Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2518 - 2356: An Untouchable Existence

Qingyan City.

The Manor.

Tang Qing’s Second Uncle and Second Aunt breathed deep sighs of relief. For half a year, their daughter had pushed them into daily workouts, transforming her from the cozy little cotton-padded jacket they cherished.

Fortunately.

At last, a break lasting over a month awaited them.

No more endless nagging.

Tang Nian’er wouldn’t pop up on the phone anymore either. Yet, barely had they settled in the living room when an odd emptiness struck them, everything feeling off.

Two hours passed.

"How about..."

"...we keep going?"

They realized that after months of steady routine, halting abruptly proved shockingly tough to handle. "Fine, but let’s cut back the intensity some."

...

The following day.

Monday.

Before the sun rose, activity stirred in the villa. Thanks to enhanced physiques, even intense workouts recovered fully in roughly four hours.

Sleep eluded them.

They read books.

Worked out.

Occasionally pitched in with breakfast prep to fill the spare hours. As dawn broke, everyone had eaten and cleaned up already.

"Brother, time to head out."

A quick shout.

Into the car they went.

A fresh Xinyue SUV model, the electric variant. Lin Jiaxue took the wheel, with two security cars trailing behind, smoothly gliding through Shanghai’s streets.

Early departure.

No rush at all.

Window slid down.

A soft wind brushed their cheeks.

Exhaust fumes were absent from the air. Just like in Beijing, where exhaust filters became mandatory on all vehicles years back.

Fail to comply?

Face fines.

This change boosted air quality in major cities dramatically.

"Hey, gorgeous."

All of a sudden.

A shout echoed from the left side. A sleek sports car matched pace in the adjacent lane, its passenger—a young guy—waving hello.

Noticing this.

Qin Shiqi rolled her eyes, hit the window control, and tweaked the tint level.

Moments afterward.

Outsiders could no longer peer inside clearly. Pure one-way glass edges toward illegality, yet adjustable tint gets more leeway.

"Yo!"

"This babe’s got style," the passenger laughed. He rode in a multi-million Lamborghini, guaranteed to turn heads.

To his surprise.

The driver of that modest-looking ride ignored him completely.

"Tail them."

"Got it."

The driver grinned back.

However.

After shadowing through multiple streets.

"Uh!"

"Comet Group?"

Spotting the vehicle pull into Comet Group Headquarters, they froze in shock. Among Shanghai firms, Qingyuan Technology leads, followed closely by Comet Group.

Both giants.

Countless businesses rely on these two. Their own family wealth was decent—the passenger’s clan neared a billion in assets—but next to them?

Mere ants.

Lurking behind.

China’s top private mogul---Tang Qing, whose fortune approached six trillion RMB, wielding vast influence and riches.

...

"No wonder they’re so haughty; turns out they’re with Comet Group."

Spot on!

Right before them.

Amid peak traffic, vehicles streamed inside. Plenty of luxury rides appeared, not racers perhaps, but in that single minute.

Five pricier cars than theirs zipped through the gates.

Reflecting on it.

Moreover.

Comet Group’s IPO minted hordes of millionaires with ten-million-plus fortunes, and Tang Qing’s pay scales were generous, especially for mid-level staff.

Right then.

One vehicle veered right, slipping into Comet Group.

"Hiss!"

The driver shuddered upon glimpsing the rear-seat passenger.

"Floor it, go!"

Pedal slammed.

They fled the scene.

"What’s up?" the passenger demanded after a few hundred meters.

"Shen Yi."

"?"

"Comet Group’s Deputy GM, once Shanghai’s branch deputy, now Tsu City’s number two. He stays low-profile; only insiders in elite circles recognize him."

"Ah?"

That name jogged the passenger’s memory, though Shen Yi’s social sphere towered far above theirs. He seldom showed up; they’d never met face-to-face.

Still.

Legends of him circulated.

Years ago.

His dad held a Shanghai post when Shen Yi entered Comet Group. By 2007, dad shifted provinces to key roles.

Four years on.

This very year, another promotion landed him in a major municipality.

In essence.

A figure way beyond their league.

...

Underground.

Parking area.

Cars packed every spot. At Comet Group today, snagging a parking space ranks toughest—lottery-only, demand skyrockets supply.

Over recent years.

Company growth meant fat employee paychecks; cars came easy, even luxuries. But no spots? Pure agony.

Car secured.

Up to ground level.

This marked the trio’s second visit; two years prior, they’d toured and shopped, so the layout felt familiar. Comet Group’s vast operations made it perfect for internships.

News outlets.

Business registries.

Music labels.

Publishing houses.

All featured subsidiaries on site.

"It’s packed, feels snug!" Qin Shiqi remarked.

At her words.

Lin Jiaxue grinned, replying, "Yeah, pretty crowded now. Early days, buildings sat half-empty; today they’re bursting."

"That’s why."

"Tangtang’s eyeing a massive new HQ next year. Land’s secured, move-in’s underway—huge scale, nearly park-sized."

"Twenty billion budget."

"Blueprints done, his personal design, stunningly gorgeous."

Twenty-eleven.

Twenty billion.

In Shanghai, that’s enormous cash. Lin Jiaxue knew Tang Qing barely tracked profits; earnings funneled right back in.

Zero second thoughts.

Dividends?

Subsidiaries coughed up one or two billion yearly, yet over six years, Tang Qing’s total payouts hadn’t hit ten billion.

Any dividends he claimed vanished into fresh ventures. Truth was, money-spending spots seemed scarce; even shopping left him clueless on purchases.

Boost perks.

Hand out bonuses.

Whenever coworkers at the firm raved about Tang Qing, pride swelled in Lin Jiaxue; her guy, a true titan among mortals.

...

Along the hallway.

"Morning, Jiaxue."

"Hey."

"Yo, Jiaxue, News Department’s fresh interns are stunners."

"..."

Years of interning and working here built Lin Jiaxue plenty of acquaintances. Greetings flew as eyes lit on the three beauties nearby.

Male gazes gleamed.

Regrettably.

No bold approaches happened; the vibe intimidated too much. Plus, decked in Comet Group uniforms, their department stayed a mystery.

Casual chit-chat?

Risk complaints.

Big headache.

Sky Eye Group eyed employee conduct closely too. Flirt with women at work, draw gripes, disrupt duties?

Ha!

Negative marks for sure.

Won’t fire you outright.

But.

Keep harassing repeatedly? They’d nudge you out eventually. No such rule at start, but hormone-fueled incidents piled up.

Female staff demanded change, so it stuck.

Ever since.

The workplace vibe turned crisp and clean.