Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2464 - 2302: Make a Billion

The following day.

First-year class.

Upon a grassy area in the estate.

“Whoosh!”

A silhouette vaulted across almost ten meters of the sand pit, touching down firmly on both feet. After landing, Qin Shiqi glanced back smugly at those trailing her.

“Any takers?”

Upon hearing that.

The group rolled their eyes. Who would want to challenge you on this? Yet, they felt a bit stunned, since this long jump span had already shattered the world record.

And it surpassed it by almost a meter.

Still.

They got over it swiftly.

Back in the day.

They held some reverence for those so-called world records, seeing them as the peaks of human capability, but lately, their views had shifted a lot.

Long jump.

Swimming.

Athletics.

Marksmanship.

...

Forget the rest, Tang Qing alone could smash those records and shone as a versatile sports star. Over time, they grew numb to these so-called achievements.

This round.

The surprise came because Qin Shiqi and several young ones could now top records in various fields too. Once the initial awe passed, they felt delighted.

True enough.

For folks in their circle, it held little practical value, but at least it proved the kids were in top shape, which brought them real satisfaction.

Rivalries?

Claiming titles?

Nah.

Zero appeal.

Why dominate every event? Our clan’s loaded enough; let’s leave some glory for the rest! Even snagging gold just highlights one standout individual.

If it matters that much, better to get the whole nation exercising more and boosting general fitness levels—that’s the smart path, instead of folks just spectating.

Hit the pavement.

Not even a prod can get you moving; it’s downright frustrating.

...

“My turn!”

Watching Qin Shiqi act so ’cocky,’ Tang Nian’er itched to jump in. Qin Shiyu stayed out; these kinds of games weren’t her style.

Sure.

Practicing martial arts isn’t exactly feminine, but it’s for protection.

That’s a whole other story.

Next.

Tang Nian’er backed up... fifty meters, then dashed ahead at impressive velocity, eclipsing the hundred-meter mark during her approach.

Soaring ahead.

“Whiz!”

She planted herself half a meter beyond Qin Shiqi in the sand, just tipping past ten meters. “Sis Shiqi, ready for round two?”

“You bet.” Qin Shiqi refused to back down; it was all about grabbing those awards.

And so.

The pair of girls kept battling over the pit, running five rounds with the best of three deciding it. Ultimately, Qin Shiqi pulled ahead narrowly to claim victory in this challenge.

Points +10.

Later on.

A bunch of athletic activities followed, where the two lasses traded wins, as Qin Shiyu kept to the sidelines. The grown-ups joined in too, but couldn’t keep up with the young duo.

Tang Qing lingered near the path, eyes narrowed.

Right now.

The girls were pushing the edges of normal human bounds, and once they unlocked the first-level gene barrier, their abilities would surge further, much like his own breakthrough earlier.

All credit to the system.

These days.

He wasn’t feeble anymore and possessed the means to guide them past their ceilings.

...

Nightfall.

The one hundred eight competitions wrapped up.

Yep.

One hundred eight.

Overkill?

Makes sense.

Everyone picked what to join, including fun stuff like scooping goldfish, bursting balloons, tossing rings—each one scored points.

Fun for any age.

A full day of non-stop thrills.

Figure.

They’d skip theme parks for months to come.

“Haha, victory’s mine.” Qin Shiqi clutched the solid gold trophy, beaming victoriously; after the day’s hustle, she topped Tang Nian’er by thirty-six points.

Locking in the top spot.

“Sis, you didn’t go easy on me.” Tang Nian’er sulked.

The year before.

Qin Shiqi had taken it too.

At those words.

Qin Shiqi grinned, gripping her prize and pumping her fist, “Triple crown’s my goal. Sis, go for it next time!”

“...”

...

The next day.

Like always, they threw open the doors to a crowd of invitees; nearly every big name in Qingyan City turned up. Even some provincial bigwigs dropped by for a bit.

After all.

It wasn’t a long haul; the provincial hub was only a short drive away, so starting early meant arriving by midday. Normally, Tang clan folks were scarce sights.

Tang Kai.

Often overseas.

Tang Qing.

Mostly based in Shanghai.

Before.

They could at least catch up with Qin Yugang, but with his move to Shanghai now, unseen for a year, they carved out time to hit the Tang estate.

Naturally.

Not every visitor came with good vibes.

Some did.

Others didn’t.

It’s long been a hotbed of envy; they eyed the Tangs’ ascent, mingling with guests. A few secretly wished for their downfall.

On that note.

Tang Qing was fully aware.

Ha!

Downfall?

Fine.

But not ours—yours instead, like the lot of you. Through the years of the Tangs’ climb, loads harbored grudges against them.

Yet.

Most fizzled out before acting. Aware of that, Tang Qing had zero patience for letting them actually plot against his kin.

Fantasize.

Sure.

Act.

Then don’t cry when I hit first.

...

This year.

The usual pals dropped by, but with a twist—Qi Yan wasn’t solo anymore, wed in the year’s middle.

Now.

Her tummy showed a bit, carrying twins.

Once there.

Dou Jiao rushed over warmly, gabbing away and swapping tips on raising kids.

Beside the lake.

Tang Qing conversed with Pan Yue, whose used-goods firm was thriving; cash wasn’t flowing big, but assets kept piling up.

Inventory buildup.

That’s unavoidable in such outfits. Pan Yue was content with it, since his focus was forging a legacy, profits came second.

Much like Tang Qing.

To him, cash seemed trivial.

Whenever funds roll in.

He schemes to deploy them—perks for staff, better perks, or fresh ventures—and over time, he seldom pockets company payouts.

Inspiration!

Hanging with Tang Qing expands one’s horizons.

...

Post-New Year.

Day six.

Qin Yugang caught a flight once more, off to his Shanghai gig. Tang Qing took it easy, set to head out after the fifteenth, as Lin Jiaxue toiled at Comet Group.

That said.

She pulled plenty of extra hours.

May Day.

National Day.

Plus other breaks, banking a solid chunk of time off. The key was Tang Qing’s holiday clashes, so she volunteered to cover shifts.

Life.

Felt rewarding.

...

Day seven.

At Hummingbird’s main office.

Tang Qing absorbed reports all day from overseas branch heads. Though rank-and-file staff lagged in returning, top brass was fully present.

Naturally.

Their pay drew envy from the ranks below.

About that.

Execs voiced no gripes.

Simple reason.

Like that viral quip online.

Paycheck 1,000: Boss, screw you.

Paycheck 5,000: Earn what you get.

Paycheck 10,000: Boss, at your service!

Paycheck 30,000: Boss is always spot on. If there’s a mistake, it’s mine.

Paycheck 50,000: Grinding 996 feels like second nature.

Paycheck 80,000: Office fumes are my thrill.

Paycheck 100,000: No need to clock out.

Paycheck 500,000: I merge with the firm.

Paycheck 1,000,000: Firm’s path defines my purpose.

Today.

Not all Tang Qing’s leaders pulled in tens of millions yearly, but they kicked off at a million base, bonuses doubling that.

Breaks?

Twenty days? Way too much.

Ten days.

Five days.

Three’s fine; one Spring Festival covers it. With fair compensation, all’s good—youth’s for hustling.

Rake in billions.