Rebirth: Super Banking System

This meal.

Everyone ate with their hearts pounding.

Finally.

They were so stunned by the successive revelations that their heads buzzed. To cooperate, Tang Qing informed them of some of his forces in simple terms.

Thus.

The leaders of the consortium once again began to question their lives.

Terrifying!

-Kovalro.

-Black prison.

-FBI.

-CIA.

-Homeland Security.

-Parliament.

-Military.

…

Damn it, the forces this man has in the United States alone are no less than what they’ve built over a century, perhaps even more in certain areas.

And yet.

They hadn’t noticed a thing.

Helpless!

Wanting to cry!

But they found they had no tears left to cry! With such an existence and such capabilities, it was not difficult to accept. Previously, major consortiums cooperated among competition.

From now on.

It’s competition within cooperation.

These two.

Are completely different; with Tang Qing, the biggest behind-the-scenes BOSS, they are all on the same boat. As long as they plan well, this entire world.

Belongs to them.

No.

To Tang Qing, who is the true big shot.

…

After the meal.

They drank tea for a while.

“Let’s go, everything is ready on that side.” Tang Qing stood up.

In an instant.

The scene before them shifted, vanishing from the original place. The next moment, as their vision recovered, they saw a familiar building in the distance, took a deep breath,

Suppressing the unstoppable shock.

Even Mars.

They could easily reach, let alone instantly be in Europe. Tang Qing said they’d go to Europe in the afternoon, yet he just drank tea and dined, which they had anticipated.

Immediately.

They followed Tang Qing, stepping towards the manor.

There.

A crowd was already in disarray.

“Didn’t you invite us here? What’s going on? Are you playing a prank on me?” Said a gray-haired head of a European consortium, questioning sternly.

“I didn’t.”

“Your butler called, I even heard your voice. I’m not deaf yet.”

“…”

Facing the questioning, the elder from the Rothschild family found that no explanation was convincing, as people insist they came because of an invitation.

However.

He truly hadn’t sent any invitation.

Moreover.

And hadn’t made any such calls.

Everything.

Reeked of eeriness, and the butler beside him wouldn’t admit to it, calling someone to investigate. This made the elder a bit panicked since so many had come.

Either.

It was a prank.

Or.

A grand conspiracy.

If it were the former, it’s manageable. Find out who did it and make them regret it, but if it were the latter… then it’s going to be a major issue.

Whoever planned this setup definitely has major ambitions.

“Gasp!”

Taking a deep breath.

Suddenly.

The muddy eyes saw a group of people approaching from afar, and were shocked because they were too familiar; these were the heads of major American consortiums, known for decades.

No mistaking it.

Then.

The problem arises.

First.

What are these people doing here?

Second.

Where are their own security?… Did they all die? How could there be no report, and people just walked in, a strong sense of insecurity rose in his heart.

Also.

Who was that young man in front? He seemed somewhat familiar, but he wasn’t yet senile, quickly recognized—Tang Qing, Huaxia’s richest man.

At this moment.

Seeing the elder’s steady gaze fixed on one place, others turned their heads too.

Dumbfounded.

“Old Morgan, why are you here? I didn’t hear you were coming.”

“Exactly.”

“Could it be something major?”

“…”

They were also bewildered. What’s going on here? The end of the world? Is everyone here to discuss some survival plan? Some with wild imaginations thought that way.

However.

More people felt a heavy heart.

Judging by the looks.

Today would not be an ordinary day. Especially with Tang Qing’s presence, their hearts skipped a beat; this person, blending into their Western consortiums.

What’s going on?

Could it be.

Tang Qing is related to American consortiums?

…

Facing these questions, Old Morgan and others did not respond. With Tang Qing present, he did not speak; what place did they have to talk, having just come in.

Unimpeded.

Security?

There was.

But seeing Tang Qing, it was as if they hadn’t seen them, even slightly nodding in respect, they understood these people had also submitted to Tang Qing.

God!

Globally.

How many more of Tang Qing’s people are there?

Such a big move, and yet the secrecy was maintained to such an extent.

…

In fact, this manor had not replaced all the security, only about ten percent, not much, but enough for Tang Qing to swagger in.

Despite so many questions, Old Morgan and the others had no answers.

At this moment.

They too felt the intense eerie atmosphere.

“What’s wrong with you all?”

“…”

Their response was just a strange smile from the crowd, a bit of helplessness, a bit of awe, and in their eyes, a touch of ridicule.

…

Afterward.

The entire process was unexpected, similar words, similar tactics. After experiencing a bit of the world’s improbability, they all became compliant.

Dazed.

In a stupor.

Using all their thoughts to digest everything that had just happened.

Terrifying!

Horrifying!

Scary!

They may never forget being directly moved to the outside of the Kuiper Belt, on a giant spaceship, several astronomical units away from Earth in their lifetime.

God!

Are you dead?

Otherwise.

How could such an existence appear in the real world? In comparison, the man is a max-level hunter, while they are mere noobs who haven’t left the starter village.

My goodness.

Nearly scared to death!

…

At this moment.

Even the American consortium, which had previously submitted, was indescribably shocked. Appearing on Mars seemed relatively close, but appearing outside the Kuiper Belt.

Continue flying outward, directly away from the Solar System’s core star territories.

Craziness!

The world is truly going mad; outsiders could never have predicted that Tang Qing already possessed technology akin to teleportation and space travel.

Comparing themselves to them wasn’t even on the same level.

“Similarly.”

“Your first task, from me, is also to make the Asia Dollar the world’s number one trade settlement currency. Each side contributes a little, and it can be achieved.”

“In the future.”

“On the surface, no need to overly favor my company, keeping things normal is fine, we’re not short on the money.”

“…”

No one had an opinion, nor dared to have one. Now, Tang Qing was the big shot, saying what needed to be done, even if it meant instructing the United States to attack Germany tomorrow.

They could only raise the flag and cheer.

Tang Qing.

Is someone they cannot defy. Indeed, they had thought of favoring Tang Qing’s subsidiary companies a bit, but upon hearing this, they dismissed the idea.

Indeed.

An existence like Tang Qing couldn’t possibly care about money. A single word from him, if a trillion dollars were collected and offered, they would have no objections.

Moreover.

He doesn’t even need it; printing Asia Dollars is as simple as typing; a trillion can emerge in seconds, genuinely fast.

…

In Huaxia.

Back on the Shanghai Stock Market.

After sending those consortium heads back to the ancient castles of America, Tang Qing returned, sitting in the office, gazing at the rising sun outside the window.

Quietly appreciating.

So far.

Although the Asia Dollar has not yet surpassed the Dollar.

However.

It is already in the countdown; as long as those consortiums cooperate, surpassing is merely a matter of time. According to the plan, this time next year will suffice.

Not too fast; otherwise, it wouldn’t be convincing.