Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2320 - 2140: Microsecond Changes

What a shame.

They can only observe.

But investing remains out of reach.

The residential properties in Yangon's new city primarily target residents from the old city, while the remainder goes mostly to locals from Myanmar. As for the commercial spaces, beyond those allocated to the former shop owners in the old district.

The others.

Are handled by the Myanmar Bank Group.

Available only for lease.

Not for purchase.

Dreaming of becoming a property owner in Yangon's fresh urban hub? That's utterly unattainable. Myanmar's stance on foreign investments in commercial real estate is growing ever more restrictive.

On this matter.

All involved grasp the situation.

Considering everything.

Just last year, international financiers toyed with Myanmar, triggering a huge exodus of funds that drained the nation's foreign reserves—hundreds of billions in dollars—down to the brink.

Stock exchanges.

Plummeted in sales.

Real estate sector.

Plummeted in sales.

Businesses.

Plummeted in sales.

...

Dark times loomed everywhere.

Yet.

In the end, they weathered the storm, bolstered by Myanmar entrepreneurs who propped up asset values, leading the stock market to steady itself after a minor dip.

The Asia Dollar's value held firm.

From that point onward.

Myanmar has ramped up its oversight of inbound foreign funds.

Furthermore.

It has adopted a more measured approach.

Back in the day.

Overseas money could still sway the economy, but this crisis acted like a purge, flushing out those predatory foreign speculators.

A wave of ease washed over.

Myanmar seized the chance to neutralize a lurking danger, and from that angle, plenty cheer it on, for a nation with solid finances and economic footing.

Finds favor across the globe.

What terrifies.

Is vulnerability without defenses, an exchange rate prone to raids by global sharks; right now, for placing bets, Myanmar stands out as a prime spot.

The tougher the rules.

The greater the stability it signals, the stronger its pull.

Still.

Excessive tightness.

Not just curbs wild gambles but hinders legitimate ventures too, something unheard of elsewhere, yet in Myanmar, the Myanmar Bank Group steps in.

All aspects.

They handle internally, slashing reliance on outsiders. No matter your wealth as a foreign backer, they barely bat an eye—a full-fledged economic and trade loop.

Now stands complete.

Frustrated.

Unable to pour into hard assets, folks turn to scraping gains from stocks instead. When it comes to yields, Myanmar's market has consistently delivered, climbing reliably.

And that's.

The sole domain where Myanmar eases its grip somewhat.

Plus.

Post that banking panic, fresh global cash has poured chiefly into equities, driving Myanmar stocks up more than fifteen percent overall this year.

Fifteen percent.

For investors, that's a solid payoff. In sharp opposition, A-shares... ah, still hovering near three thousand points, gripping hearts tightly.

With extra funds.

Hong Kong listings.

Myanmar equities.

For dependable profits, given the five hundred thousand RMB entry barrier, average small traders stay away; otherwise, Myanmar's market would explode wildly.

...

On the fifteenth.

Myanmar.

Yangon.

The grand unveiling ceremony unfolded spectacularly. Viewed from the sky, the whole new city wraps around an engineered waterway, broad at twenty meters across, though shallow.

Just reaching the knees.

It serves to mark the edges, with bridges spanning ten meters wide every hundred meters, ensuring smooth exits or arrivals into the area.

Without any hindrance.

Flanking the Ring River by a hundred meters on both sides lies the City Park.

Bike trails.

Jogging lanes.

Walking routes.

Each boasts its own space; from overhead, the core urban zone of this new development forms a precise hexagon, rimmed by expansive circular avenues outside.

Impeccably orderly.

This fresh metropolis.

Built from scratch on open land, naturally avoids any disorder.

About this.

Whoever lays eyes on it falls in love, since nobody favors mess; straightforward roads, smartly divided functions, fresh constructions gleaming under the sun's glow.

"At last, we're settling into our new home."

"Wonderful!"

"So roomy!"

"Never imagined I'd dwell in such splendor in my days, all thanks to Ling."

"..."

The locals beamed with joy.

This day.

Following the event, keys get officially distributed, with moves happening across the coming half-month. Those old city dwellings? They're razed right away.

Without disrupting their income streams.

Earlier on.

Amid tourist booms, they'd considered splitting rooms to house more guests, but once Ling assumed power, he cracked down hard on tourism standards.

Scale.

Design.

Equipment.

...

Every detail faces mandates. At first, they grumbled a lot, yet soon discovered medical tourists from abroad were shelling out handsomely.

Matching the take from multiple renters.

Afterward.

The relocation scheme kicked off, shifting millions from the capital to various towns, easing Yangon's crush without denting commerce.

Thus.

They embraced it wholeheartedly.

Today.

Trading worn for modern, complaints vanish; earnings flow as steadily as ever, routines persist unchanged, balancing all sides' gains— a true mutual triumph.

...

In the heart.

Plaza.

Alongside Ling and Kan Qin, numerous envoys joined the festivities. Take Bluem, arriving ahead to tour the site firsthand.

Truth be told.

He adores it.

Pristine.

Organized.

Stunning.

Freshly built.

...

Countless perks, something the U.S. couldn't pull off easily these days; naturally, no envy stirs—ridiculous, America holds its proud stature.

Not that it's beyond reach, just pointless; the real barrier is they wouldn't launch such an endeavor, seeing little value in erecting it.

However.

For these folks, it carries immense weight.

See.

Grins everywhere, backed by thrill and delight, plus deep backing for Ling—this irks Bluem deepest, as Ling excels at wealth creation.

Once the cash rolls in.

He splurges to win loyalties, stalling Bluem's advances. Luckily, the CIA lately plays smart, holding back big plays, skipping abductions for a full month.

Hmm!

This ease hits just right.

Still.

With such calm duties, idleness breeds frustration, a tangled mix. Lately especially, Myanmar's unity from within appears to build gradually.

Reports.

Routines.

Reveal quiet shifts.

On this.

He chalks it up to Ling's heap of real deeds earning broad favor, not probing deeper; anyway, key players remain untouched as always.

Shunning like plague.

Meals.

Declined.

Golf.

Declined.

No private chats allowed; U.S. trip offers dodge Ling's watch, yet all retort: What's thrilling about America?

Our lands boast peaks and streams too.

High-speed rides.

Luxury boats.

Palatial homes.

...

Myanmar now misses nothing of the sort; bids for overseas schooling often flop, Bluem pins it on lingering fear from past events.

One elite clan's heir, studying stateside, faced blackmail.

Subsequent ties.

Snared the whole lineage.

Ever since.

Mention dispatching youth abroad, and top families plus Myanmar elites grow wary; even state policy leans against it.

Since.

It yields zilch.

No boost to credentials, plus entry to sectors like governance, press, or academia demands extra checks.

No matter the global prestige.

Those degrees get no nod.

Local credentials rule.

A Harvard grad equals any Myanmar university alum for jobs and rises here—bold indeed.

Bit by bit.

Even affluent clans cool on abroad education.

Blast it.

Guards are ironclad.

Whatever.

Laze around then, days roll by; plus, the boss up top lately mirrors that sloth, dishing no tough gigs.

Not bad at all.

Relishing the downtime.

Now.

The sharper the view.

The clearer Bluem sees toppling Ling's feat as monumental, impossible soon; sans insider aid, craving Iraq-style chaos.

Pure fantasy!

- Bribe with funds.

- Shape views.

- Gather intel.

All essential.

Yet.

In Myanmar.

Zero headway anywhere, unity binds them tight like iron, swaying sentiments proves tough, the spy network... most aggravating.

He despises snatching folks.