Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2462 - 2300: Annual Meeting

Up on the platform.

Full of fiery speech.

Down below.

Lazy and dozing off.

Such phrases are perfect for media to splash as catchy titles. Yet, the folks from different nations and big global firms, along with investment groups, know exactly what's going on in their heads.

Listening or skipping it changes nothing.

Making the trip over.

Primarily to make an appearance and mingle a bit.

Business section.

Tucked in a nook.

As the French President spoke, a grin spread across Tang Qing's face. Deciding to drop the Euro isn't your call; it hinges on my approval too.

Evidently.

To pave the way for the Asia Dollar, the Euro has to step aside.

...

January 27th.

Nighttime.

Tang Qing's group departed from Switzerland ahead of schedule. Prior to takeoff, they locked in six fresh Hummingbird allies, fulfilling one key goal of the visit.

At present.

Hummingbird's partner count has climbed to fifty-six.

Well!

That's a solid figure.

Going forward.

Sure, the numbers will keep growing, though at a tapering pace. Initial group hit thirty-nine, follow-up added eleven, latest brought six, and options are thinning out.

Truth is.

Integrating European and American sides proves tough.

What's left.

Amounts to just that handful. Don't let the nearly two hundred nations around the globe (minus territories) fool you; plenty are mere placeholders, tiny in scale.

Certain ones boast populations under tens of thousands, sometimes way less.

Hence.

Hummingbird doesn't fit them well—their whole land is a speck, blast the throttle a couple times and you're done, no point in chasing efficiency there.

...

Aboard the flight.

A bunch of folks.

No one felt dull; they dove into group gaming sessions.

'Warfire'

Remains among the planet's top crowd-pullers and cash cows, right up there with 'World' and 'League of Legends.' ERV's raking it in big time.

These trio.

Pull in more than twenty billion bucks in net earnings each year.

...

January 28th.

Dawn.

Tang Qing's jet touched down in Qingyan City.

By now.

Qingyan's biggest arena buzzed with energy and prep work, gearing up for the night's big annual gathering. Beyond the primary spot, satellite sites dotted the map.

Shanghai.

Beijing.

Yangcheng.

Shu City.

Ice City.

Six spots in all, each hopping with activity, overall crowd topping a hundred thousand. Come early light, Zhongyu Special Guard's team assumed control of safety measures.

Access via passes only.

...

Cyberspace.

Folks online buzzed with interest over this yearly event.

'Broadcast kicks off at eight, bound to be a spectacle.'

'Can't wait!'

'They're going all out this round—I hear over a hundred thousand showing up, breaking records. Wow, imagine the bonus payout alone?'

'At ten grand apiece, that's a billion monthly.'

'Mind-blowing!'

'Jealous of those year-end extras most; Qingyuan Technology crushed it this year, so nearly every bonus outstrips regular pay.'

'Top employer in Huaxia!'

'...'

Chatting away.

More chatter.

Conversations kept circling back to those bonuses, and despite bracing for it, envy still bubbled up— their full-year earnings barely scratched what others got in extras.

Side by side.

Made a whole year's effort feel pointless.

Still.

This jealousy shifted.

From raw longing early on, now it's tinged with logic. The firm's powerhouse profits play a role, but so does individual skill.

Indeed.

In Tang Qing's outfits.

Strict nine-to-five hours.

No overtime ever pushed, not from light workloads, but thanks to sharp staff who handle loads efficiently—some daily outputs even got shared publicly.

One look.

Hearts sank for many; such volume? Finishable in one day?

Yet.

Reality showed.

Staff wrapped it up and nailed top quality. Over time, high paychecks started making sense to outsiders—it's pure equity.

Work harder.

Earn bigger.

Way preferable to slacking with tea and chats all day for wages that spark envy elsewhere.

...

Qingyan City.

Out on the roads.

Staff from Tang Qing's branch firms strolled about with wide-eyed wonder; plenty visiting Qingyan for the first go, particularly those from abroad.

All felt fresh and exciting.

After all.

This spot's Tang Qing's roots, a guy whose wealth blasts past 800 billion dollars—Hummingbird's U.S. market surge lasted over a month straight.

So.

That 800 billion mark's long gone.

Spotting these new faces, Qingyan locals beamed with pride; birthing a Tang Qing brought them glory too.

Plus.

Lately, the ripple effects boosted their daily lives plenty. Think Film and Television City, Cultural Amusement Park, Yantang University, plus tons of major builds and businesses planting roots.

Locals scored big wins.

Everything.

Tied to the Tang clan's success.

They struck it rich.

Yet stayed put, no chase to megacities—instead, rooting deep in Qingyan. Late last year, they snapped up vast land for a Research Institute build.

Soon enough.

Post-graduation, Tang Qing's set to stick around Qingyan long-haul, a boon for everyone. No doubt he'll keep fueling hometown growth ahead.

Mulling it over.

Thrilling stuff.

...

Dusk.

Sun dipping low.

Arena.

Crowds filled it to the brim, smooth planning kept things flowing without jams. Up front in the leadership rows, heads of Tang Qing's key firms sat ready.

Several gazes held a subtle spark hard to pin down.

Qu Shan.

Leading Wan Qing Mining.

Thinking back to the annual bash five years prior, a soft sigh escaped. Back then, Wan Qing Mining lurked in obscurity, barely any operations to speak of.

Teamed with the Saudi Prince, yet oilfields lay untouched.

Bought a mining outfit from Algeria's authorities, but output stayed average.

Besides that.

Zip else.

All told.

Off the radar completely.

Fast forward.

Wan Qing Mining shed its tiny roots, evolving into a famed international mining powerhouse, even turning black to profit last year.

Cash pouring in nonstop.

During that prior meetup, showing up felt awkward with their broke status. Luckily, a handful of 'kind-hearted' allies eased the vibe.

Luo Qiang.

At the helm of Qingyuan Technology.

Gao Ming.

Running Zhongyu Special Guard.

And Microcrystalline Technology.

Those days, the trio limped along too—Qingyuan's focus unclear, Zhongyu with just 1,800 on payroll.

Microcrystalline stuck to photovoltaics alone.

Now.

Full reversals.

Qingyuan Technology and Microcrystalline Technology soared to mega-corp status, valuations over 200 billion dollars each, while Zhongyu Special Guard, though not cash-rich, boasts a massive workforce.

Nearly 30,000 worldwide.

No slighting its spot in Tang Qing's priorities.

Truly.

This gathering was a long-craved milestone; not like before when losses hunched their posture, same ownership or not.

But dignity counts.

Within the group.

Pu Chaodong, steering Comet Group, sat at ease. Last annual, Comet Group already topped Tang Qing's holdings.

Undisputed.

This go-around.

Though among Tang Qing's arms, Comet Group's value rank slipped to fourth—not from any shortfall on his watch, but the sector's nature.

Nothing shameful in that.