Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1642 - 1474: Trying to Fool Me Into Investing Again (Please Subscribe!)

Chapter 1642: Chapter 1474: Trying to Fool Me Into Investing Again (Please Subscribe!)

Sweet?

The woman was taken aback by this remark.

She turned her head.

Looking at her own Pitbull, as expected, it had a harmless and amiable expression, with its head slightly lowered. This was even more bizarre, as even when facing their own prince, it always had a fierce and combative demeanor.

What was with this eyebrow-raising glance?

Could it be sick?

"It really is quite obedient," Tang Qing said as well.

Laughing inwardly.

If it weren’t for the cage, it might have rushed over to get close. When he first gained Origin Energy, he discovered he could transmit emotions to animals. Although he couldn’t speak, it was quite magical.

After acquiring Nerve Telekinesis.

Even without direct contact, he could transmit some information to other creatures, and it became increasingly accurate. Just in that second, the Pitbull seemed to see a family member.

Uh.

That word wasn’t appropriate.

Should call it... friend.

After waving his hand.

Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue walked inside, and the Pitbull seemed a bit reluctant, whining a few times before finally lying quietly in the cage, watching the direction in which Tang Qing departed.

Entering the living room.

A familiar aroma wafted over.

"Please have a seat," the woman said.

At this moment.

The butler was bringing tea.

Upon seeing Tang Qing.

The tray almost slipped from his hands, but he quickly steadied it, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

As a senior butler of the prince, he had to know about notable global companies, world-class tycoons, and international affairs, not just focus on restaurant gardening like a typical servant.

Tang Qing.

The second richest tycoon in the world.

His net worth equaled the sum of Bill Gates and Warren Buffett’s.

"Mr. Tang, please."

The butler respectfully placed the tea on the table.

"Thank you," Tang Qing nodded with a smile. It seemed this prince and Ayman had a good relationship; otherwise, Ayman wouldn’t have sent his tea leaves to this family.

He sent only three liang each month.

"Do you know Tang?" the woman asked curiously.

The butler quickly reminded his lady.

"I had the honor of seeing Mr. Tang on the news. Mr. Tang’s Qingyuan Technology released ’Epoch’, which kick-started the smartphone era, and Microcrystalline Technology launched the holographic projection ’Time.’"

"Your achievements are admirable."

This explanation.

The woman instantly realized who was in front of her, covering her mouth and looking at Tang Qing. The more she looked, the more familiar he seemed; previously, she had only seen him once and hadn’t connected the dots this far, but now it made sense.

Tang Qing.

That super tycoon with a net worth exceeding 150 billion dollars.

If not for that one from ERV.

He’d undeniably be the first.

"Mr. Tang, I didn’t expect it to be you." The woman’s attitude shifted somewhat.

"Just a hollow reputation."

"..."

Following this.

The woman couldn’t help but feel a bit reserved. She was a princess consort, but there were many Saudi princes, and princesses were not scarce. Tang Qing, however, was unique; her husband’s fortune isn’t even one percent of his.

Seeing this.

Tang Qing knowingly asked, "Does your family keep lions?"

"Yes."

"Can I take a look?"

"Of course, I’ll take you."

"No need, you two chat, I’ll go with the butler." Tang Qing waved his hand.

"Hannah, take Mr. Tang there."

"Yes."

Next.

Butler Hannah led Tang Qing to the backyard.

"Drink this tea; Ayman sent it. The taste is excellent, but it’s too little. When asked where it came from, Ayman wouldn’t say." The woman had only added a single leaf, and the aroma was already very fragrant.

Not stingy.

But truly difficult to get, even if you want to buy, there’s nowhere to purchase.

Seeing the single leaf floating inside, Lin Jiaxue said nothing. She knew the rarity of this tea outside, and only her own man could drink as much as he wanted.

"Okay."

Lin Jiaxue sipped lightly.

It was alright.

