Each firm rules its sector, raking in profits nonstop.

This round.

Hummingbird's debut on the market.

The core aim stays forging ties, with its worldwide reach in numerous nations outpacing what average investors can offer.

All of a sudden.

'Look, Tang Qing's arrived!'

That shout.

Hushed the crowd instantly, as gazes locked on with keen interest—they weren't eyeing a man, but a goldmine.

Impossible to ignore.

Far too brilliant.

Were it not for ERV, Tang Qing would claim the throne as the undisputed global richest, with total wealth dwarfing the combined haul from second through tenth.

'Boss Tang.'

'Boss Tang.'

'...'

Greetings poured in one after another; Tang Qing met them with warm smiles.

Quickly.

He spotted the heads of the prime underwriters.

Morgan.

Goldman Sachs.

These finance giants already handle securities issuance, and Tang Qing welcomes their involvement—it weaves in mutual benefits.

Post-IPO.

Their managed funds will eagerly pour into Hummingbird, and the syndicates' beef with Myanmar has kept him off their hit list for now.

Thus.

They collaborate often.

...

Amid chatter.

It didn't take long.

Before the bell rang for open.

Hummingbird priced at twenty bucks on the US exchange; post call auction, it jumped right to twenty-two. Doesn't sound huge.

Still.

Scale matters—Hummingbird's US valuation hit three hundred billion, so a ten percent pop at start is solid.

Next.

It kept climbing.

Twenty-three.

...

Twenty-four.

...

Twenty-five.

...

After two hours, it hit twenty-six, paling against penny stocks that double on debut.

That said.

For a behemoth valued in hundreds of billions, this gain shines bright; investors and allies beamed with delight.

Elated.

Naturally.

The US market cap doesn't fully reflect Hummingbird's worth, thanks to its Myanmar listing too—the true value blends both exchanges.

Simple enough.

Average the midpoint.

Midday.

'Congrats, Hummingbird's value topped four hundred billion.' The Goldman Sachs chief beamed his well-wishes; the midpoint had crossed that mark.

'Congrats.'

'...'

'Thanks!'

'...'

Tang Qing grinned back at the group; four hundred billion marked the priciest firm in his portfolio, though profitability lagged, with losses dragging a decade.

Nope.

Losses might persist.

This raise.

Primarily.

Clears debts.

Next.

Grows operations.

Finally.

Sustains daily runs.

It ought to fund Hummingbird smoothly for eight to ten years, no cash crunches. Come a decade from now, if short? No sweat.

Then.

In this realm.

Money.

Still an issue for him? Even today, his outfits can't run dry; a quick dip into reserves keeps them thriving.

...

That very day.

At close.

Hummingbird's total value soared beyond four hundred fifty billion, snagging second spot among global listings and grabbing finance news spotlight.

Top.

ERV.

Approaching two trillion in value, unchallenged leader.

Runner-up.

Hummingbird next.

Now.

Shockwaves rippled worldwide; a logistics-e-com hybrid leaped past third-place ExxonMobil to claim silver.

Tang Qing.

Blazed across global front pages once more.

...

Huaxia.

As dawn's first light kissed the land, Hummingbird's buzz flooded key media, seizing every headline.

Indeed.

CCTV's thirteenth channel aired a full five-minute segment, featuring Tang Qing striking a bold pose—hands tucked in pockets, chin tilted at thirty degrees.

The backdrop.

Spotlit Hummingbird's rising shares.

Even.

To suit Huaxia viewers, the gain's green text switched to red.