Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1554 - 1396: A Quick Advertisement (Please Subscribe!)

Chapter 1554: Chapter 1396: A Quick Advertisement (Please Subscribe!)

Manor.

Everyone was woken up by the sound of firecrackers outside. Needless to say, it had to be Tang Qing’s doing. Otherwise, with the size of the manor and the house’s soundproofing, it would be impossible to hear firecrackers from anywhere else.

Got up.

Ate glutinous rice balls.

Special black sesame and peanut filling.

A single bowl down.

No one felt tired of it.

"Brother, what are you doing today?" Qin Shiqi asked casually.

Tang Qing replied, "Answering and making phone calls."

"..."

Everyone understood immediately.

"Then we’ll just go play on our own."

"Alright."

After breakfast.

The others paired off and went out. Tang Qing, the ’busy man,’ Second Uncle Tang Kai, and Uncle Qin Yugang all stayed in the manor. By the lakeside, the three of them lined up, each holding a fishing rod, yet still without bait.

"Festivals are starting to feel more exhausting," Tang Kai said helplessly.

Back when he was just a ’small business owner’ celebrating Spring Festival in Thailand, he could actually take it easy; after all, Thai people don’t celebrate Spring Festival. But now, he had ten times the number of Chinese friends compared to before.

He didn’t make calls.

But others would call him anyway.

"Exactly," Tang Qing agreed wholeheartedly.

"No way around it. It’s tradition. You need to show respect to superiors, maintain relationships with colleagues, and subordinates will also call. Family and friends—it’s all about mutual favors. Life itself is an endless web you can’t escape from," Qin Yugang said with a resigned smile.

Tiring.

It was truly tiring.

But once you’re in the Jianghu, you’re no longer your own master. Tang Qing was at least better off—he only needed to make a few calls to familiar leaders. But as a district mayor of a provincial capital city, Qin Yugang had far too many leaders to contact.

District.

City.

Province.

Not that he had to call all of them.

But even reaching out to just a single lead from each department was already enough to give him a headache.

Beyond current leaders.

There were also retired leaders.

To ensure smooth tasks throughout the year, for favors to not become too difficult to seek later on. He truly wished for a robot capable of making calls in his place. Glancing over at Tang Qing, Qin Yugang shook his head; it was impossible.

No matter how advanced the technology.

If it weren’t himself.

Just a few sentences would give it away.

...

Soon.

Qin Yugang started going through his contact list.

Tang Kai did the same.

As for Tang Qing... He chose to cheat.

Last night.

"Little Two, follow the sequence tomorrow morning and call each of the leaders in my contact list one by one. Mimic my voice; keep the content simple, focusing on New Year greetings."

Tang Qing even handed over a marked-up note.

"Understood, Commander."

Leaving things to Little Two.

Tang Qing felt at ease.

Of course.

The calls made were outbound; incoming calls Tang Qing wouldn’t delegate to Little Two. Otherwise, he might have gone a whole day without receiving a single call, which would seem far too suspicious—appearances had to be kept up.

Not long after.

The first call came in.

It turned out to be Fei Yang.

After exchanging greetings.

"When are you coming back to Beijing? Let’s sit down properly for a chat."

"Not sure yet, I’ll let you know once I go."

"Alright then. I didn’t expect you to stir up such big news even during New Year. You better prepare yourself; this kind of technology has significant military potential as well."

"You’re not going to make me hand over the technology, are you?"

"How could that be? We’re not robbers. Besides, this isn’t exactly strategic technology—it’s more of a scenario-enhancement tech. Unless you can project a fully realized person, it won’t draw too much emphasis."

"That’s good to hear."

Tang Qing chuckled.

"What do you mean ’good to hear’? You’re making us sound like we lack principles," Fei Yang said, exasperated.

"What I mean is, since you’re not particularly focused on it, the United States will also likely treat it similarly. My technology should still be fairly safe."

"That’s true. But keep an eye out—once it’s sold, others might reverse-engineer the tech quickly. When imitations flood the market, it won’t be child’s play anymore."

