Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2322 - 2142: A Single Net, Pure Bliss
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Everywhere.
Just like in India, numerous individuals carry sour dispositions. Jealousy and scorn represent inevitable human reactions, typically slipping under the radar.
However.
Then abruptly one day.
Your next-door neighbor.
Rolls up in a Rolls-Royce, flanked by a handful of stunning ladies, strutting arrogantly right before your eyes—claiming you wouldn't feel a twinge of envy, who could believe that?
At present.
Such sentiments run rampant.
Folks from Europe and America aren't immune either.
After all.
They view themselves as the world's focal point, the pinnacle of progress, yet pretending they wish the entire globe to mirror their lifestyle is pure folly.
I've got it.
You lack it.
So I can drop by your spot and still bask in a touch of superiority.
Today.
I've got it.
You've got it too.
Even if yours outshines mine, Westerners can't shake that inner imbalance. Regardless of their thoughts, the reality stares them down—the ascent here is undeniable.
It defies the whims of Westerners.
...
Within this mix.
Sun Jiang remains remarkably composed.
Since.
Huaxia stands as a key gainer, setting it worlds apart from other nations. The stronger Myanmar performs now, the greater the advantages for Huaxia, thanks to those contracts.
Such initiatives.
Workforce.
Supplies.
Huaxia reaps massive gains.
Furthermore.
Myanmar's leadership avoids any exit strategy, like flooding local markets with enterprises or shifting farmers to factory roles; instead, they pour investments into Huaxia.
The intent shines through.
Moving forward.
They aim for enduring partnership, with Myanmar tackling finances and developments, while Huaxia keeps harvesting rewards, forging a symbiotic alliance.
This aspect.
Fills him with genuine delight.
Everything's on course.
Truth be told, apart from Huaxia, no other nation delivers such vast volumes, comprehensive options, and affordable rates for goods and assistance.
Zero.
Not one across the globe.
Hence.
This qualifies as a perk from the reform and opening-up era, and Myanmar's team grasps it well, opting for profound collaboration over replacements.
Pool the profits together.
Honestly.
He holds deep respect for the fundraising urban development approach.
Genius!
Even local experts back home never predicted it, assuming they'd stick to the Roy City blueprint, yet it morphed into an enhanced Roy City framework.
Vastly superior.
India.
Led the experiment. And... turned into the initial victim, as the Myanmar Bank Group pulled 150 billion in funds from India.
Afterward.
Huaxia snapped up its share.
Following that.
African nations jumped in, pouring investments one after another.
Certain ones.
Three or five billion.
Others.
Six or seven billion.
These sums, often tucked away among the elite and middle tiers, submerged like hidden treasures, got drawn out by this venture as if hooked by irresistible bait.
Next.
A bountiful catch, brimming with joy.
Africa.
Struggles with poverty.
Yet that's merely for the everyday folk; executed right, even a battered vessel holds three thousand sturdy nails. Lately, these city-building ventures have surged to fifteen.
Of those.
Almost half kicked off in the past couple of months, whether they've caught on or not, hesitant nations have started loosening their fundraising limits bit by bit.
Then.
Local entrepreneurs dove in with fervor, reaching out to the Myanmar Bank Group for deals, sparking a whirlwind of promotion that pulled in countless middle-class investors from around the world.
A joyous spectacle.
Indeed.
Continuing this pace, expect even more next year.
...
Eleven in the morning.
The finishing event wrapped up, crowds scattered in high spirits, heading off to inspect their pre-assigned homes and stores, which hadn't been delivered yet.
Plus.
Interiors are fully fitted out, though lacking furnishings—they'll handle bringing those in. For the stores, customizations match their specs with thorough makeovers.
In this manner.
Launch can happen swiftly, skipping any delays.
In reality.
Store setups stay straightforward; haul materials right there, apply them directly, dodging multiple overhauls that could rattle anyone's nerves with the racket.
Surfaces.
Predominantly use stick-on methods—ugly, you say?
Ridiculous.
Endless varieties to affix, and for tile looks, a sheet mimicking tiles' texture and vibe suffices, simple to place and peel off.
Reusable too.
Flame-resistant.
Dampness-resistant.
And bug-repelling.
Naturally.
It's optional, merely encouraged for eco-friendliness.
...
Through New Yangon City.
The motorcade cruised along, police escorts clearing the path, Kan Qin rode inside, eyes fixed on the stunning cityscape rolling by, mood soaring—yet another sleek metropolis.
Soothing.
Four years back.
Yangon held capital status, he'd toiled here for ages, plagued by urban woes, swarms of newcomers amplifying every issue.
These days.
Challenges get tackled seamlessly.
Inhabitants.
Got spread out widely, fulfilling workforce needs while lightening Yangon's load, now beholding the fresh urban sprawl, memories of the old one flood in.
"Oh!"
Kan Qin let out a sigh.
The world.
Holds endless wonders.
Five years prior.
He foresaw a dim path for Myanmar, locked in limbo, where even a mere twenty-meter bridge might earn his eager attendance for the unveiling.
In the now.
Ventures like that bypass his oversight entirely.
Rail lines.
High-speed roads.
Air hubs.
...
Anything below five hundred million skips his review; this whirlwind of change swept in so swiftly, a fresh age barrels ahead, unstoppable.
The procession advanced.
Traversing the Trade Zone, entering the Housing Area, the new city's build emphasized clear functional divides below the overall layout, rendering the Trade Zone strictly for commerce.
Retail.
Workspaces.
Relaxation.
Amusements.
Cluster fairly tightly, promoting smarter traffic flow across the city, simplifying oversight, and Kan Qin holds this blueprint in high regard.
Viewed from high up, the Core District forms a neat hexagon, each avenue mirroring the next, evoking a harmonious order, the blueprint adorns his workspace wall.
Glancing at it each day.
Clears the thoughts.
...
Near the city's fringe.
Groups of overseas visitors wandered from the Ancient Quarter to the New City's border, spotting the pristine river currents and the grand silhouette of the emerging metropolis afar, emotions swirling.
Full of admiration.
Back in their homelands, such captivating vistas likely await nowhere. A city crafted with precision outclasses those grown organically by miles.
The sight.
Feels cohesive, unlike the jumbled growth in older places that can't rival the new one's allure.
Skillfully composed.
Hues in harmony.
Vibes standing out.
...
Each element boasts clear edges, drawing instant affection; robust scheming and arrangement flawlessly showcase the creators' visions and concepts.
"It's truly wonderful!"
"Yes!"
"Incredibly gorgeous."
"Without a full teardown, no existing city can rival this one's bespoke charm, designed and visualized to perfection."
"I adore it."
"I wish I could settle here for good, but alas, no immigration—just residency options." Purchasing property in Delin Province extends visa durations.
"Fingers crossed for shifts ahead."
"Right, right!"
"..."
Along the Ring River's bank, a single stride lets tourists dip toes in, though barriers two meters out prevent haphazard wading.
Beneath the trees' cover.
Upon the stone tiers.
Hitching up trousers, plunging into the sparkling stream, advancing a couple meters, then resting against the rail to eye the opposite shore's skyline—plenty discover it utterly relaxing.