It seemed like there was added orange juice, and the taste was quite unique.

...

Backyard.

"Roar."

Seeing Tang Qing.

A male lion in the cage braced as if wanting to pounce. Tang Qing didn’t use Nerve Telekinesis on it; he was just afraid the Pitbull at the gate might scare Lin Jiaxue. The backyard had decent soundproofing.

Moreover, if it bit him.

It would have broken its teeth.

"Quite fierce," Tang Qing said with folded arms, smiling.

"Don’t worry, the prince raised it from a cub. Though it looks fierce, it won’t bite people," Hannah said.

"I’m not worried at all."

Taking a turn.

Finding not much else to see, at least this prince seemed conservative, not keeping jackals or hyenas. But within a three-kilometer radius, there were crocodiles, pythons, leopards, and tigers, even piranhas.

Really knows how to play.

"Boss Tang."

Feeding the lion with lamb.

A figure in a white robe came from across the living room.

Ayman’s cousin.

Prince Dumai.

This person was relatively unlucky; his grandfather hadn’t been king yet. Only if the current king passed away might his grandfather have a chance, but it seemed that this day might be far away.

On the way back.

He received the butler’s text message and sped up home with a press of the pedal.

"Hello, Prince Dumai."

"Hello, hello."

Prince Dumai looked at Tang Qing, smiling brightly.

Noticing... better looking than himself. Although there’s some consensus across countries on aesthetics, Tang Qing’s net worth left him with no room for jealousy.

It wasn’t just a small disparity.

A hundredfold difference.

No prince in Saudi had that much wealth; their money mostly came from royal dividends and some overseas oil field projects like Ayman’s. All major oilfields in Saudi belonged to the kingdom.

Most princes made money while lying down, hardly motivated to earn money.

...

Evening.

The sun hung low.

Ayman rushed over, finding that Tang Qing wasn’t at home. After a call saying he went to Dumai’s house, he quickly headed over.

As soon as he entered.

"Woof woof woof."

The Pitbull barked quite ungraciously.

Ayman was startled by its sudden bark upon rushing in, "What are you barking at, it’s not like you don’t recognize me."

"Woof woof woof."

The Pitbull didn’t recognize anyone else, only its owner. No, now there was also Tang Qing, though it was mostly out of respect. A dog’s loyalty left it with only one master, though it could have multiple friends.

Ayman.

Heh.

Clearly wasn’t one.

Seeing that verbal confrontation was ineffective.

Ayman chose not to stoop to its level and rushed inside, seeing everyone chatting happily, "Tang, my apologies for the neglect. Dumai, you’re something, persuading my esteemed guest to your house."

Ayman joked.

Dumai chuckled cheekily; though not much time had passed since they first met, Tang Qing wasn’t overly warm, yet he didn’t feel uncomfortable in the least, rather feeling very close. To this, he could only attribute it to Tang Qing’s sheer wealth.

Money.

Was omnipotent.

"Let’s go have a feast," Ayman suggested.

Following this.

Following Ayman, Tang Qing arrived at the pre-wedding banquet venue. Upon arrival, goodness, there were indeed many people, of varied skin tones, all dressed formally, and the dinner was grand—roast camel.

Tang Qing’s arrival.

Caused quite a stir.

Almost like Bill Gates showing up, making it hard not to attract attention.

"Tang? Is it really you?"

"Hi."

"Long time no see."

"..."

Tang Qing realized there were quite a few people here he knew, some he had seen at Davos, executives of multinational groups, others he met at Microcrystalline Technology’s investment banquets, brought along by tycoons.

The world.

Is really a small circle.

Tang Qing hadn’t forgotten these people’s names, and calling them out made them feel flattered.

"Tang, hello."

"I’m..."

"I have a promising project..."

"..."

Eating camel.

Several Saudi princes came over to get close.

Tang Qing smiled.

Are they trying to coax me into investing?

Honestly.

Not interested in the slightest.