Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2334 - 2174: Half the Internet Empire Belongs to Tang

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With a quick look.

"This kind of service feels really good!"

"It's thoughtful indeed."

"That makes total sense, since it's an international journey. Even on a flight, you get complimentary beverages, and sometimes a meal too."

"Yeah, you're right."

"To be precise, this is a full travel itinerary. A couple of water bottles don't cost much. The real question is whether lunch is included," an excited voice chimed in.

In reply.

Zhou Yan grinned.

"Yes, they offer it!"

"If you're aboard the train during midday, lunch will be served. That's according to the online info. I don't know the exact dishes, though."

This aspect.

Shows real compassion.

...

While conversing.

The landscape began shifting. As they headed further east toward Thailand, the crowds thinned out. This region was once dominated by mountains, with most folks settled along the shoreline.

They earned their living from the sea.

These days.

Not everyone has relocated.

Scattered hamlets dotted the route, sparsely inhabited yet pleasant in setting. Smooth asphalt paths wound through, surrounded by verdant peaks and pristine streams, plus lines of cozy bungalows.

At present.

Just the Myanmar Economic Zone features villas in each community.

Neighboring areas are following suit.

In particular.

Delin Province stands as the initial non-Myanmar Economic Zone region to finish upgrading all its villages. The key factor is the rising prosperity here.

Tourism revenues have soared.

Hence.

Greater investments flow in.

Having spent considerable time in the area, Zhou Yan now acts like a knowledgeable insider to outsiders, describing it with a voice laced with admiration. His envy wasn't aimed at the villas themselves.

Rather, the surroundings.

Greenery-covered hills.

Pure rivers.

Kitchen smoke rising.

Dogs barking lively.

Plump catches from the water.

...

To be frank.

All in all, it outshines numerous Huaxia villages, where access roads are incomplete and homes stand isolated, nothing like this unified setup.

One dwelling for each household.

Free of charge?

Not exactly.

But aided by grants.

Residents contribute a portion, the community covers some, though the government shoulders most. What if the locals can't afford their share? It might've been an issue before, but jobs abound nowadays.

Repaying it.

Proves simple, merely a handful of working years.

No job?

Neighbors step in to help secure one. As long as laziness isn't the issue, full repayment is achievable. Even stretched out, installments work fine, with zero interest applied.

Take your time.

No pressure applied.

Failure to repay never leads to home loss.

Naturally.

Should you willfully skip payments despite ability, apologies, but exploiting national aid isn't that straightforward. Safeguards exist.

Zhou Yan figured.

The quickest timeline, three years.

Usually, five years.

Longest, a decade from now.

Maybe.

This spot could rank among the world's happiest nations. Why top the list? Zhou Yan recalled Europe; their lifestyle screams ease.

Lately.

Despite economic troubles, it hasn't dimmed their laid-back vibe. With the Euro holding strong, Europe's social safety net rolls forward relentlessly.

Along its track, masses line up.

Only advancing.

Not reversing.

Backpedaling.

Would crush countless beneath, protests erupting everywhere. Zhou Yan doubted such chaos without the EU's own downfall.

Short of that.

It's mere fantasy.

...

Beyond the glass.

Hamlet after hamlet flashed past, as Thai elites in first class lounged in plush seats, faces tense and uneasy.

Five years back.

Through the pane.

Those paved streets were mere dirt tracks. Many of those bungalows were simple shacks of wood, or even thatched roofs, and passenger vehicles? A rare treat.

Today.

Everything's revamped.

Bungalows.

Streets.

Vehicles for transit.

All in place.

Surveying the changes mocked their own shortcomings, stirring unexplained resentment, even if no direct slight was meant—the heart just aches that way.

Side by side.

It hurts to behold.

Never mind.

What the eyes don't see, the mind forgets. They shut their lids for a nap, pondering the railway's impact on Thailand: primarily, an influx of visitors.

Next.

Freight transport.

Were it solely for travelers, it'd squander potential, but thinking deeper, Thailand exports little to Myanmar anyway.

Indeed.

Myanmar needs it all.

Yet.

Thailand offers zilch.

Crops?

Myanmar's a powerhouse in agriculture; tourist booms won't demand imports. Industrial goods? Huaxia borders them.

Superior standards.

Affordable rates.

Open jealousy.

Absolutely.

They yearn to build factories in Thailand, yet foundations are absent. Others follow steady multi-year strategies.

Thailand?

Pipe dreams.

Managing one cycle without disruption counts as success. Thai leaders risk upheaval, frequently toppled by armed forces, hindering policy persistence.

Moreover.

Funds are scarce.

In essence.

These officials hold slim hopes of rivaling Myanmar; merely serving out terms without scandal is a win.

Anything more.

No wild aspirations.

Superpower status?

Er!

Drop it.

Through history, they've been minor players, uninterested in upending destiny, unlike Huaxia, briefly eclipsed by foreigners for just a century or two.

The bulk of eras, it led unchallenged.

Thus.

The urge to reclaim glory burns, but Thailand's forever the lesser, in land, numbers, or legacy. Dreaming big feels out of reach.

Staying modest.

Works well.

Food and comfort abound, no famine. Let global shifts fall to others. With that mindset, moods brightened, gazing at the views.

Ah!

Nice!

At minimum, it boosts Southeast Asia's reputation.

...

An hour passed.

Customs cleared, the train crossed into Thailand.

"..."

Zhou Yan went quiet.

The pathetically faint phone signal compelled him to end the stream. Calls barely connected, streaming was impossible—the gap showed right away.

Remember.

He used a local Thai card. From his July visit, foreseeing more trips, he'd kept it active. Barely over the line, and this.

Next to him.

"It's gone."

A youthful traveler from abroad shrugged. "Network reach in Thailand lags badly." Zhou Yan offered a faint grin, agreeing silently.

Nothing to do.

He switched to a pre-saved film.

Still.

The upside was mealtime arriving, not extravagant but diverse enough. Up front, they even had steak.

"Pretty decent."

"Flavor's solid."

"..."

Zhou Yan savored the beef happily. Clearly, the flavors came from solution-enhanced prep. This could be a launch special.

He counted himself fortunate for it.

While dining.

And peering outside, his device captured footage nonstop. No live feed possible, but he could clip it into uploads for Headlines later. Streaming isn't his only gig.

He dabbles in personal content too.

That said.

His employer restricts him to pre-recorded clips on such sites, banning live shows. The logic is simple: Tang Group rules the web now.

Videos.

Messaging.

Amusement.

Networking.

Devices.

Apps.

...

It spans everything. Even battered foes like Penguin, or Ali's competitor Jingdong, are turning partners in select ventures.

So.

Avoid stepping on core turf—like live broadcasts—and no one interferes.