Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2329 - 2169: Joy

Throbbing pain.

Downhearted.

Irritated.

Initiatives that benefit the U.S. government sail through smoothly, yet suggestions that cut into official interests carry a far steeper toll.

High and low.

Within and without.

The maneuver demands intricate steps, with fallout needing careful weighing. Launching it might shatter ties entirely with the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group, leading to unforeseeable fallout.

Suppose.

The Myanmar government bars U.S. folks from getting care, picture the scale of uproar from the masses, since Myanmar isn't some easy mark.

Unless war erupts.

Short of that.

Through standard methods, they hold their own defenses too, don't dismiss the frenzy of those staring death in the face, the backlash from public sentiment would crush hard.

...

Furthermore.

The powerful families have grown baffled recently.

- Backing.

- Against.

- On the fence.

These three positions divide the powers guiding America, a scenario barely conceivable in the old days, when they always picked firm sides on every nation.

Positions rang clear.

And moves struck fast and firm.

Yet.

Over the Myanmar matter, such a deep split appears. This signals that whichever faction aims to dominate in rolling out certain steps.

Faces tough odds.

Legislature.

Two sides.

Encounters fierce pushback once the drug behemoths regroup.

Rubbing temples.

Cursing under breath.

Sensing total misery.

Still.

Days roll onward, or they'd brave the harsh northwest gales alone, and America's winter bites with icy chill this year.

...

Europe.

Likewise,

Swears fly freely.

Medications.

Rank among the rare global goods where buyers lack options, for life's sake, folks clench jaws and pay whatever it takes, a truly odd beast.

Prior year.

On dementia care, America shelled out close to two hundred billion bucks, Europe? Barely trailing that figure, worldwide? An eye-watering sum.

Thus.

They're forfeiting more than the European turf, but the entire global arena, as though this remedy's debut severs their lifeline.

This grudge.

This grudge.

Endless and unrelenting.

"So maddening, without a single heads-up."

"Spot on."

"Scum."

"..."

Had they warned ahead,

Bargains could have happened, worst case shelling out a hundred billion euros yearly to the Myanmar Banking Group, or letting the Transcription Fluid hit European shelves.

Discussions were possible.

But now.

They dropped it cold, blindsiding everyone.

Post-rants,

Counterplans occupy their thoughts.

Penalties?

Eh!

Europe lacks prime targets for hitting them, usual penalties hit finance and trade zones, blocking goods flow, locking foreign holdings, and such.

For the first.

They hardly snag European wares.

For the second.

Euro holdings seem slim too, Myanmar sticks to a hundred billion dollar forex buffer, the surplus long gone.

- Commerce.

- Borrowing.

- Real estate buys.

These drain the bulk.

Indeed.

Bits might get seized.

But.

On what grounds?

To lock a nation's funds or slap penalties, excuses stay limited, like defying the West, aiding terror, hoarding nukes, or other big shocks.

Failing that.

It crumbles under scrutiny.

Powerless.

They lean on America for moves, or else endure the savage northern blasts themselves, piercing cold amid this frosty spell.

...

Worldwide.

Every nation.

Burst into near-celebration at the breakthrough cure for Alzheimer’s, barring a handful of firms and their staff, the bulk stand as users.

Spending.

Equals cash outlay.

Before,

It yawned as an endless void, draining families dry with agony, yet now full healing restores awareness.

Naturally, joy surges.

Web.

Press.

Demand swift rollout of the remedy locally.

Danger?

Hah!

Worse than the current hell?

Like tumors.

Death could strike anytime.

You preach risk to me, go to hell, back when Transcription Fluid debuted, caution-mongers got flayed online like mutts.

Today.

Alzheimer’s draws the same fire.

In mere months.

Across drawn-out years.

All fades to nothing, kin turn strangers, mind clouds over, self-reliance vanishes, and you dare mention risk?

Think I lack the tongue to lash back?

Bah!

This ain't a sniffle, it's do-or-die stakes, that existence beats dying outright, they'd choose honorable end over such torment.

...

Following dawn.

Early light.

European avenues.

"March!"

"Resist!"

"..."

Crowds sparked demonstrations.

Why?

Naturally, to challenge the remedy's security.

"Vile!"

"Have these folks no shred of decency?"

"Xie Te."

"Soul sold to darkness."

"..."

Folks itch to pummel them, morals and principles vanished, not a lone event, echoed the operating room rollout too.

Striking profits.

Jabs like raw nerves.

Throngs of European docs hit pavement against the operating room, fearing slashed earnings and prestige.

Bottom line.

Boiling fury.

Over this.

They nearly got torn apart in curses, Europe's healing skills shine, but pace crawls, ops queue for months or years.

Blast it!

Our lives mean zilch to you?

Again.

'Affected parties' rally anew, all grasp it, sans sufferers, care outfits bleed cash flow.

No funds.

Plenty face job hunts.

Yet.

Zero pity.

Unlike factory automation ousting hands, worthy of compassion, but existence trumps coin.

Existence.

Defies the balance.

This.

Forms the core Western creed.

...

Shanghai Exchange.

Park grounds.

Eyeing the turmoil, Tang Qing let out a soft sigh, were machines swapping laborers with street clashes, he'd lend some backing.

Since.

Jobs.

Anchor a populace's core living, joblessness spells dire straits, in one view, he resists rampant automation.

Standard firms.

Chase wealth.

Hunt gains.

But.

When eyeing welfare for millions upon millions, or beyond, priority boils to one---jobs, birthing a base rule.

---All fed comes first always.

If.

A firm swaps masses of staff for gear, hires three hundred, forks a hundred billion taxes yearly.

The other.

A firm, worker-heavy, staffs thirty thousand, owes zero taxes yearly. Tang Qing leans latterward, from the peak vantage, funds play second fiddle.

However.

Healing diverges.

We can't claim, since my cure saves lives but idles thousands, withhold it, such math chills the bone.

People.

Shrink to... output pieces.

Leveraging woe,

To prop certain folks' work, ranks as the direst reasoning, thus, on Alzheimer’s-linked trades leaning for jobs.

With global roles potentially slashed by one to two hundred thousand.

Tang Qing feels zero remorse.

Existence.

Can't get tallied so.