Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2341 - 2181: Improving

On the ocean's surface.

Performing tests.

Pressing on.

Each time the plane plunges beneath the waves, folks fret that it might never soar again, yet in truth, it bursts forth from the depths time after time.

Remarkably resilient.

Right now.

Those eyes gleaming with the most intensity belong not to the spectators, but to the coast guard officers. Tasked with maritime security and aquatic rescue operations, they grasp the situation all too clearly.

Right in front of them.

Just how invaluable this flying machine could prove.

Immensely so.

Sturdy.

Capable of conducting operations in tough scenarios, and it cuts an even more striking figure. Flying this beast feels far grander than buzzing around in a tiny chopper for saves.

Fingers crossed it's affordable.

If not.

We'd have to dream about it.

...

"Sixty dives into the water finished, no serious gear malfunction warnings, no drop in power." Completing all sixty trials right away forges a solid view.

--- Top-notch build.

"Blown away!"

"Such caliber, that's classic Tang Qing." These days, it's turned into a go-to phrase for Tang Qing's signature style, unchanging as ever.

"Incredible."

"Broadcasting the trials live takes guts, must mean they've got the chops."

"Exactly, exactly!"

"..."

Following that.

The announcer declares: "Now for the next round of trials, surface navigation."

Afterward.

The plane submerges, surfaces, and starts gliding across the waves, keeping pace with the nearby submersible as it cruises.

In a flash.

Crowds found themselves in awe.

"Whoa, holy cow!"

"It handles like that? No way, right?"

"Incredibly adaptable."

"..."

A seaplane might make sense for that, but here it's not just splashing down and lifting off on water—it's cruising like a vessel too, thanks to this ingenious setup.

Utterly wild?

Moments later.

The sight sank in for them, prompting cheers, even if it stretched belief and defied expectations, highlighting superb capabilities.

The superior.

The grander.

The more astonishing.

Should the announcer reveal right then that the plane could briefly navigate submerged, folks might... not bat an eye in shock—that'd be the true jolt.

Sixty minutes passed.

"..."

The prediction proved spot on.

Indeed!

Though limited to just an hour underwater at depths under thirty meters, it's genuinely a submersible flyer, standing alone globally.

"Underestimated Tang Qing's creative vision and daring innovations once more."

"Stunning."

"Mid-bite right now, nearly gagged."

"Powerful!"

"Unbeatable."

"..."

Even the harshest critics must salute this creation, even if its practicality seems limited, it fully demonstrates top-tier excellence.

If not.

No one would risk attempting it.

Before long.

It shot to the top of trending topics, drawing ever-increasing focus, as outlets worldwide rushed to cover it, leaving plenty of Western folks queasy like they'd swallowed filth.

In the past.

Global hub for breakthroughs.

Lay in the West.

Lately.

Eastern nations have overtaken, with Myanmar leading in medical cures, eco-revitalization methods, farming advances... nearly overwhelming the West.

4G.

Smartphones.

Holographic Projection.

...

Everything stems from the Orient, shattering their air of dominance over and over, leaving them deeply uneasy—not resentful of Tang Qing's triumphs since that's pure talent.

Their fury stems from.

Their own folks slacking off.

...

Midday.

Following a tasty meal.

The armed forces.

Law enforcement.

Coast guard.

All took turns trying the submersible; the first pair didn't require it much, yet the last group showed keen enthusiasm since it suits ocean rescues too, and zips along.

Over double the pace of a standard rescue vessel.

"Whoosh!"

"So smooth."

In the plush seating.

Gazing upward.

Pale azure waters filled the view, close to shore so not distant, with fish groups darting away in fright overhead.

Nearby.

Seawater pressed against the window, yet oddly, info flickered on the pane too.

Depth.

Temperature.

Water pressure.

Cruising velocity.

Pretty fascinating.

"Knock knock!"

After a couple gentle raps.

No sharp ring like regular glass echoed, instead a thud akin to tapping a barrier, as the whole reinforced compartment measures over fifteen centimeters thick.

Made from acrylic.

Though named glass.

Its composition differs entirely. It's a polymer compound, more precisely a kind of plastic. Best recognized for use in optical lenses.

Impact-proof.

Semi-transparent.

Featherlight.

Super pliable.

...

A host of benefits let it excel in materials science, brimming with promise. Quickly, they ascended, climbing aboard the vessel with a touch of letdown.

Nothing else to it.

Water clarity.

The underwater views weren't impressive, likely needing ventures to pristine deep oceans or safeguarded atolls to truly savor subsea exploration.

...

At the vessel's edge.

Observing the waves.

Chai Ren let out a sigh, "This water's condition, tough to clean up." Decades of human waste have rendered restoration a real challenge.

"Mm."

Tang Qing gave a nod.

Gaze profound, fixed on the endless sea.

Ruin comes effortlessly.

Cleanup.

Demands massive efforts, despite the Ou Wei Foundation launching a worldwide ocean restoration initiative, including dedicated marine debris removal.

Still.

Mere scratch on the surface.

Ultimately.

Seas are in constant motion; fix one spot, pollution drifts from elsewhere, undoing the work in moments, yet we can't simply order nations to stop dumping.

That would.

Mirror the old Copenhagen Climate Summit from his prior existence.

Back then.

Held just last week, leaders discussed curbing worldwide gas outputs. America boldly claimed Huaxia topped the emitters.

Needs to cut back.

Plus.

Shoulder extra duties.

As a result.

The summit wrapped amid sour vibes, though not fruitless—nations forged strong agreement on slashing emissions.

Everyone pledged targets.

Yet.

When it came to follow-through.

Ha... solely Huaxia nailed its aims and delivered best, while India vowed a twenty percent drop over a decade.

End result.

Obvious enough.

Therefore.

Pushing for universal ocean cleanup, beyond affluent powers and risers like Huaxia and Myanmar armed with tech or funds.

Majority of nations.

Can't handle it.

Funds.

Know-how.

Hold them back; forcing restraint sans proper aid echoes America's domineering ways.

So.

Far beyond just ethics.

"I believe worldwide ocean cleanup won't happen overnight; the smartest path is the current gradual one."

"Start with landlocked areas."

"Move to seas."

"Begin domestically."

"Expand abroad."

"Advance bit by bit, firm and steady. Naturally, that's just my take; global progress is out of my hands." Zheng Lin shrugged nearby.

The state of affairs worldwide.

Isn't his to steer.

But.

Huaxia's transformations stand out plainly, fueled by hefty investments from central and local levels, yielding huge shifts in domestic waters.

Yellow River.

Turns clearer.

Yangtze River.

Becomes see-through.

All sorts of waterways, large or small, now fall under national and local cleanup schemes, especially since atmospheric issues are largely tamed.

Aquatic purity.

Emerges as Environmental Protection's key focus.

All aspects.

Getting better.