Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2538 - 2376: If the Prediction Is Right, It’s Truly Shocking

After hearing those words.

Several classmates lit up with joy.

These statements.

Brought them immense relief. Jobs weren't the issue for them. Simply put, a position here outshone any other opportunity by far.

At minimum.

No fears of workplace bullying.

Naturally.

They refrained from bullying others too. Classmates of Tang Qing or not, the park offered zero special perks. Achievements rested purely on individual merit.

Tech talents.

Honor only fellow tech talents.

...

Soon enough.

Tang Qing commenced his tour of the park.

"Hello, Boss Tang!"

"Ah! Boss Tang, it’s so great to see you."

"Boss Tang!"

"..."

Spotting Tang Qing.

Park staff beamed greetings his way. They held Tang Qing in awe and sincere reverence. Plenty of female workers flushed with elation.

Sure enough.

Company protocols remained intact for them.

No photographs.

No group shots.

No signatures.

Tang Qing stepped out not to revel in the spotlight. He aimed to make a show of overseeing operations.

No avoiding it.

This year.

Year's close nears.

His initial trip to the Beijing park demanded more than office-bound briefings. Out he went, mascot-style, granting everyone a view.

To gratify the urge to glimpse the 'panda'.

On this note.

Numerous employees peeked from windows.

Over the year.

First visit from him.

Catching sight of the big BOSS domestically rarely happens. Tang Qing's coming at least proves their labor counts, not overlooked.

Awesome!

...

"It’s so hard to see the Chairman."

"Mmm Mmm!"

"Thanks to the Chairman, I’m about to have a home."

"Same here."

"..."

Expectations soared for the next year.

Especially.

Housing fund topped the eagerly awaited perks. Tang Qing mandated builds every three years. 2009 launched the debut benefit.

Only.

As a fresh initiative.

Full completion and occupancy arrived late 2010. Thus, the following round hits 2012—next year.

Yet this instance.

Unlike prior, construction began this year outright, allowing instant occupancy post-allocation next year.

Envision it.

Thrilling!

Electrifying!

Securing a Beijing home burdens average folks heavily.

However.

Company-subsidized housing proves budget-friendly. Pay just a share to claim it—fully fitted, elegantly finished, a ready home.

Furthermore.

Only streets from the park. Many visited the site, thrilled watching structures rise daily, joy bubbling within.

One hundred thousand units.

This round.

Tang Qing's bold scale astounded them once more. Hundred thousand homes, 300k subsidy per, equaling 30 billion RMB.

Heartfelt gratitude!

This kind of boss ignites true loyalty and hard work.

...

Come evening.

Post-dinner at the Park Hotel, he returned to the villa.

"You’re finally back."

"I’m telling you, your prediction was too accurate. It hasn’t been long, and Portugal is really planning to exit the group. Not sure if it’s true, but very likely just a show."

"Just for this."

"You alone are like a think tank."

"..."

Chai Ren waited patiently, prattling on endlessly. Tang Qing merely smiled, savored his tea; such chats came rarely, just a handful yearly.

Eventually.

Chai Ren ran out of steam.

"Tang Qing, what do you think? How will Europe proceed next? What actions will the Eurozone take?"

"Don’t know."

"Come on, tell me!"

"Really don’t know, this matter is too big, involves too high-level." Tang Qing realized Chai Ren queried for his father, seeking advice.

After all.

Prior instances saw him highlight probable developments.

However.

Think tank pros mostly reported impossibility. Yet those deemed unlikely materialized repeatedly.

Once.

Twice.

By the third, they played safe with fuzzy reports.

Frustrating the top brass.

Thus.

This scenario unfolded.

"What do you think? What’s the most likely outcome? Will the Eurozone disintegrate?" Chai Ren's mind raced wildly. Even experts shunned such claims.

Too explosive.

At those words.

Tang Qing felt startled, shot Chai Ren a look, "You really think so?"

"No."

Chai Ren shook his head firmly.

"Guessing doesn’t cost anything, so why not guess the worst possible outcome?" Chai Ren said breezily. He had no inkling he'd struck gold this time.

"Don’t know."

Tang Qing brushed it off.

"However."

"Even if it falls apart, it won't be a problem. The Eurozone will definitely redeem all the Euros that countries are holding to preserve their credibility—they won't allow it to turn into worthless paper."

"True."

Chai Ren chose not to probe deeper. Tang Qing wasn't omniscient, after all. Foreseeing that the Euro would force Portugal out to resolve the conflict was prediction enough to be called divine.

Should the Eurozone collapse.

And should that prediction hold true, the shock would be immense.

...

The following day.

Early morning.

Tang Qing headed to the Lin family home, where he'd gathered a handful of friends for some fun. This year marked his inaugural year-end trip to Beijing—truly challenging.

Not a huge crowd.

Only about a dozen.

Once there.

Conversation turned to Europe; several had Euro savings. Now, with zero effort, those had plunged more than twenty percent over two months.

Complaints erupted naturally.

Meanwhile.

They lauded Chai Ren's genius for offloading British Pound and Euro holdings so promptly—now profiting instead of bleeding cash. Yet they didn't linger on finances.

Dull!

"Do you think 2012 will actually end the world?" Bao Kaiyu abruptly changed subjects.

"Do you believe it?"

"No."

"Me neither."

"..."

Optimism prevailed among them. Simple reasoning: the elite never want their world to crumble.

"Tang Qing, your thoughts?" Chai Ren inquired.

"Maybe."

Hearing this.

Chai Ren's heart skipped a beat. But Tang Qing went on, "If we blow through all our cash before December 21st next year."

"Then the day after, it'll truly feel like the apocalypse."

"Phew!"

"I figured you bought into it."

"..."

Just last month, the U.S. blockbuster "2012" smashed into theaters, raking in solid box office bucks. Yet Comet Group steered clear of the disaster flick frenzy.

The Group rarely produces such films.

Not due to lack of ideas.

Rarely, because they've made some before—centered on 'humanity's environmental ruin sparking catastrophe', deemed worthwhile by the Group.

Still.

For "2012" and its portrayal of purely natural calamities beyond human fault, Tang Qing saw scant merit. Better as mere popcorn fun; he'd opt for sci-fi instead.

Zombie movies pack even more thrill.

Naturally.

Tang Qing had zero desire to produce those either. As the shadowy global overlord, any Umbrella-style outfit that surfaced.

He'd crush such perilous entities without mercy.

Therefore.

Lectures on steering clear of taboo lines could simply be skipped.