"Understood, I’ll be careful."

Competition.

Tang Qing truly wasn’t afraid.

"Alright, I know you’re busy. No need to talk too long. Remember, as always—if you need help with anything, don’t hesitate to ask me," Fei Yang reminded, still thinking about the favor he owed Tang Qing from South Africa.

Meanwhile.

He also valued Tang Qing’s connections more. Previously, he hadn’t fully understood. After that incident, he specifically used his privileges to investigate Tang Qing’s ’friends.’ The more he dug, the more alarmed he became, even though he only uncovered a tiny fraction.

But just that tiny fraction.

Had already shaken him.

Digging deeper.

He lacked the clearance. Asking his father, his father wouldn’t give details either—only telling him to maintain friendly ties, neither overly close nor antagonistic. He mentioned that high-level authorities held Tang Qing in high regard.

...

Africa.

Congo Gold.

Wanqing Industrial Park.

Dawn.

Sadoke woke up.

Although he’d stayed up late last night, his sleep had shortened as he grew older. Sleeping five hours was now considered long. At the window, he could see the steel factory off in the distance, still emitting smoke.

Between the hotel and the steel factory lay an orchard and vegetable field, encircled by a clear artificial river. The flowers blooming along the riverbanks softened the factory’s cold metallic aura.

But unfortunately.

All he could do was envy it.

Want it?

He’d have to build it himself, but he lacked skilled workers, sufficient funds, and the assurance it wouldn’t all end in vain. As relations improved with Kinshasa, his sense of crisis deepened.

They had tried multiple times to negotiate.

Promising him a high-ranking position.

Yet he couldn’t let go. His hesitation wasn’t just about the fear of later repercussions—though that did play a role—he genuinely desired his country’s improvement. Previous administrations seemed to have achieved nothing.

Chaos remained chaos.

Poverty persisted as poverty.

It frustrated him endlessly.

If he handed over his territory, would he still have the ability to transform this land according to his ideals? Thus, he resolved to maintain the status quo, while consistently reminding Kinshasa—they still weren’t doing enough.

After breakfast.

"Take care, Sadoke," Guan Songhua said as he bid farewell.

Sadoke smiled. "If you ever visit Fei Yi City, let’s have a good drink together."

"Definitely."

Then.

Just like when he arrived...

Two Wanqing park Hummers in front, Sadoke embarked on his journey home. Watching the disappearing convoy fade from view, Guan Songhua breathed a sigh of relief—he had finally seen this guru off.

Yet.

There were still several gurus remaining.

In Bei Ji Province, only Sadoke needed dealing with.

Nan Ji Province, however, was full of them. Guan Songhua truly hoped Nan Ji Province could be like Bei Ji Province—a single unified voice. With legislators changing constantly, relationships needed rebuilding repeatedly.

Some were easy.

Others were downright infuriating.

If you made money.

More people started watching closely. Some Africans, greedy ones, would directly stretch their hands out asking for money. But Guan Songhua kept to Tang Qing’s instructions—offer gifts, never cash, and act accordingly while letting karma catch up with the bad apples in the end.

Under the influence of unseen forces.

Gradually.

No one dared to ask for money anymore.

...

"Commander, the ambush site has been relocated 120 kilometers away from the park. They’re planning to use 1.5 tons of high explosives to target Sadoke’s ’convoy.’ Estimated success rate stands at 65%."

"Oh? Going this far?"

Tang Qing thought to himself.

"Can we silently disable their detonation device?" Tang Qing asked.

"Yes."

"Then let’s watch them play."

While giving the ’convoy’ a bit of free promotion.

1.5 tons—truthfully, the ’convoy’ couldn’t withstand it. That capacity equaled four Tomahawks hitting the spot. Forget armored vehicles or potassium transport trucks—even the most state-of-the-art tanks wouldn’t stand a chance.

Just to target Sadoke.

These Africans indeed took insanity to another level.

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