Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1716 - 1547 Delivery (Request Subscription!)

Chapter 1716: Chapter 1547 Delivery (Request Subscription!)

The next day.

The buzz about Tang Qing’s perfect scores hasn’t subsided.

However.

On June 10th.

"Shock! Tang Qing scored exactly ninety on every subject today."

A piece of news.

Was shared endlessly.

Many people were baffled.

Dude.

It’s one thing to make headlines with a perfect score.

But now scoring ninety is making headlines too? What can’t you make headlines with? Are the media so free nowadays? What’s newsworthy about scoring ninety, I swear I won’t click on it, wait? All nineties?

Let me see.

Clicked to take a peek.

Sure enough.

The title wasn’t wrong.

He scored exactly ninety on both of today’s specialized subjects, not more, not less.

"Has he run out of talent?"

"Run out your brother-in-law, it’s a round number score, Tang Qing might be controlling it on purpose."

"Why control it?"

"Wouldn’t getting perfect scores every day get boring?"

"...Not boring."

"The world of high achievers."

"Tang Qing: Perfect scores are boring, let me score ninety for a change."

"Whether he’s controlling it or not, let’s see the scores that follow. If it’s still ninety tomorrow... Tang Qing, you little genius, can you leave some room for us normal folks?"

"I’m more looking forward to another thing."

"What?"

"Starting tomorrow, increasing by one point each day, ninety-one, ninety-two... a hundred... ninety-nine... ninety-eight. If that’s the case, I’ll seriously tack Tang Qing on my wall at home."

"Pfft!"

"You’re too funny."

"He’s not dead."

"..."

Complaints.

Envy.

All kinds of emotions, but seen as good-natured fun, it’s just an exam, in Huaxia’s history, being good at studying is justice, at most Tang Qing’s showing off a bit.

No.

Tang Qing probably isn’t interested, his reputation is already big enough.

It must be the ’unethical’ media showing off.

Yes.

It’s their fault.

Unethical media: Lala, it’s all us!

...

Noon.

"Why just ninety today? Are you really tired of getting perfect scores?"

During a meal.

Zeng Rou looked at Tang Qing curiously.

Taking a bite of silly crab meat, Tang Qing nodded naturally and said with a smile, "Pretty much, as long as it’s a pass, I don’t think there’s much difference between ninety and a perfect score."

If done wrongly.

Tang Qing wouldn’t agree.

This time he left ten points empty, which is different.

At the time.

The teachers also asked this question, and he gave similar answers; the teachers didn’t think Tang Qing was arrogant because he had the capital to be. In academics, knowing is justice.

Perfect score?

Does it make a difference?

With the ’justice’ standpoint, everything he does is just.

"Still ninety tomorrow?"

"No."

"Hmm?"

"Ninety-one, I think a netizen’s suggestion is good." Tang Qing smiled. Staying at ninety is boring too, adding one point each day, hmm, seems like a good suggestion.

As for hanging on the wall.

No interest.

He just thought the increase was nice.

Zeng Rou: "..."

Really knows how to have fun.

It’s likely.

This lifetime might only witness once with Tang Qing; in the future, Tang Qing might become the ultimate version of a ’child of others’ in whatever country, causing countless unfortunate children to faint at the mere thought of him.

"I bet you’ll be on the headlines again tomorrow."

"Maybe."

Tang Qing shook his head slightly.

Tomorrow.

Wednesday.

The official delivery day for "Time," whether it’s a headline or not is still uncertain.

...

Evening.

On the other side of the Earth.

United States.

Dawn just broke here.

In Washington.

A hillside villa, a young white man just woke up, receiving a text message, "Hello, your pre-ordered ’Time’ product will arrive within an hour, please stay connected."

With a start.

Neemu jumped up.

His face full of excitement.

He remembered.

Someone called three days ago, saying that the product could be delivered today, he hadn’t left home for these three days, as the first batch pre-orderer for "Time," he could enjoy it first.

Among friends and relatives.

Others were notified after the day after tomorrow.

Haha.

This sense of superiority.

Made the young man feel good.

Looking up at the empty shelf in the top corner of the wall, that’s where ’Time’ would be installed. At first, after paying a fifty-thousand-dollar survey fee, a team came for an assessment.

Holding unknown instruments strolling around the installation scene.

He heard they were testing light and sound refraction of materials, etc., to provide better services.

After the survey.

The people left.

Soon.

Microcrystalline Technology provided a plan.

Wiring.

Installation location.

Internet requirements.

Base specifications.

To ensure optimal audiovisual effects, they didn’t accept any changes. Neemu didn’t mind, as few service providers would refuse suggestions from their wealthy clients.

Microcrystalline Technology offered an unusual experience.

Fine.

No change, no change.

Holding the plan.

He found a decoration company to set it up; Microcrystalline Technology could provide it themselves, but didn’t have enough people, the installation was slow, so they encouraged customers to set up all kinds of wiring themselves as long as they followed the drawings.

It took three days.

For the wiring and base to be done.

The internet speed was set to the highest.

Every morning after getting up.

He looked at the empty shelf in the corner, eagerly waiting for the delivery to arrive. In addition, he also ordered a multi-person projection plan for banquet use, moving around the crowd with each step on the slider.

Thinking about it.

Neemu was eager to experience it.

For this.

He built a new house around the villa.

It’s finished.

The slider was also installed last week, working well, just waiting for it to kick off.

Woke up.

Found something to eat from the refrigerator.

Sitting in front of the swimming pool.

Watching the entrance of the road at the foot of the mountain.

Eating and waiting at the same time.

It’s not right.

I can’t be the only one waiting, thinking about it, he remembered his friends, decided to invite them over to see it too, sharing is better than enjoying alone, such an interesting moment shouldn’t be enjoyed foolishly by oneself alone.

"What, yours is arriving? I’ll be right over."

"Wait, I’ll be there in half an hour."

"Coming."

"..."

Time.

Passed through one phone call at a time.

Suddenly.

Neemu perked up, spotting a Microcrystalline Technology container truck at the foot of the mountain, similar to the vehicle from last time, just then, his mobile rang, it was the security guard calling.

"Let them in."

"Yes, Mr. Neemu."

The vehicle arrived.

Came straight towards him.

This hillside villa wasn’t the only house, coming up the winding road took more than ten minutes.

"Chirp!"

The vehicle stopped in the yard.

"Mr. Neemu, good morning." A burly guy in work clothes got down.

"Good morning, is it time to install now?" Neemu asked.

"Yes."

"Please."

Neemu rubbed his hands, came to the container side, after the installer opened it, inside were various ’familiar’ things, he had seen them during the ’Time’ press conference.

The first installation.

Was the projection device at the main gate.

Under the eaves.

The staff set up a ladder.

Climbed up.

Placed a device about the size of a projector, fixed it with screws, and then connected the pre-set electrical wires, projection data cables, and surveillance data lines.

The whole process took merely three minutes.