Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2323 - 2143: The Great Move

Inside the convoy.

Within a central vehicle.

"You... performed admirably." Lang Cai gazed at Ling seated next to him, releasing a heavy sigh, since Yangon had been the previous capital, and now that the new city stood complete, he found himself invited as well.

Over these recent years.

Ling's achievements had shone so brightly; the world outside had long stopped noticing him. Even with his appearance this time, he realized nobody truly paid attention.

Back then.

It was tough.

Today.

It's rewarding.

Folks' opinions on worth were straightforward: they backed whoever improved their lives. And for them, he lingered merely as a faded recollection.

Furthermore,

it wasn't even a pleasant recollection.

If his biggest success lay in paving Ling's path to victory, then picking up web surfing and grasping the common folk's thoughts brought some solace to Lang Cai.

At the very least,

he'd managed one right move, proving he wasn't completely worthless.

Three years on.

A transformed Myanmar.

Impressive.

This was the vision he'd chased in dreams but failed to realize, though a touch of sorrow hit him over Ling's intense grip on authority, as nearly every follower had switched sides.

Even so,

that 'nearly' was just his hopeful illusion.

At present,

the behind-the-scenes sway he imagined wielding never materialized, instead shifting to the current reality: Ling held nearly total control.

He himself

had faded into the background.

With meals and comforts provided,

still,

devoid of the command he once wielded.

"You're too generous." Ling replied softly.

Noticing this,

Lang Cai's lips curved slightly; Ling stayed as reserved as ever, yet in action, he moved with fierce determination, refusing to overlook the slightest flaw.

That's positive.

Firm leadership brings advantages, minimizing internal conflicts.

If not,

given Myanmar's state today, those advancements in tech, successes, and economy... would have fallen under Western influence long ago—after all, a tempting prize draws sharp blades.

Without that,

in a flash, only a bare slab might remain.

...

Shortly after.

The convoy departed the new city, reaching the Old City, with streets and structures that felt so familiar, though now more outsiders roamed the roads than during the capital's relocation.

The Old City awaited teardown.

Thus,

Lang Cai viewed it as a final glimpse, back when his orders flowed swiftly and his decrees ruled supreme—yesterday's triumphs now mere passing views.

Truly poignant.

As he observed.

A flood of recollections filled Lang Cai's mind.

This shop.

That structure.

The route underfoot.

...

He knew many spots well. Not everything ahead would vanish entirely; sites of historical value would endure, key thoroughfares preserved as heritage lanes.

The rest.

Tear down.

On this point,

Lang Cai offered strong backing.

After all,

new residences made these outdated ones seem shabby and cluttered—most illegal builds he'd itched to remove for years but couldn't due to budget shortages.

For a nation back then with GDP under $20 billion yearly, just sustaining basic operations was a feat, leaving no spare cash.

Today,

Raze them.

Whatever rises in their place beats the current disorder.

Right now,

the avenue buzzed with activity, countless trucks hauling furnishings and possessions toward the new city—relocating. Faces beamed widely, all thrilled at the prospect of fresh homes.

Meanwhile, visitors and medical seekers would shift to the new city in a week's time; this period served chiefly to let big stores and urban offices prepare.

Considering,

millions involved demanded careful pacing, no haste allowed.

"Click!"

"The energy here's electric today."

"Indeed!"

"Such a spectacle, we should head to the new city and check it out too."

"..."

Numerous travelers pulled out phones to snap pictures and record clips; a whole city's relocation proved a rare event, and even certain streamers went live right on the sidewalks.

In recent times,

Myanmar's ascent drew plenty of travel streamers, some lingering for months to dive deep, unlike in other nations where they'd merely skim the surface.

Wander briefly.

Yet here,

security stands solid.

Attractions abound.

Settings are pristine.

...

To sum up,

it's nearly the top destination for international travel creators in terms of extended stays.

"Greetings to fresh viewers, hello everyone, I'm Xiaoyan, streaming live from Yangon, the Old City of Myanmar right now."

"Up ahead."

"This isn't an escape—have you ever seen folks fleeing with smiles? No way, it's a relocation, shifting to brand-new dwellings; today's the kickoff, and traffic's backed up nicely."

"..."

Amid the roadway,

Zhou Yan, a streamer from Huaxia, addressed his phone. He'd spent a month in the area, crossing into the Myanmar Economic Zone via Yunnan Province, journeying southward to Yangon.

Fresh off arrival.

After quick research, he launched his stream.

"From my current view, the inauguration wrapped up, so settling in can start. Lots of watchers might not grasp the new city's significance—allow me to clarify."

"The new city of Yangon."

"Represents a fresh modern hub erected beside Myanmar's longstanding capital; think of Xin’an City for comparison, though their designs diverge sharply."

"These days,

following almost two years of work, completion arrived at last—the original capital's millions will relocate there, offering greater scale, superior quality, and ample space."

"..."

Fresh audiences streamed in steadily.

Unfamiliar with it,

they inquired,

forcing repeated breakdowns from him.

In truth,

online crowds enjoyed these streams for their proximity and packed with draws, nearly every day featuring someone airing from here, keeping viewers hooked.

Their perspectives expanded.

"We'll hit the new city shortly," the streamer announced.

Truth be told,

others already streamed from the new city, but uniqueness mattered. While some dove straight in, he opted to highlight the Old City's exodus.

Lacking that,

duplicate footage would bore fast.

Moments later,

he motored along the primary route, filming relocation moments throughout, though he avoided sticking solely to that, lest the chat grow stale swiftly.

En route,

spotting outsiders, he chatted with them now and then—being a streamer demands effort these days. Hailing from a Yunnan border town, Zhou Yan spoke Burmese.

Passionate about journeys.

Hence,

his English flowed smoothly too.

This edge let him connect with residents and visitors alike, outshining those limited to Chinese speakers.

Just then,

sidewalks sported light outfits, perfect for catching glimpses of elegance.

Yangon's position south of Hainan Province meant even December stayed mild.

Shorts.

Light tops.

Perfectly sufficient.

All at once,

he noticed a lady aiding an older individual, chatting in Chinese; he grinned and approached, "Pardon me, are you folks from Huaxia?"

"We are."

"Hi there, I'm a streamer covering the relocation live; are you visiting for medical care?" The streamer pressed on boldly, just like in prior encounters.

Expecting perhaps a frown.

Since,

this hinted at illness, fine if treatable, but touchy if severe—though nowadays, cancer no longer spells doom.

In this place,

such inquiries feel natural, as over half the crowd sought healing, with nearly all finding cures; the query rarely stung.

Hearing it,

before the lady could respond, the elder beamed.

"Not at all."

"We're vacationing here."