Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2316 - 2136: Terminating the Euro Plan
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Right at that instant.
Next to him.
Suddenly, Pei Yang inquired:
"Does this drone come in a military variant?"
Earlier on.
Tang Qing had explicitly mentioned that this was a civilian drone, yet he also mentioned that the military could adapt it on their own if required. Back then, Pei Yang hadn't quite grasped it.
At present.
A bit of clarity dawned on him.
Even though.
The Tianpeng drone's massive dimensions make it unfit for battlefield deployment, that doesn't imply its internal tech lacks any worth for adaptation. With major alterations, it could certainly serve military needs.
Furthermore.
Considering Tang Qing's visionary ideals, he'd never turn away from cutting-edge gear. It's highly probable that he holds a trove of designs adaptable for defense applications.
Hearing those words.
Tang Qing grinned.
He shook his head.
"No."
"I have no plans to manufacture complete military gear on my own." After all, as a 'good citizen,' he avoids the stigma of being a 'defense contractor.'
Typically.
Many view this stance as a safeguard.
Yet.
With Tang Qing's elevated position today, it feels more like an unneeded restraint. Despite that, ninety-five percent of his aviation designs serve military ends.
His creations.
Outline the specs.
Lay out the blueprint.
Experts handle the execution.
Afterward.
They turn into Tang Qing's playthings, though it's merely a pastime. He can supply components, offer resources, but he firmly refuses to produce military hardware himself.
Thus.
His statement leaves an opening.
"Oh?"
Pei Yang's gaze lit up.
Not making full products? That suggests he might supply parts instead? What a vast distinction, much like Boeing or Lockheed Martin.
They don't fabricate every piece in-house; some come from external suppliers. Huaxia operates similarly—no single entity builds all equipment from scratch.
It's the outcome of joint efforts.
"Could you elaborate?"
Pei Yang pressed eagerly.
"All the core tech within it—the framework, the controls... I can hand that over to the military entirely, for whatever use you see fit, except the material tech, which must be bought."
Indeed.
Tang Qing can generously share defense technologies.
Still.
Handing it all over without cost? Hardly. Truth is, with the abundance of advanced tech in his arsenal, the real moneymakers for Tang Qing... well, there are plenty.
Such as materials.
In that domain.
He holds a near-dominant edge, and unlike complete revolutionary inventions, these are subtler, yet the earnings remain substantial. It all kicked off with the Constant Temperature Clothing.
By now, he's firmly entered the materials arena.
...
Upon this revelation.
Pei Yang gave a nod.
"That's reasonable."
Gratis?
Nothing's ever truly free in this world. Tang Qing's terms make perfect sense; only, Pei Yang wonders about this drone's material tech—is it truly groundbreaking?
Does he assume the military lacks options?
This...
Seems a tad dismissive of their capabilities, doesn't it?
Never mind.
It barely concerns him.
...
Ten minutes passed.
"It's true!"
Pei Yang summoned his little aunt's husband, who looked astonished. Moments ago, the accompanying specialists had repeatedly urged him to broach the topic with Tang Qing.
They yearned to examine the blueprints and deeper specs.
But.
He'd stalled on requesting it. After all, they're guests here—demanding a peek at proprietary tech? Does he take Tang Qing for an easy mark? Sure, the man seems affable always.
However.
No one believes a global magnate is that pliable.
So.
He'd put it off.
To his surprise.
Tang Qing had anticipated this.
"Absolutely."
"Much appreciated."
"No trouble at all, though not today—tomorrow will work." Tang Qing replied.
"Fine."
Pei Yang's little aunt's husband agreed.
He felt no rush himself, and as for the material tech, it didn't faze him. How long has Tang Qing's company been at this? How could it outshine the military's vast material reserves?
No genius.
Can surpass boundaries.
Materials science.
It's a profoundly complex realm demanding years and dedication; latecomers can't just mix alloys and expect huge leaps.
Precision in production grows ever more demanding.
Constant Temperature Clothing?
Hah!
Its key fabric isn't even from Tang Qing's own firms. Frankly, they covet that material too—the Myanmar Bank Group peddles it, sure.
But they withhold the know-how.
Powerless.
Wealth?
They've got enough to burn.
Loyalty?
As a foreign outfit, why should they bother with you.
...
Soon after.
Alerting the arriving experts, their faces beamed with delight. Though confident in reverse-engineering it with military tech, the adage holds: untested is unproven.
Like cuisine.
A skilled cook.
Could approximate it from a taste or glance, yet with a genuine recipe laid out, no chef would scorn it out of pride.
Besides.
The recent trials revealed they'd lowballed this drone's sophistication; countless metrics surpassed projections.
Velocity.
Payload.
Malfunction odds.
Substances.
Guidance.
...
Every aspect shone exceptionally, and even if they crafted it anew, they couldn't boast superiority. They grasp full well what this signifies: true mastery.
Their earlier arrogance fades bit by bit.
...
At six in the evening.
"Safe travels."
"Farewell."
"..."
Tang Qing saw the provincial officials depart; they'd only come for a glimpse, lacking the military or security's specific demands, so they exited post-demonstration.
Once gone.
The trials.
Resumed.
Payload assessments dragged on the most, back in the command center, though his mind wandered, as lead visionary of the endeavor, he had to uphold a certain poise.
Through his vision.
Data scrolled.
All of a sudden.
One update drew a smirk from Tang Qing: At last, it's here.
Moments ago.
Greece revealed their figures: their public debt now hit 300 billion Euros, an all-time peak—put plainly, they're hunting for bailouts.
Greece's debt meltdown.
All too familiar.
It dominated headlines for years in his past life, sparking massive uproar before simmering down. The core issue? Greece had overborrowed and couldn't repay.
Begging for funds.
Pleading for forgiveness.
Eventually.
They flirted with outright default.
Naturally.
Life schooled them harshly.
Following that.
To avert a fiscal catastrophe, EU nations kept extending credit, ballooning the debt to near-insurmountable heights.
Ultimately.
Their grand fix? Stretch maturities by a decade—the sole method to muzzle this explosive, though not disarm it, biding time till the next flare-up.
Forecast.
Years more of chaos loom, as history loops.
Whether rise.
Or ruin.
Tang Qing can't predict, but every EU state must feel utterly wretched, like swallowing filth. Thus, in a spirit of benevolence, Tang Qing resolves to lend a hand.
How?
Obviously... shove them deeper into the pit.
The Euro.
Stands as a formidable barrier in his mission's path, akin to the dollar; hitting third place means clashing with both giants simultaneously—far too daunting.
Hence.
Tackle one at a time.
The Euro.
Time to let it fall!
Indeed.
This scheme had brewed in Tang Qing's mind for ages; his operatives' strategy briefs outline leveraging the Greek crisis to hobble, perhaps doom, the Euro.
It propels the Asia Dollar's rise.
Sure.
Post-collapse.
It could resurrect too, but then, its notes would bear an unseen 'Tang' imprint, plain for all to see.
Toward this end.
His team has schemed extensively.
This day.
The Greek crisis ignites, unleashing the full scheme. The Euro's upheaval alone can jolt the third-place Pound, while the Yen?
Never even a rival.