Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1582 - 1419: You Can’t Afford the Price (Please Subscribe!)_2

Chapter 1582: Chapter 1419: You Can’t Afford the Price (Please Subscribe!)_2

"Microcrystalline Technology’s current market value is $36 billion. I believe it can reasonably be raised to $45 billion. With various capital entering the market, it certainly won’t drop below its issue price."

"I agree."

Someone voiced concern, "That ERV person seems to not have entered the market."

"ERV likely won’t interfere with Microcrystalline Technology’s stock price. The two sides have collaborations—Microcrystalline Technology’s ’Time’ requires computational power, which only ERV’s data centers can provide."

"True, ERV operates the largest data center cluster in the United States—scratch that, globally. In this aspect, the relationship is mutually beneficial. ERV doesn’t have a motive to suppress Microcrystalline Technology."

"Let’s not focus on that for now. We’re releasing the rankings on the 6th, while the company goes public on the 3rd, so there’s still time for observation. The more perplexing case now is Qingyuan Technology, the company that went public in March mid-month on the Myanmar Stock Exchange."

"Tang Qing must be foolish; listing in the United States would be much better."

"Don’t put all your eggs in one basket."

"I actually think Tang Qing has great foresight. Myanmar is a rapidly developing emerging economy, and its stock market is also maturing day by day. Haven’t we always been optimistic about Myanmar’s future too?"

"Maybe he’s investing in Myanmar, or perhaps it’s due to his second uncle’s connections."

"Could be."

"Don’t digress—let’s talk about Qingyuan Technology." The person in charge knocked on the table twice.

"Huaxia gave Qingyuan Technology an estimated value of $20 billion."

"$20 billion is far too low. Last year, Qingyuan Technology’s half-year sales exceeded $16 billion. For a company like this, valuing it at just $20 billion would make us the laughingstock of our peers and the media."

"True."

"But considering it went public on the Myanmar Stock Exchange, the capital volume and scale over there are inadequate—it definitely won’t rise too high."

"It can be set equal to Microcrystalline Technology’s valuation—$36 billion. Even if it doesn’t reach that figure on the Myanmar Stock Exchange, its intrinsic value is undeniable. With the world’s number one market share for ’Epoch,’ it certainly deserves that estimate."

"Makes sense."

"I agree too."

"Then let’s settle it this way."

"..."

"Does Tang Qing have any industries we’re unaware of?"

"Maybe, but not too many. Let’s put that aside for now—there’s no way it could surpass ERV."

"..."

Soon enough.

Forbes’ ranking team finalized Tang Qing’s estimated net worth. Second place, without suspense. However, the ultimate figure still needed final confirmation before publication, contingent on Microcrystalline Technology’s stock price.

...

After the first day of a sell-out IPO.

In the ensuing days.

The outside world remained bustling with excitement.

Tang Qing, on the other hand, continued living his "simple and ordinary" daily life. Aside from remaining the center of attention among his schoolmates, his days were rather leisurely as he waited for the frenzy to subside so he could enjoy some peace and quiet.

To be honest.

Being discussed nonstop by nationwide netizens every day.

It’s a bit exhausting.

...

February 27th.

Shanghai Stock Market.

Pudong New District.

Yunhai’s home welcomed a guest—Elder Bi, the man who had purchased all of Yunhai’s paintings at the Qingyan City Cultural Amusement Park. During Chinese New Year, he hadn’t had time, but right after the holidays, he came straight here.

He was here to see Yunhai.

Hoping to learn more about this new artistic faction.

Following the address.

Looking at the civilian house before him.

The elder felt a bit surprised. Yunhai was actually living in such a humble place. But upon recalling Yunhai’s story, he found it quite understandable. A man who had lost his hand couldn’t possibly avoid hardships, let alone stay hidden all these years.

"Elder Bi, hello."

Yunhai personally came out with his family to greet the guest.

Elder Bi.

Bi Bingzhang.

While not quite an industry sage, he could be considered half a sage. Skilled at ink painting and adept at sketching. Before his own hand injury, the two had only met a few times—not exactly close acquaintances.

"Xiao Hai, is your hand completely healed?" Bi Bingzhang inquired with concern.

For an artist.

A ruined hand.

That’s a pain worse than losing life itself.

"It’s healed. Completely as good as before." Yunhai smiled with visible joy. Although there were still scars, they didn’t affect his ability to paint. Thinking back to his well-arranged trip to Myanmar by Tang Qing filled him with immense gratitude.

"That’s great, that’s great." Bi Bingzhang nodded.

He introduced his wife and daughter.

"Elder Bi, please come in." Yunhai stepped aside.

"After you."

Bi Bingzhang, unpretentious, walked into the courtyard. Looking around at the vegetable plants on both sides and the old, yet carefully polished clean tricycle, he could imagine Yunhai’s life over the years.

Sigh.

He had to endure bitterness before seeing sweetness.

Though not famous, at least he wouldn’t starve.

Entering the living room.

Bi Bingzhang’s eyes scanned the walls.

They were adorned with Yunhai’s paintings. Suddenly, amidst the numerous works, one particular painting drew his attention. If the others were merely rough attempts, this piece was undoubtedly a masterstroke—the pinnacle representation of this artistic faction.

Excellent.

Excellent.

Excellent.

The elder repeated "excellent" three times.

Turning around.

"Was this painting done by you?" Despite his disbelief, Bi Bingzhang still asked Yunhai.

Yunhai shook his head, "Not me."

"Then who? Which master?" Bi Bingzhang asked with curiosity. He thought he knew all the masters in the industry—but this brushwork was far superior to Yunhai’s, clean and decisive, showing an abundance of skill and a sense of simplicity through complexity.

Also.

It seemed to exude the vigor and determination of youth.

This wasn’t the essence of a middle-aged person.

Upon hearing this.

Remembering Tang Qing’s face.

Yunhai shook his head slightly.

"Master? Possibly a master—but not famous in the industry."

"Impossible. A work of this caliber couldn’t possibly go unnoticed in the industry. It’s extraordinary. Every stroke is deliberate, without a hint of excess." Bi Bingzhang admired the skill deeply. "Amazing. Truly amazing."