Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1547 - 1389: Brother, New Year’s money

Chapter 1547: Chapter 1389: Brother, New Year’s money

Qingyan City.

Inside the manor.

The outside world is bustling and noisy.

Yet Tang Qing remains carefree.

Every day he fishes, writes, paints, and walks his second uncle’s dogs, and before he knew it, The 30th of the Lunar Month arrived. He may have been idle these days, but the media’s interest in Comet Group hasn’t waned at all.

Since the Hong Kong stock market opened on Monday.

With injections from various capitals and a lot of follow-up investments, Comet Group’s stock price has risen for three consecutive days, reaching 56.17 Hong Kong Dollars, more than a 30% increase compared to last weekend’s closing.

Therefore.

The market value naturally surpassed 40 billion US dollars.

Although there’s still some distance from Ali, it has left Penguin and Baidu far behind.

Next.

Unless something unexpected happens.

There will no longer be such short-term growth in scale. The fighters’ capital has yet to enter the scene, and Tang Qing is not in a hurry. He just ordered that after the Spring Festival, the stock price of Comet Group should be controlled above 60 dollars.

He needs stability.

A rapid increase is nothing more than an attractive number, which offers little practical use for the time being and could unduly consume the market’s confidence in the group. After all, people are not foolish; they know the rough value of a company.

There’s no need to rush.

...

New Year’s Eve.

The family is seated around the large round table in the living room. Since it’s the Spring Festival, there’s no lobster or abalone but instead, traditional village dishes for Chinese New Year. The elders say that this feels more festive.

Having come so far.

Never forget your roots.

As usual.

Before the New Year’s Eve dinner starts.

"Seeing that all of you have succeeded makes us happy. I don’t have much education, but I just hope that in your deeds and in life, you stay true to your conscience, harm no one, and that everyone remains safe and sound,"

says Tang Qing’s grandfather, opening the conversation.

For someone nearly on his deathbed, witnessing his grandson’s remarkable achievements and his son becoming such a high-ranking leader, something he had never dared to dream of, has made the smile on his face ceaseless.

One lives for face.

His son and grandson have indeed given him great pride.

"..."

One by one, the elders speak.

It’s quite a while before it’s the third generation’s turn, Tang Qing’s.

"Last year, too many things happened, especially Tangtang’s company, with their constant movements, which dazzled me. Tangtang, if you have any big plans for next year, please give us a heads up,"

says Tang Kai with a smile, looking towards the future of the Tang Family. Tang Qing’s wealth is racing towards the realm of the ’unreasonable’.

The others look over.

Tang Qing looks contemplative.

"There shouldn’t be any major movements."

However.

He is met with skeptical looks expressing ’do you think I’d believe that?’ At this time of the year, he doesn’t forget to make news; how could he quiet down next year? They’re the first to disbelieve.

"I’m serious,"

says Tang Qing with an innocent face.

Nowadays.

His business layout is almost complete. What remains is to consolidate and expand, but in his opinion, business expansion does not count as a major move. It’s just about investing more money and resources.

Of course.

He may not have new moves.

But that doesn’t mean the fighters will stop their march.

Japan.

South Korea.

United States.

Africa.

Myanmar.

...

A plethora of plans are being executed vigorously.

Yet they don’t concern Tang Qing much.

"Bro, keep pretending," mumbled Qin Shiqi.

"What am I pretending?"

"The going public of two other companies, as well as holographic projection; aren’t they all big moves?" Qin Shiqi is aware that the financing amount of these two companies will not be less than that of Comet Group.

The heat of the holographic images in the outside world has not diminished at all.

"Ah? That counts? Isn’t that this year’s news?"

"..."

Got it.

They finally understood.

In Tang Qing’s eyes.

These widely known moves are considered nothing major at all. Geez, your heart is really big, huh? This is a matter involving at least hundreds of billions of RMB. Could you maybe show a little concern?

Could it be?

That their realms are just too low?

Eating normally.

As familiar melodies played.

The Spring Festival Gala began.

As a program beloved by the older generation, it’s certainly a must during Chinese New Year.

One act after another flashed by.

Tang Qing felt like he was revisiting history.

SHE’s "Chinese Language", Fei Yuqing’s "A Thousand Miles Apart", and Jay Chou’s "Blue and White Porcelain" are considered to be Spring Festival Gala performances that align more with the younger generation’s taste. Even after a decade, you could still hear them in the streets and alleys.

Besides.

The Olympic slogan was also repeatedly conveyed.

One World.

One Dream.

Just thinking of the Olympics.

Tang Qing wanted to witness it firsthand. The Huaxia-hosted Olympics, with just its opening ceremony, made previous Olympics pale in comparison, and since then, it’s been deemed unsurpassable.

The only surpassable one.

Is probably Huaxia itself.

Unfortunately.

After that Olympics.

Huaxia’s interest in hosting the Olympics greatly waned, many other countries weren’t willing to host it either. Those who were willing didn’t have the capability, leading to many jokes and nearly causing the Olympic Committee to pass out in the bathroom.

"Let’s go to Beijing to watch the Olympics," Qin Shiqi suggested excitedly.

"Good idea."

"Wonder if it will be good."

"Directed by Zhang Yimou, it should be alright."

"..."

Soon.

The conversation topic shifted to the Olympics.

"Then let’s go have a look, it shouldn’t be too bad. The country has invested so much money into it." After listening for a while, Tang Qing spoke up, wanting to see it for himself. Since he’s back, of course, he had to be part of history.

Twelve o’clock.

As the bell tones rang out.

The Lunar New Year arrived.

"Bro, New Year’s money."

"Bro, New Year’s money."

"..."

Tang Nian’er followed behind Qin Shiqi grinning and stretched out her little hand. Qin Shiyu didn’t have the nerve to ask, but probably threatened by her sister, she still extended her hand, blushing like an apple.

"..."

Just like that.

Tang Qing was relieved of three red envelopes.

After making the rounds.

Qin Shiqi came over, pouting, "Bro, you’re too cunning. There’s only two hundred in this. No good, my mom gave me three hundred. You gave the least, hey, give me my missing hundred, and my sister’s too."

"I’m still a student," Tang Qing said, feigning stinginess as he clutched his pocket.

"I’m a student too, hand over a hundred," Qin Shiqi demanded fiercely.

"No way, I owe the Bank several billion."

"..."

Ultimately.

Qin Shiqi snatched the ’remaining’ three banknotes from Tang Qing’s pocket.

She happily went off to ’split the loot’ with Tang Nian’er. The family laughed heartily, as if they’d returned to the past when Tang Qing’s New Year’s money always had to be ’shared’ with Qin Shiqi.

Sometimes it’s strange.

The fun of having money.

Is reminiscing about the past days of poverty.

The commotion went on until around one o’clock, and everyone was tired, so they each returned to their rooms. "You rest first, it’s starting up in Africa." Tang Qing sent Lin Jiaxue back to the bedroom, and he himself went to the exercise room.

After that banquet.

He had shown up just to make his presence known at the annual meetings of other companies under him, but one company didn’t get a holiday — that was Wan Qing Mining, so their annual meeting was scheduled on Spring Festival itself.