Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1943: Chapter 1768: Bottom of the Abyss

Old Yuan’s remarks were very simple.

“As an agricultural scientist, my existence’s meaning is to ensure everyone has food to eat, while the existence of entrepreneurs is to provide people with jobs, income, and a richer life.”

Just one sentence.

That sums up the meaning of both.

“Never forget responsibility.”

“Never forget the mission.”

“Never forget awe.”

…

Half-past nine.

The award ceremony ended.

Afterwards.

People left in groups of three or five. This kind of annual meeting, including the day they came and the day they left, could add up to four days, and for many people, it was quite time-consuming.

“Boss Tang, see you in a few days.”

“Alright.”

“Looking forward to collaboration opportunities.”

“…”

Saying goodbye to each other, at least a hundred people were prepared to head to the Shanghai Stock Market, but most were from private enterprises, with few central enterprise big shots interested since their businesses were mostly in monopoly industries, with little competition.

Naturally.

There wasn’t much interest in the Smart Space Industrial Park from them, and Tang Qing didn’t mind. The money from these central enterprises could be easy or hard to earn; there’s no need to tie down everyone.

“I’m heading back first.”

Ma Yun had to rush back to Hangzhou overnight.

Tomorrow is Monday.

There’s a meeting.

While Tang Qing would leave tomorrow night.

…

After saying goodbye.

Arrived home.

It was already half-past ten. Chai Ren’s family had already left, Dou Jiao hadn’t, but additionally, there was someone else—Dou Jiao’s cousin, Cui Xin. Tang Qing remembered that the last time he saw her was during Chinese New Year.

In Qingyan City.

For Gong Lang.

She had a conflict with her family, didn’t return to Beijing for Chinese New Year, and they hadn’t seen each other for almost a year. Images of her past year’s messages flashed through Tang Qing’s mind. He shook his head; in the end, this couple was separated.

What a pity!

Besides sighing.

Tang Qing could only watch; he couldn’t interfere in other people’s family matters.

“Sister Cui.”

“The richest man, Tang.” Cui Xin smiled mischievously.

Compared to the beginning of the year.

She hadn’t changed much.

Still so cheerful, showing no signs of heartbreak. The Cui family’s plan wouldn’t really change their daughter’s character because of a man. That would underestimate their intelligence too much.

It was a good plan.

A little effort, not hard to set.

Now.

Gong Lang’s child was already a month old, and Cui Xin no longer harbored any thoughts. Recently, she got engaged to someone of equal status, a young talent with a good character and a good relationship, which proved a truth.

Heartbreak.

The best remedy is to quickly start another relationship; the wound will heal faster.

“What have you been busy with lately?”

Tang Qing sat down, pretending not to know, and started chatting casually.

“Teaching,” Cui Xin said.

“Hmm?”

Cui Xin explained, “I’m temporarily an assistant teacher at Zhong Yang Music Academy.” She was originally a master’s student there, loved singing, and although she still did, she was not young anymore.

Previously rebellious.

Now.

She had matured a lot.

Bar gigs and banquet performances, she was gradually letting go, but she couldn’t let go of music. So, she asked her family to make some arrangements and became an assistant teacher, relaxed and with a proper job.

Pursuing a doctorate on the side.

In the future.

If she decided not to just be a teacher, she could switch to administration.

With power.

These things weren’t a problem.

“By the way, I heard your cousin’s musical talent is quite good.” Cui Xin suddenly recalled Tang Nian’er, a cute and beautiful little girl. In the manor, there was a music room of several hundred square meters.

“Not bad.”

Tang Qing replied.

Nearby.

Lin Jiaxue raised her eyebrows slightly, smiling as she looked at Tang Qing. Only her family knew that Tang Qing was the real musical genius; with a single leaf, he could play a moving tune.

“Didn’t she apply to an art school?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Yantang University will open a music academy next year,” Tang Qing said. Art majors are different from regular majors and are generally not offered by regular universities. Considering the approval process, Yantang didn’t establish a music program last year.

This year.

The process for such programs began. Similarly, with some push, the process went quickly. Dou Jiao’s father, who was already the deputy head of the education department, facilitated the connections, and none of this was an issue.

Hearing this.

Cui Xin laughed. This brother indeed spoiled his sister enough to directly open a related academy to let her study close to home. She also had a brother who spoiled her, though he often nagged.

But it was really nice.

…

Early morning.

At half-past two.

“Still trying to run?” Tang Qing suddenly opened his eyes, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

…

Pacific Ocean.

On the island.

“Whew!”

On the beach.

Tuoyin gasped heavily, a wry smile on his face. Was death finally drawing near? In these past twenty-odd days, he had a profound sense of what despair meant, living the life of a countdown to doomsday.

It was so deep.

Back then.

There were hundreds of people.

Now.

Only fewer than sixty remain. The weather here changes too quickly. The sea wind is very cold at night, and it’s even colder when it rains. Many people fell ill in recent days, and it’s getting more severe, with no medicine available.

Self-healing?

That also requires conditions.

Food shortage.

Although there were hundreds of people, many of them knew desert island survival skills. However, the island is too small, people too many, with no net available, fishing? It can only rely on luck; the body’s nutritional intake is simply insufficient.

Water shortage.

The island has no natural freshwater, only relying on collecting rainwater.

Huge temperature difference.

It’s hot during the day, cold at night, and without blankets, it’s hard for the cold to not be severe. Expecting healthy people to give their clothes to keep others warm? What a joke; no one present was a good person.

Selflessness?

Ha!

No one wants to die.

Just like that.

In just a week, dozens died of cold. There were no deaths due to starvation; the surrounding island is shallow sea, with food, but it simply couldn’t sustain food supplies for hundreds of people, and hunger erupted.

The thirteenth day.

Only enough fish for a few dozen people was caught.

The fourteenth day.

Even less.

The fifteenth day.

Everyone only got a slice of raw fish each.

The sixteenth day.

Even fewer fish.

Everyone stared blankly on the beach.

The eighteenth day.

Someone couldn’t take it anymore, and the order that the elder had barely maintained collapsed in the face of life and death reality. Many people looked at each other with green eyes, familiar with the scene.

Once upon a time.

Kovalro left people on a deserted island.

Without food.

The looks between each other were just like this. Now, retribution had arrived; they were also left on a deserted island. A few people, or maybe a dozen, could perhaps survive here for a long time.

But.

Hundreds of people.

The ecosystem around this island could not sustain.

Chaos.

Erupted.

From the moment someone went missing, things went out of control. The building was about to collapse. Within just a few days, faces were torn, starting genuine ’survival’, and in just five days, many people died.

Today.

It’s Tuoyin’s fifth day of hunger.

Surviving only on water.

He had persisted until now. As for the elder, in a mediation attempt, he was sabotaged and died two days ago. To this day, no one knew Tuoyin was once the true controller of Kovalro.

“Haha!”

Tuoyin chuckled wryly.

In this life.

Having stood at the pinnacle of glory, and in old age, fell into the depths of despair—self-inflicted, inevitable. Seeing not far away many people giving him strange looks, Tuoyin already knew his fate.

Death?

It’s certain.

As for why he was still alive?

It’s simple.

Who doesn’t store some reserves in their refrigerator?