Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1584 - 1420 So It’s Him (Subscribe, please!)

Chapter 1584: Chapter 1420 So It’s Him (Subscribe, please!)

Evening.

Bi Bingzhang returned to Beijing.

He had just gotten off the plane.

He noticed several missed calls, all from the same person. He patted his forehead, realizing he had been preoccupied with thoughts about the painting’s owner during the trip and forgot to update his status on Moments.

The mobile phone his granddaughter gifted him, named "Epoch."

He found it increasingly convenient to use.

As he frequently appraised paintings, he had long discarded his previous mobile phone and even encouraged many colleagues in the art circle to do the same. Chatting via video calls had become one of his leisure activities.

Additionally.

He also enjoyed playing chess.

Upon seeing the release of "Time Projection," a sudden idea struck him.

If people could be projected.

Then chess matches should be able to be projected too.

Using "Time Projection," he could project people and chessboards, playing games with friends thousands of miles away as if they were right in front of him. He promptly consulted about this possibility.

The response was: It’s possible.

And so.

He immediately ordered two sets.

The price.

Tsk tsk.

Too touching.

Fortunately, he could afford it. At his age, there was no need to hoard money without spending.

Right after.

Bi Bingzhang returned the call.

"Old Bi, what were you busy with earlier?" came the inquiry.

"I was just on the plane."

"Ah, that explains it. Get over here quickly. I have something incredible to show you. Just you alone; I promise it’ll blow your mind."

Upon hearing this.

Bi Bingzhang could only agree.

This was a close friend of his, a businessman of no small fortune who had once given up his official position to delve into commerce. In recent years, he had thrived and was now semi-retired. He was also a lover of art and occasionally painted for fun.

Half an hour later.

Bi Bingzhang arrived at a courtyard within the Second Ring.

"You’re here! Come in quickly. I’ve got something amazing to show you. I spent over an hour persuading an old leader until they reluctantly agreed to lend it to me for a few days." The elderly man eagerly pulled him into the study.

The walls all around were adorned with paintings.

As they stopped at a table.

One glance.

Bi Bingzhang widened his eyes and leaned in to examine it closely. Without a doubt, absolutely unmistakable—it was from the same faction as the painting in Yunhai and was unmistakably by the same artist.

"Never seen it before, huh?" the elderly man said proudly.

Ahem.

Bi Bingzhang straightened his posture and said, "What do you mean? I just saw one recently."

"Impossible."

The elderly man didn’t believe him.

"What’s so impossible about it? To be honest, I just returned from Shanghai and saw one at a friend’s house. His painting is even slightly larger than this one," Bi Bingzhang said.

"You must have mistaken it." The elderly man still doubted.

Tang Qing’s painting.

Only gifted to the wealthy and influential.

And only to friends. Barely anyone in the field had seen one, and the elderly man had only managed to see it at the old leader’s house. He grew attached immediately, but the old leader had adamantly refused to part with it.

Upon further inquiry.

I discovered its fascinating origins.

"No mistake. I even bought a few works from apprentices of this faction. By the way, you said this painting was borrowed?" Bi Bingzhang recalled what he had heard earlier.

The elderly man nodded, "Yes."

"Do you know where one might buy such paintings?" Bi Bingzhang asked eagerly.

"I know where they come from, but they’re not available for purchase." The elderly man shook his head slightly. He wasn’t acquainted with Tang Qing and had no business ties with him—they were worlds apart. For a businessman like him, Tang Qing stood at the pinnacle of Huaxia’s business circles.

To buy?

It was fortunate enough to even be allowed to view one.

"Why?"

Bi Bingzhang seemed a bit exasperated.

Why do people only reveal half the story?

"The artist doesn’t lack money and only gifts paintings to friends—not for sale." The elderly man disclosed, confirming the painting was the same as Yunhai’s.

Bi Bingzhang’s eyes darted.

With a bold declaration, he said, "Ten million RMB per painting—I don’t believe he would refuse."

Upon hearing this.

The elderly man smirked.

"If he’s not interested, even a hundred million per painting wouldn’t work. I already told you, he’s not short on money. My net worth barely stands out in his eyes; you’d better forget about it."

With a personal fortune of nearly one billion RMB.

Bi Bingzhang had about two hundred million, which wasn’t even enough to try. The elderly man didn’t dare claim he could buy one and suggested Bi Bingzhang give up as well.

"Who is he?" Bi Bingzhang asked.

"Look—on the TV." The elderly man nodded toward the large TV in the study.

At that moment.

The TV was broadcasting CCTV News.

"Yesterday, protests erupted in downtown Seattle, United States. Protestors expressed their hope that Microcrystalline Technology would establish a ’Time Projection’ assembly center in Seattle to create jobs. This marks the first protest of its kind in Seattle this year..."

After watching.

Bi Bingzhang froze for a moment.

With his sharp mind, he immediately pieced together several key terms.

United States.

Seattle.

Time Projection.

Microcrystalline Technology.

Putting them together, it was unmistakably—Tang Qing.

Then.

His brain extracted another name.

—Trillionaire Tang.

*Gulp.*

Bi Bingzhang’s throat moved.

The answer was difficult to absorb, but his old friend wouldn’t jest about such matters. He now understood why Yunhai had said Tang Qing wasn’t short of money. If the answer were true, showing up with a million RMB would likely be wholly insignificant to him.

As for painting skill.

Tang Qing wouldn’t even blink at earning millions.

Money simply didn’t matter.

"Is it really him?" Bi Bingzhang asked in shock.

"Yes."

The elderly man nodded in admiration, saying, "That young man is extraordinary. The title of Trillionaire Tang may become reality sooner rather than later. It’s frankly terrifying—how can someone be this exceptional?"

"He’s not human—he’s a prodigy," Bi Bingzhang recalled comments he’d read online.

Three years.

A trillion RMB.

Damn—this is not something mortals can achieve.

"By the way, feel free to admire it, but don’t photograph or share it publicly. The old leader said that Tang Qing prefers to keep a low profile," the elderly man cautioned. Someone so outstanding, yet as humble as a gentleman.

Unfortunately.

He didn’t have a granddaughter.

"Alright, got it," Bi Bingzhang nodded quickly.

He now shared the same mindset as Yunhai—not daring to spread rumors. Still, he believed extraordinary individuals like Tang Qing would inevitably stun the world once again.

...

Qingyan City.

Manor.

Tang Kai received confirmation.

The government had approved the application for collaboration on building charging stations. Official documents had been issued. While it was still only the pilot stage, he knew that successful implementation would lead to large-scale expansion.

Currently.

The most urgent task was to set up the company framework.

Energy Bureau.

CNPC.

Sinochem.

State Grid Corporation of China.

Ministry of Transport.

These five entities were either industry giants or Beijing-based government ministries. Fortunately, the Energy Bureau was keen to facilitate the project. With approval from higher-ups, there were no policy-related obstacles—just disputes over the process.

Such as interest distribution.

Relatively speaking.

The transportation sector posed the smallest problem, as toll fees applied to all vehicles—be they gasoline-powered or electric—traveling on expressways. Their interests weren’t negatively impacted; they merely needed to allocate some land in highway service areas.

The State Grid was also cooperative.

More electricity usage.

Meant more revenue for them. Why wouldn’t they approve? All they had to do was lay down some additional lines. The tricky entities were the two energy-selling enterprises. Charging stations would inevitably affect their business.

Thus.

Adjustments to the new company’s shareholding structure would naturally reflect this.

However.

These were minor issues. The biggest challenge now was securing investment from private capital, as the company carried a heavy state-owned characteristic.

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