Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2157: Chapter 1979: As If in a Past Life

Yacht.

On the first deck.

"..."

The adults looked at each other, seeing the helplessness and comfort in each other’s eyes, as the younger generation being so kind to people was something to be happy about.

For a long time.

Mother Tang finally managed to say.

"Not bad."

What else could she say?

Advise to save a bit? Tang Qing wouldn’t listen anyway.

At this moment.

Tang Nian’er suddenly looked up.

"Wow, bro, you’re on the hot search again." Although they were far from the coast, under the banner of ’satellite WIFI,’ it was still possible to surf the internet at ultra-high speed here.

"What’s up?"

...

"For this May Day Labor Day, Tang Qing’s company provided travel benefits for more than half of its employees, with an average personal expense of 10,000 RMB."

"Those who didn’t go this time can save it for annual leave."

"Domestic."

"Abroad."

"Can choose any."

"During the trip, accommodation, transportation, and food are all covered by the company, and the standards are quite high. The rest, only personal consumption needs to be paid by oneself."

"..."

Headlines.

Media.

News.

Reported extensively on this event, almost praising it with all their might, leaving many people feeling utterly depressed, even vacationing wasn’t sweet anymore.

"Wow, that’s awesome."

"Envious."

"They’re celebrating the holiday, we’re just getting by."

"Insightful."

"Our company feels fake, others spend 10,000 per person, and I’d be happy if we could get a 200 RMB festival bonus for May Day."

"Such a gap!"

"I want to be alone with my thoughts."

"I have a classmate at Comet Group, just saw their Moments post, and they’ve already arrived in Yangon. I think I’ll have to block my Moments for a few days."

"Haha!"

"My Moments too."

"Must block it, it’s toxic."

"+1."

"Moreover, after May Day, the new benefits of Tang Qing’s company will be officially implemented, with double the social security payment based on working years, making people incredibly jealous."

"Alas! Can’t compare."

"..."

For a while, the heat was rising.

Envy.

Jealousy.

Hate.

Resentment.

Resenting not working at Tang Qing’s company, and the last was towards their own boss, look at that, they’re almost herding employees to travel.

Some of us are still working overtime, and the worst part is, there’s no overtime pay. Thinking of this, and comparing it to Tang Qing’s company system --- ten-hour extreme limit.

What about us?

Twelve hours is the norm.

Such a gap.

Why is it so big?

...

Looking at everyone’s envy, Tang Qing’s employees couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride, even though they are all industry elites, they also have vanity, and feel quite satisfied.

Once upon a time.

It was hard to imagine a private enterprise in Huaxia with such good treatment, even big companies would try every way to keep people working more.

But here?

Not okay.

You can’t even work overtime if you want to.

When the time comes.

It’s like they’re rushing you off, and the work is generally arranged to be completed during work hours, at first, it felt tiring because you had to familiarize yourself with the business.

Then.

As business skills improved, gradually got used to it.

Tasks for eight hours, in fact, could be completed in about six plus hours, the remaining time spent in meetings, doing examinations, and preparing for the next day’s work.

After work.

Spend time with family.

Do some fitness.

Go out on a date.

In short.

Far surpassing similar companies, the gratitude towards their own boss grows by the day. Silently praying in their hearts: may Tang Qing’s business prosper.

Of course.

We should also work hard.

Otherwise.

If the company doesn’t make money, what will it use to provide benefits?

...

Afternoon.

Four o’clock.

"Boo hoo!"

Looking at a small town in the distance, Vika cried. At this moment, he was leaning on a wooden stick, his clothes were filthy and full of holes.

He looked just like someone who had experienced a disaster.

One hour ago.

He was led out of a minefield, then got into a car for half an hour, and was thrown out, told to walk to the nearest town.

Then.

The car disappeared from his sight.

At that moment.

He felt as if he was breathing freedom, but due to hunger, he was weak in the hands and feet, so he found a tree branch, limping along the dirt road.

On the road, he came across many Indian people, all of whom cast a sympathetic look at him, mainly because he looked so miserable, making Vika feel a surge of anger.

I am the young master of the Suto family.

Rich.

Powerful.

Luxury cars.

Beautiful women.

And a life you can never have. During this time, he tried to borrow a phone, yet still overestimated the popularity of mobile phones here.

As well as the prevalence of English here.

Okay.

Although English is considered one of the official languages here, most Indians don’t speak it. Seeing the town, Vika was excited because there was a landline phone.

"Thud!"

"Ouch."

A shop, Vika was thrown out.

"It hurts!"

Holding his stomach, Vika’s face twisted. He had babbled continuously for a while, yet the other party wouldn’t let him make a call. In a rush, he tried to grab the phone.

And got beaten out.

"Does anyone speak English?"

Vika shouted loudly.

However.

All were confused; Vika called out a few more times.

"..."

Okay.

He gave up.

Got up.

Walking down the street, the joy of just escaping gradually faded, and soon, he thought of a method, which was to find the wealthy people in the town.

Relatively speaking, such people are more likely to speak English.

Half an hour later.

"Name."

"Vika."

"Age."

"..."

"Nationality."

"Malaysia."

"Why did you smuggle into our India, is it to work illegally?"

"..."

That’s right, Vika got into the station. After the family reported him, the town’s security came soon after, and their question almost made Vika swear.

Wow.

Illegal work?

Is your thinking a bit off?

"I’m not here to work, I’m being kidnapped, and I want to contact my family now, you can also contact them on my behalf," Vika said.

"Okay."

Upon hearing this.

Vika breathed a long sigh of relief.

Good, good.

Things finally got on track. After a while, indeed, they contacted the Suto clan, not his father, but the butler of the manor answered.

No way.

He didn’t remember the numbers of anyone else in the family, not even his own mobile phone number, only the contact landline for the family manor.

Because it was easy to remember.

Otherwise.

He could only first contact the embassy.

"Who?"

"Me."

Vika wanted to cry again, how nostalgic, as if from a past life.

"Master Vika?"

The voice on the other side increased by a few decibels.

"It’s me, I’m safe, quickly send someone to India to pick me up."

"This.."

That side hesitated.

"What’s the matter?"

"Over here... there’s been a situation."

"Huh?"

"The one who was with you... hasn’t been caught yet. If you come back, there’s only the prison for you, moreover, there’s so much going on at home recently.."

Vika was dumbfounded.

Looking forward to it.

Looking up to the stars and the moon.

Finally escaped from the robbers, only to be told now: you better lay low outside, before he finished saying what big event happened, Vika got furious.

"What’s going on, haven’t caught the person for so long?"

Unexpectedly.

The sentence from the other side made Vika feel like he was plunged into an ice cellar.

"Because... Suto family... might collapse."