Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2313 - 2133: A Little Discouraging
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
In no time at all.
The aircraft soared into the heavens.
To be frank.
Many folks got a real thrill from observing the piloting up close and personal. Gotta admit, it was exhilarating—the cockpit featured glass on three sides, providing a wide-open vista.
Blue skies overhead.
Mountains blanketed in snow.
The vast land below.
…
Absolutely breathtaking.
Right then.
The plane climbed at a leisurely pace.
If not.
They couldn't have lingered in the cockpit; the rise felt like an elevator's gentle motion, with just a mild pressure as it gained height.
"Okay."
"Back to your seats, folks; acceleration's coming up!"
At those words.
The group left the cockpit with reluctance, settled into their chairs, and fastened their safety belts. Moments later, the rotors visible through the windows angled forward, delivering a powerful surge of force.
And soon.
"Whoosh!"
The push grew fiercer.
Right after.
The landscape beyond the windows began to blur backward. Yet the journey stayed smooth, without jolts, and the forward display, much like on a bullet train, indicated their velocity.
Thirty.
…
Forty.
…
Sixty.
…
Eighty.
At last.
Velocity steadied at one hundred kilometers per hour, shifting to steady flight. Just then, Tang Qing's announcement echoed through the cabin, "Transparency mode engages in ten seconds."
"Huh?"
"Transparency mode?"
"What's that about?"
Hearing this.
Some newcomers reacted with shock, though others grasped the idea.
"Transparency?" Chai Ren whispered to himself.
Perhaps.
He remembered a slick feature from the Tang Family Manor, and sure enough, after ten seconds, the cabin walls turned see-through, exposing the terrain below.
"Ha!"
Chai Ren let out a laugh.
Sure enough.
It fit Tang Qing's daring flair, truly striking.
"Wow!"
"What's happening?"
"Whoa!"
"…"
Those unaccustomed jumped in surprise, but spotting Chai Ren and the rest staying composed, they flushed and settled quickly, even if the awe lingered deep inside.
Darn!
This is exhilarating.
Transparency?
It's like hovering over a glass floor—unreal, Tang Qing sure knows how to amp things up, even during a trial run. Still... it's captivating.
"No need to fret, it's just minor tech."
"Pretty cool, but you'll adapt soon."
"…"
Zheng Lin and several others grinned while reassuring them.
They gazed downward.
At the snowy expanse, not much detail visible, yet this aerial first for them beat anything on television before.
At the same time.
"Clack!"
Tang Qing emerged from the cockpit.
"Done flying?"
Chai Ren inquired.
"Takeoff's complete; cruising now needs no input from me. The trio of pilots has it covered flawlessly." Naturally, Tang Qing didn't idle.
He headed to the liquor storage.
Sss!
He pulled out several chilled bottles of fruit wine, serving a glass to everyone.
"You... flying after drinks?" Someone murmured.
In response.
Tang Qing grinned.
"I managed the launch; they'll take over now. Relax." The others nodded upon hearing, having witnessed a 'crew' step in earlier.
"Snap!"
That individual got a light tap on the head.
"What, you clueless?"
"Tang Qing's legendary for holding his liquor; forget this light stuff, he could down barrels of the hard kind and stay sharper than you." Pei Yang teased with a scold.
This fellow.
Obviously unaware of Tang Qing's tolerance—unfathomable. Truth be told, Tang Qing's talents leave scant flaws to pick at.
If there's one thing.
It might be... being too outstanding, almost intimidating.
He earns fortunes.
He masters painting.
He excels in music.
He crafts sculptures.
He whips up feasts.
He designs brilliantly.
…
Now.
He pilots aircraft too, apart from feats like birthing that test human limits, it appears nothing Tang Qing can't master or refuses to try.
Never mind.
Comparing to a prodigy is pointless.
…
Down below.
Eight army trucks rolled into the facility.
The observers marveled.
Tang Qing had taken to the air, but the futuristic command post didn't faze them much, given their own setup dwarfed it.
Plus.
They accessed orbital views.
Fact is.
Tang Qing did possess satellites.
However, those served communications, lacking spy functions for ground imaging or target tracking. Such tech remains under strict global oversight.
All of a sudden.
The wall monitor glitched briefly.
Tang Qing filled the display.
"Greetings, leaders."
Tang Qing offered his hello.
"Boss Tang, stay careful up there." The overseeing leader sighed with resignation, stunned by Tang Qing's boldness in hopping aboard his prototype for the flight.
If the craft plummeted.
Eh?
Spotting Pei Yang.
The leader grew even more wordless; Pei Yang caught sight too, lifted his glass in a subtle toast, and smirked, skipping formalities since it was his own uncle.
A top brass in the General Armament Department.
"Fine."
"No concerns, my bird's solid." Tang Qing stated casually, after pouring resources into its security; even total engine shutdown.
Passengers could still touch down unharmed.
That said.
This maneuver awaited a full drill, as it involved detaching the passenger pod, ruining the unit.
"Got it."
Right now.
Another delegation approached from the rear.
Recognizing them.
They were provincial officials, strangers at first but soon acquainted via intros. Post-chats, discovering Tang Qing's skyward jaunt, several shook their heads in wry amusement.
Ah well.
Wealth lets you chase whims.
On this occasion.
Though no ceremonial cut, Tang Qing's involvement and summons piqued interest, despite production not hailing from Xin Province.
Even so.
The trials occurred locally, sufficing nicely.
Take the current buzz.
Drawing nationwide eyes.
In the region, it's a badge of honor, and they yearned for flawless execution. Witnessing Tang Qing's personal flight eased their worries.
…
Forty minutes passed.
"Rat-a-tat!"
The chopper touched down steadily on the pad, and as Chai Ren and the crew stepped off, satisfaction beamed from them, the trip evoking a luxury liner voyage.
By then.
The ground team had waited patiently.
Provincial reps.
Military personnel.
Safety officials.
The trio of groups trickled in, joined by Tang kin.
Once out.
Exchanges followed.
"Boss Tang, mind if we take a spin?" A military man asked with keen interest, their focus purely technical, differing from the rest.
"Absolutely."
"An hour each batch, savor it."
"Incredible."
With that.
A squad of a dozen experts climbed aboard, and upon glimpsing the opulent cabin, they paused in awe; was this really a chopper? It rivaled a bespoke jet, making them wary to claim seats.
Five minutes on.
The craft lifted off.
"The roar's noticeable." Zheng Lin noted, external din prominent yet tolerable—aircraft always hum, after all.
Save for.
Some gravity-defying tech.
Besides.
Even gravity tech couldn't silence supersonic rush, external quietude impossible without breaking physics.
"True, but the interior's plush." Pei Yang commented.
"Yeah."
"…"
While conversing.
The party trailed Tang Qing on a facility walkthrough, him leading with effortless breakdowns, reporters in tow.
From the province.
Fueling the evening broadcast, sans direct questions.