Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2543 - 2381: Myanmar’s 2011 GDP
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Qingyan City.
Yantang University.
Right at this instant.
Students headed home for the break ages ago, most teachers departed too, leaving only the Security Department keeping watch. Principal Su Hong wanders the deserted campus grounds.
Gazing leftward.
Gazing rightward.
Fondness brims in his gaze.
This spot.
Marks the pivotal moment in his professional path. Four years flown by, and in just half a year more, the first class of undergrads wraps up their studies. The thought stirs a pang of reluctance in him.
Just like nurturing kids ready to venture far away.
Indeed!
Plenty chase graduate degrees.
Their scores shine brightly.
Yet.
Partings are inevitable; grads leave post-undergrad, another batch after masters. The school stays constant amid shifting faces, bringing a hint of sorrow.
...
Moments later.
Su Hong gathers his emotions.
Time to head home.
As head of a private college, Su Hong pockets hefty year-end rewards this time; a cool million post-tax isn't executive-level, yet far from trivial.
Su Hong feels quite content.
Over four years.
Salary.
Bonuses.
Perks.
As the top leader, he claims it all without shortfall. Add gains from snapping up shares in Tang Qing’s subsidiaries, and his wealth nears twenty million now.
To sum up.
All thanks go to the Chairman.
...
Sky Eye Group.
Headquarters.
Year-end rush hits hard, driven by massive size. Worldwide, Sky Eye boasts over a hundred subsidiaries, staff topping seventy thousand strong.
Full holidays for all? Out of the question.
President’s Office.
"Jiaojiao, I’m off, see you on the second day of the New Year."
"Alright."
With those words.
Qin Shiqi steps out of Dou Jiao’s office. She spent over a month this summer as Comet Group’s assistant, now pitching in part-time for Dou Jiao.
Senior year.
Light course load.
Free from lectures, she drops by. Her endless vigor lets her taste Tang Qing’s world—the busier, the greater the satisfaction.
Binge dramas?
Hit the malls?
Growing duller by the day.
After all.
Craving a movie or series? Just nudge her brother to fund its production. No need to endure plot twists.
Shopping yields zilch worth grabbing.
Jewelry.
Bags.
Clothes.
Shoes.
...
Heaps at home; Tang Family artisans craft bespoke pieces anytime. Mall trips turn into lonely rituals.
Hence.
Work.
Turns surprisingly addictive.
Naturally.
No intent to linger idly at Sky Eye forever. Next term brings grad school, and Tang Qing vows a new firm with her as GM.
On that note.
Qin Shiqi buzzes with excitement. Tang Qing hinted it ties to charity. Details stay under wraps for now; she’ll learn soon enough.
...
Afternoon.
Three o’clock.
Jet touches down in Qingyan City.
Airport.
Main exit.
Stepping out, Qin Yugang spots two black sedans curbside right away; such setups grow familiar. Realities simply persist.
Embrace them.
Climb aboard.
Peer outside.
Each return shows Qingyan City transformed. As inland’s hot new tourism-culture hub, growth surges these years.
Blasting past nearby cities.
Mid-last year brought high-speed rail. Hummingbird Commercial Storage’s arrival delights locals endlessly, its valuation sky-high.
U.S. Stocks.
Myanmar Stocks.
Europe lags, but these rockets upward.
Thus.
Hummingbird Commercial Storage shatters value records, trailing only ERV as world’s number two. Sure, a bit bubbly, but numbers hold firm.
Built stack by stack with cold hard cash from tycoons.
Global runner-up.
Huaxia’s top dog.
How could the city stay unfazed? Just a prefecture hub, yet even decade-long losses? Irrelevant to them.
Prestige.
Often trumps cash.
Today.
Tang Qing controls four listed giants.
Hummingbird.
Qingyuan.
Comet.
Microcrystal.
Combined worth tops trillions in dollars—mind-blowingly epic.
...
Before long.
Reaches the Manor.
"Yugang is back."
"Dad."
"Mom."
"..."
Chinese New Year nears, so senior kin gathered here, living room alive with chatter. Brief talks with elders done, he mingles with the young crowd.
Tang Qing?
No slacking—he crafts couplets by the entrance.
Left hand tucked in his pocket.
Right hand gripping a chisel.
Fragments scatter as the tough stone yields like soft tofu under his tool. Nearby, Qin Shiqi and others clutch brushes, poised to apply paint the moment a section is etched.
Apply the paint!
Golden paint.
Mixed with real gold powder, each coated couplet demands tens of thousands of dollars. Yet Tang Qing, with his vast gold reserves, could form mountains from it.
He couldn't care less.
Stroke!
Stroke!
Once the carving ends.
Qin Shiqi and the rest rush forward promptly, alternating turns to paint each character as Tang Qing etches more on the opposite side. Joyous laughter echoes at the gateway.
…
Before long.
Carving complete.
Tang Qing joins the elders in the Lake Pavilion for tea.
Shortly after.
Conversation shifts to Europe.
"Tangtang, will the Euro suffer impact?" Tang Kai inquires, having fretted over the Asia Dollar since last year—surprisingly, it remained unscathed.
It even rose defiantly.
"For now, stay away from it." Tang Qing advised.
"Got it."
Tang Kai nodded.
"By the way."
"Has Myanmar’s GDP data from last year come out?" Qin Yugang questions, since the Statistics Bureau usually releases it in January.
Tang Kai shakes his head:
"Not yet, but it’s imminent. Tangtang, got any intel?"
"Tomorrow."
"Huh?"
Qin Yugang shows mild astonishment, as he’d asked offhand, yet Tang Qing knows precisely! "What’s the exact figure? How much growth from last year?"
"Massive leap!" Tang Qing grins widely.
"…"
Vague response, so Qin Yugang lets it drop; the announcement date suffices. Expecting insider numbers? Dream on.
Pure fantasy.
Noticing this.
Tang Kai refrains from probing too, maybe Tang Qing truly lacks details—after all, it’s no big secret with his Myanmar ties.
No need to obsess over GDP.
…
Meanwhile.
Myanmar.
Naypyidaw.
Clutching the report.
Deeper he delves.
Kan Qin grows more thrilled; it details Myanmar’s GDP from last year, an enormous number leaving him stirred for ages—nearly 1.4 trillion previously.
Last year.
Shot past 1.6 trillion dollars.
This night.
Kan Qin anticipates a sleepless one, and post tomorrow’s reveal, countless others will too. Growth rate smashed past 10% once more.
Ecstatic!
A year’s hard labor yields splendid fruits.
Naturally.
He knows it’s mostly Ling’s merit; sans Asia Dollar’s steadiness, such prosperity impossible? Kan Qin’s thoughts drift to the Eurozone.
Last year.
Euro crashed hard.
Obviously.
Dollar-denominated tallies mean this year’s GDP looks dismal, outright terrible from the plunge.
Imagine.
A prior 1 trillion Euro GDP, currency value tumbling nearly 40% over 30%, compounded by recession woes.
Eurozone nations face rough times this year.
…
Following day.
Dawn.
Figures unveiled.
"1 trillion 670 billion dollars!"