Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2310 - 2130: Exposure

Beijing.

Hmm!

That incredible group remains as impressive as ever.

"Outstanding!"

"What a fantastic design!"

"Incredible!"

"The impact is astonishing—a single load of a hundred tons, matching six massive fire trucks, and blending three techniques together cuts down on waste dramatically."

"It even manages to contain the dispersal of hazardous fumes."

"Superb!"

"A mighty asset!"

"..."

A wave of admiration echoed through.

Via satellite feed, visibility was limited, yet the effectiveness shone through clearly, merging three fire suppression and smoke clearance approaches.

The outcomes proved spectacular.

Far surpassing the usual tactic of helicopters dropping a single ton of water across a zone, this method outperformed specialized firefighting planes by several folds.

- Broad coverage.

- Massive payload.

- Precise handling.

These key advantages.

Outmatch every type of firefighting plane. Truth be told, watching TV scenes of helicopters dangling a water bucket, dumping it hastily, and vanishing always strikes me as absurd.

It truly does.

"In dire situations, it could prove invaluable."

"Spot on!"

...

At the base.

After dousing one mound, merely a fifth of the water got consumed, proving highly efficient.

Next up.

They tackled the following mound.

Differing from the previous round, a unique flame suppressant mixed into the water boosted its potency beyond regular H2O, requiring just one-tenth the amount to smother almost ten thousand square meters.

Following that.

The six aircraft alternated in action, collaborating to relay the extinguishing efforts, showcasing diverse conditions, before shifting to the transport operation.

This part was straightforward.

- Load the cargo.

- Arrive at the target spot.

- Unload.

- Head back.

Merely four steps, though the distance stretched longer this round.

Tanks filled to capacity.

Under maximum weight.

Items hauled 800 kilometers distant, then looped back, with that 800 kilometers following a winding path, just like earlier, to and fro.

Without pauses.

Up to now.

The main tank alone wouldn't suffice, hence four extra fuel pods were fitted to avoid any in-air refuels, enabling nonstop flight around six hours.

Therefore.

This trial extended into the evening.

Perfectly timed.

Night evaluations would kick off then, running till midnight, and such drills needed repeating the following day.

The day following.

Upkeep.

Visitors.

Two days hence, the open demonstration.

...

Meanwhile.

Beyond the site.

Word of this aircraft had begun circulating, not by intent, but passersby caught glimpses of the trials.

Snapped photos.

Indeed.

The surrounding Gobi stretched vast.

Still.

It wasn't a total void for miles, clips surfaced online, swiftly pegged as Tang Qing's creation.

Sharp images.

Still.

Soaring aloft without clear markers, dimensions stayed vague, but nobody figured those six colorful aircraft in the clips were tiny.

Even so.

A few posed foolish queries.

"Is this a drone?"

Right away.

Numerous folks chimed in with clarifications.

"Absolutely not—didn't you catch the noise? That booming engine rumble in the background, no way it's a drone; it's a genuine piloted aircraft, enormous in scale."

"How enormous?"

"No figures out yet, but on-site observers call it hugely massive."

"..."

"What's its purpose?"

"Beats me."

"..."

"Location?"

"Xin Province, in the Gobi."

"..."

"Didn't anticipate test runs this soon after a year—can it be trusted? Typical aircraft projects drag on three to five years, often a decade or beyond."

One voice raised doubts.

In reply.

Tons of Tang Qing enthusiasts bristled.

"What’s with questioning its reliability? Drop that doubt—it's airborne already, after thorough checks, so reliability is a given."

"You got it."

"We trust Tang Qing fully; whatever he produces is top-tier, this plane has to be extraordinary. If I had the funds, I'd back it without hesitation."

"Couldn't agree more."

"Totally."

"Just like my role model—while others shop for jets, he crafts his own."

"..."

Myriad onlookers buzzed with interest.

Tang Qing.

Claimed the spotlight anew, as tycoons chased luxury jets, he'd already engineered and flown his very own.

Wow!

Perspectives shifted yet again.

So wealthy.

To that degree sparked pure envy, free to chase passions, snag any desire, even forge a plane on a whim.

Man.

This embodies ultimate freedom! Folks drop a fortune on a bought plane and face backlash, but Tang Qing invests billions to build one and earns only awe.

One's mere spending.

The other's innovation.

These two.

Differ by far more than a single notch.

...

The following day.

Dawn.

A headline shook the web.

"Day after next at ten, Comet Video streams this aircraft's trial live—the front page now features broadcast alerts, don't miss out!"

In a flash.

Excitement surged higher.

"So... the public demo's here?"

"Yep, that's it."

"Whoa!"

"Lightning speed—turns out Tang Tang headed to Xin Province ahead for this. Too bad the distance is killer; otherwise, I'd head there myself."

"Me too."

"Wish for spectator spots—I’m ready with travel cash."

"..."

Vast crowds awaited with bated breath; prior Tang Qing goods were accessible to all, but this leaped beyond grasp.

Heightened thrill.

Plus.

It's a full-fledged airplane!

Slicing through skies, ferrying passengers, dwarfing any drone in wow factor, boasting a dazzling look, bold styling, all from Tang Qing's vision.

Brimming with buzz.

For an instant.

Rocketing to trending peaks, chat exploding.

Moniker.

Dimensions.

Capabilities.

Function.

...

Rumors swirled in droves, absent official word, yet answers loomed soon, easing minds as they geared up for the stream.

...

The day after.

Practice resumed, though the path tweaked for added challenge, lest yesterday's repeat bore Tang Qing.

Prior day.

Largely held steady height.

This day.

Shifted to peak-to-valley patterns, twirling, bounding... tossing in tough stunts, though these wouldn't feature in shows.

Such as:

From a hundred.

Slowing from a hundred kph to standstill, straightforward—the whirling turbojet blasts ahead for deceleration, at peak thrust, stopping span shrinks notably.

Full-speed halt needs just two hundred meters.

Yet.

This stayed internal evaluation.

To collect metrics.

Since such moves carry risks, they're unfit for 'amateurs,' and anyway, no military angle demands them.

That session.

In the command center.

Crowds gripped controls tensely, aware the blueprint was solid, but such antics still spiked anxiety, fearing pilot slips.

No tech marvel survives one blunder, akin to India's habit of plane wrecks—gear's prime, yet human lapses doom it.

Fortune smiled.

Pilots handled expertly, zero mishaps.

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