Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2527 - 2365: The 11th Hurun Rich List

One week passed.

September 22nd.

Morning.

All major media channels had their gaze locked on a single spot. It didn't take much time until the "2011 Hurun List" was finally released. No one doubted the top position.

Yet.

Anything linked to Tang Qing always drew massive audiences.

Therefore.

They gave it extra focus.

A quick glance.

Sure enough.

Tang Qing's fortune remained as staggering as ever, surpassing the runner-up by an entire digit. His net worth hit 5.7 trillion RMB, blowing everyone else away.

"I know it's coming, but each time I see it, it hits me—we're clearly in different worlds."

"Yeah!"

"Totally agree."

"Incredible!"

"..."

Viewers of the report got stunned anew by that jaw-dropping figure. For ordinary folks, 57,000 RMB would spark huge excitement.

But.

Theirs measured in billions.

Oh my god!

For those pulling in over 50,000 yearly, it'd demand a billion years to touch that level—and that's not even realistic. Crunching the numbers just leaves you feeling broke.

Super jealous.

"Since Tang Qing hit the Hurun List, the rest are basically fillers."

"Haha!"

"Exactly right."

"The combined wealth of everyone else hardly tops one guy. Without Tang Qing this year, the list's thousand richest would average six billion each."

"But."

"With him in, the average jumps to... almost twelve billion."

"The disparity is massive."

"..."

Running those figures made the shock hit harder. One addition doubled the average for the entire list. That's like breaking all the rules.

...

Upon viewing it.

Lower-ranked billionaires stayed quiet. Over recent years, they'd sensed they were merely padding the roster, acting as backdrop to highlight the star.

Evidently.

Tang Qing shone brightest, the true centerpiece.

Envy?

Sure.

But barely.

The chasm was simply too vast—theirs in tens of billions against his trillions. A thousand-fold gap rendered any struggle futile; no amount of effort could bridge it.

Besides.

Even with full awareness, restarting wouldn't let them match Tang Qing's feats.

For starters.

Qingyuan Technology.

Truth be told.

Years back, even chasing integration and innovation amid smartphone hype, they'd likely still lag behind, scraping by on slim profits.

Next.

Comet Group.

Fine.

It's a cash-burning machine. Step one: hiring that effects firm for the "Civilization" series cost a fortune.

A film, five years prior, at ten billion—where's that funding from?

Then.

Microcrystalline Technology.

Lacking Myanmar ties, who'd bother with your holographic tech? Just for being daring?

Also.

Hummingbird.

Future looks bright, yet dumping billions in is madness; recouping cash seems near impossible.

.....

To wrap up.

Even with foresight, certain fortunes stay out of reach for most. Reflecting on it, they shook their heads—idle dreams cure nothing.

...

Qingyan City.

Yantang.

Yantang University students buzzed with joy seeing Tang Qing dominate trends again. Though not theirs, they'd idolized him for ages.

Plus.

Their futures hinged on his success.

His greater triumphs.

Meant easier paths ahead. Beyond that, this year's junior internships brought them VIP treatment everywhere.

Kindness.

Attention and support.

Approachability.

...

In essence.

They basked in society's favoritism. Internship spots teemed with elite school kids, all green with envy.

Glory for everyone.

Right then.

Those words rang profoundly true.

Post-thrill.

They dove into rigorous studies. At Yantang University, coasting gets you a degree, but its worth swings wildly.

Poor marks.

Low ratings.

Eventually.

Seeking Sky Eye job placements, a sixty versus ninety score shunts you to separate levels, hitting your gains hard.

Want to slack?

Eventually.

Prime gigs.

Cash flow.

Fun awaits anywhere.

Postgrad pre-admissions kick off soon. Tons of seniors cram for tests. Confident yet, they review hard.

All for.

A brighter future.

...

Principal’s Office.

Right now.

Su Hong juggled heavy tasks. Research Institute intake loomed; campuses unfinished, but setups progressed, hiring ramped up.

Learn Yantang's style.

Soon.

Institute rises.

Jump into action.

On schedule.

June next year, staff relocates; September, classes launch. One snag: Yantang seniors flooding applications.

Can't shut them out.

Likely.

Other schools' hopefuls face tough odds. No choice though—spots fixed, can't balloon endlessly.

Rejections inevitable.

Like undergrads.

This year took top scorers straight in; low ones out. Policy sets it: fill from peak scores down.

This.

Forms Huaxia's Gaokao core fairness.

...

Shanghai Stock Market.

Research Park.

"Another break!"

Researchers wore glum looks, summing to one feeling: downcast. Elsewhere, anniversary offs spark little hype—you vacation freely.

Here though.

No one craved these long breaks most. Outsiders won't get it: mid-project yanks for forced rest torture them.

Hard to detach.

"Where you picking?"

"Quit stalling."

"Sigh!"

"..."

Vacationers must access the system, select spots. Travel anywhere fitting the timeframe, company foots lodging and trips.

At first.

Perks thrilled all.

But now.

May Day.

October 1st.

Yearly duo left them resigned. Overtime rare, weekends enforced home—do as you please.

October 1st.

Full week.

Most saw it as lost time. Prefer staying put, grinding. Tests pending, data crunching—they hate departing.

...

Still.

Such attitudes ruled research hubs only. Tang Qing's other firm workers beamed, overjoyed.

Gratis.

Fun.

Feasts.

Zero cost—why not celebrate? Few match science buffs' obsession with projects.

Many even.

Planned National Day spots ages ago.

Log in.

Complete forms.

Send off.

Then await company setups. Most chose overseas jaunts, sightseeing, mind-expanding. Boss spares no expense.

Full packages.

Flights.

Lodging.

Guides.

All sorted.

Their Chairman, lavish to extremes, splashing cash like it's endless from his press.