Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1561 - 1403: Scalpers (Please subscribe!)

Chapter 1561: Chapter 1403: Scalpers (Please subscribe!)

Beijing.

Haidian District.

Inside a certain rental house.

On the table.

"Brother Ma, I toast to you! Bottoms up to show my respect!" After saying this, a young man drained the wine in his glass in one gulp, causing everyone around to wince. Drinking like that—what, you think it’s beer?

The middle-aged man called Brother Ma also felt his heart ache watching this.

He pressed his hand downward slightly.

"Hey, take it easy! Sip it slowly! This isn’t just any spirit; you savor it slowly to enjoy the real taste. Who knows when we’ll get to drink this again next time?" With it being Chinese New Year, his elder brother had begrudgingly taken out a few bottles of his treasured fruit wine.

Each person was only allotted two small glasses at most.

"Tsk tsk, the flavor is amazing."

The young man wiped his mouth and praised.

It was his first time drinking fruit wine. He had long heard of its legendary reputation, but with a price tag of thousands per bottle, he could only admire it from afar. After finally managing to get a glass, he decided to down it in one go.

Ice-cold fruit wine.

One word:

Refreshing.

"It’s just too expensive, and it’s under purchase restrictions. Honestly, are the domestic wineries all fools? With such a great product, how come none of them are copying it? A bunch of idiots." Brother Ma sighed, staring at the wine in his hand.

There was a bit of that "hate iron for not becoming steel" frustration in his tone.

At those words—

A man sitting in the host’s seat chuckled.

"You’re being unfair to those wineries. It’s not that they don’t want to copy it; they simply can’t. Plenty of winemaking experts in the wineries have been scratching their heads bald, but no one’s cracked the formula."

"Can it really be that hard? Isn’t it just made from fruit?"

"Why don’t you try following the ingredient list?"

"Uh... better not."

"If it wasn’t for the fact that Myanmar also has purchase restrictions, I’d say scalping this could be even more profitable. I heard the factory price is only 2,000 Asia Dollars per bottle, but the price varies across countries. In the U.S., one bottle can fetch over ten thousand RMB."

"The distributors must be raking it in."

"That’s for sure."

"..."

About twenty mid-young adults sat around the table. The food was abundant, but the mood was not particularly lively. Compared to the year before last—or even earlier—they could safely call the past year their most dismal in business.

Especially the second half of the year.

It became increasingly harder to operate.

As for their profession—

They all had a common nickname: scalpers.

Taking other people’s money.

Trading equivalent value.

None of them considered it shameful. They used to enjoy the work well enough, but the emergence of Transcription Fluid had eradicated blood diseases like cancer and leukemia. Patients now flocked to Myanmar, leaving far fewer coming to Beijing.

Naturally—

Their lives had become much tougher too.

But, after all, this was a megacity with tens of millions of residents. Even when their days weren’t as lucrative, they still earned several times more than your average corporate employee. Where one person could build a large house back home in a year, now it was only half of one.

Once, there was prosperity.

And so—

Ever since the appearance of Transcription Fluid, they cursed this company incessantly.

"This bullshit company! How do they keep churning out so many miracles?"

"Seriously, is there anyone who can put a leash on them?"

"Probably only themselves."

"..."

At this moment, one of them turned on the TV to check out some programs, only to find a replay of the News Broadcast. The host happened to be announcing some news. After listening, most people at the table immediately wore dejected expressions—no opportunities here.

Real-name registration.

Appointments required.

Verified diagnosis.

These three insurance measures left them virtually no room to maneuver. They’d heard rumors about it before, but the exact rules had been unclear. Thus, they had held onto some hope, wondering if they could still find a way around.

Now, after taking a look—

Forget it.

Might as well stick to their old business. However, the leading man’s eyes suddenly lit up. Under the confused stares of everyone else, he dashed back to his room, returning with a notebook and fumbling with his mobile phone.

"Big Bro, what are you doing?"

The man ignored him.

The others didn’t think much of it either.

"Real-name system? Damn, they even require a verified diagnosis."

"We can’t just bypass the hospitals and register. Sigh."

"..."

"It’s a shame we can’t profit from this anymore."

Everyone felt at a loss.

Then—

"Who said there’s no opportunity?" The leading man raised his head, his lips curling into a smug grin that kept growing, leaving everyone bewildered. The guy sitting to his left asked curiously: "Big Bro, what kind of opportunity?"

"Yeah, with the real-name system, it’s easy to fake identity info. But how would you fake a confirmed diagnosis?"

"Exactly."

"..."

The underlings’ lack of ingenuity gave the man a sense of superiority. But of course—if these people were too smart, how could he maintain control over them? He savored their admiring gazes for a while, then said:

"Their process prioritizes severe cases. They don’t accept non-critical early or mid-stage cancer patients from walk-ins. As a result, such patients can only book appointments online and wait for a long time."

At this point—

He paused.

Seeing the puzzled looks on his subordinates, he continued: "However, nowhere in their rules does it say that if someone initially qualified as a late-stage patient but later regressed to an early stage, they would revoke their treatment priority."

With this statement—

Everyone still looked perplexed.

Unless they fabricated diagnostic records, but those records had now been synchronized nationwide. The cost of faking one would be unimaginably high, not to mention the risks. Their previous networks probably wouldn’t dare touch this kind of job.

The man’s face grew smug, and he explained:

"You’re forgetting—we have a lot of patient records on hand. The Transcription Fluid has only been around for less than six months. Half a year ago, many late-stage patients might have passed away, but plenty of them still haven’t had their accounts closed."

Upon hearing this—

The group collectively had a realization.

So that’s how it was. According to regulations, when someone passes away, their family members are supposed to close the account. But plenty of families, especially in rural areas, simply don’t bother. After someone dies, many don’t go through the trouble of filing for account closure.

Wait a second... just now...

They turned their gaze toward the leader.

He nodded.

"Exactly. I just checked and found a confirmed late-stage patient who’s already deceased but whose account hasn’t been closed. Their registered info and appointment qualifications are still active, which means..."

No need to finish the sentence.

Everyone understood.

This meant—

They might have new business opportunities again. Operating in Myanmar wasn’t feasible due to the strict personal verification needed to cross borders; non-matching identity documents would never pass customs.

But domestically—

There was no need to clear customs.

Hospitals likely weren’t that meticulous either.

"Big Bro, you’re brilliant."

"Big Bro, how come I’m not as smart as you?"

"Maybe if you’re reborn, you could try again."

"Haha..."

Soon enough—

The table returned to its lively New Year atmosphere. Even though they were now making money off deceased people’s names, they reasoned that they were already profiting off the sick before, so what difference did it make? A new year meant new goals.

...

As soon as Huaxia’s news aired—

It quickly made its way to the other side of the globe, though it didn’t cause much of a stir. The topic had been previously reported—it was just another gripe about having to fly to Asia to get treated.

However—

In neighboring South Korea, the situation was different. While Huaxia had medical loans, Americans had wealth, but Koreans faced exorbitant medical costs without bank loan options.

With major corporate scandals erupting last year—

For a time—

Things became "chaotic and bustling."

Tang Qing found himself mildly surprised. He had initially planned for those corporate giants to enjoy one last peaceful year, but Korea’s citizens didn’t get the memo. Fine, they could make noise now, while his people would swoop in at the end to clean up.

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