Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2344 - 2184: On the Way

Twilight.

Sanya.

In this exclusive villa enclave, it's uncommon for every owner to assemble. They're all crowding into Tang Qing's home, indulging in a lavish seafood feast.

Indeed!

The star of the show remains that delectable crab, savory beyond words and stirring fond recollections. In the past, their initial encounter with it left them utterly stuffed after merely one.

Memories abound.

Yet.

Unlike earlier days, devouring it now lacks those intense 'aftershocks,' like the overwhelming spiritual urge sparked by its mere aroma.

Today.

It's purely mouthwatering.

"Scrumptious!"

"Incredible!"

"Flavorful!"

"..."

As they savored it with gusto, the group showered compliments, knowing only Tang Qing's cuisine allowed such uninhibited feasting, brimming them with joy.

Regrettably.

Exclusively Tang Qing possesses it, and it's off the market. Still, realizing they're the sole beneficiaries turns the exclusivity into a thrilling privilege.

Stuffed.

Content.

Up on the terrace.

The group lounged under the moon's glow, letting their meal settle.

In their seats.

"Yet another year slips away!" Chai Ren exclaimed with a heavy sigh.

Just ten days from now.

2010 arrives, marking over five years of friendship with Tang Qing. Among his circle, Chai Ren holds him in the deepest genuine regard.

Three occasions.

Tang Qing saved his life three times.

The initial rescue.

Came during a U.S. business excursion, where he narrowly escaped abduction.

The next.

Occurred in Africa, where he actually got kidnapped; his father reached out to Tang Qing, who swiftly rallied his allies, descending like heavenly saviors.

At that moment.

More than one hundred fifty assailants... not a single one lived.

The latest.

Happened in Congo Gold, where corrupt local 'police' held him. En route, a squad ambushed and freed him; he later discovered the foes aimed to kill him.

The deeper he reflects.

The more chilling it becomes.

Thrice.

He brushed death's door three times, each time yanked back by Tang Qing. This debt remains unpaid by the Chai Family, as Tang Qing wants for nothing.

Wealth.

Boundlessly plentiful.

Besides.

They often gain advantages through him: Comet Group, African United Mining Group, Congo Gold Power Grid Corporation, and lately, alloy steel ventures.

A never-ending stream.

Influence.

Tang Qing avoids politics, but luckily, his uncle steps in. Family whispers suggest a transfer next year.

To where?

Undecided.

Qin Yugang picks his path.

- Staying in-province.

- Shifting provinces.

- Central ministries.

For the Chai Family, it's trivial.

Essentially.

At minimum, a half-step promotion awaits, or why relocate? Qin Yugang's skills and records make it straightforward.

Backed by the Tang Family.

Ahead.

Qin Yugang's prospects soar endlessly; even Chai Ren caught wind of Beijing clans eyeing him.

The cause?

His two daughters.

Strategic unions.

At this echelon, such ties aren't taboo, akin to a dashing suitor wooing a stunning maiden—no blame for ambition.

Still.

It hinges on Tang Qing's view.

The Tang lineage.

Tang Qing calls the shots, so even Chai and Zheng Families hesitate to broach it, fearing his annoyance.

Admittedly.

Both clans boast exceptional heirs; the notion of elite houses breeding fools is pure delusion.

Scholarship.

Manners.

Temperament.

These aren't forged in idleness.

Nevertheless.

These scions from great houses excel admirably, yet lack that spark. They're elite across the board, but with Tang Qing as kin, mere proficiency falls short.

"Young Master Chai, too much sighing hastens wrinkles." Zhai Zhihua teased nearby.

At those words.

Chai Ren shot him a glare.

"As if you're any younger."

"..."

In truth.

He's spot on.

Those days.

When they first met Tang Qing, they hovered at twenty-six or twenty-seven, but now everyone exceeds thirty, with kids already romping in the yards.

...

December twenty-second.

Monday.

Dawn.

Australia voiced interest in acquiring Tianpeng flying vehicles to combat raging wildfires. As the Northern Hemisphere chills into winter, their summer peaks.

Amid scorching temps.

Downpours occur.

But timber still parches. Thus, it's no surprise that wildfires erupt seasonally. True to form, flames devour now.

Expansive zones.

Massive blaze.

The inferno roars, having scorched for two full days.

Therefore.

Domestic calls for buys surged. With no rivals in the field, escalating fires render trucks and planes mostly showpieces.

Practically ineffective.

Upon review.

Australian blazes appear... beyond full human control. Pondering this, locals in Australia might smirk, wondering aloud:

What efforts have we wasted?

...

Regarding this.

"Undergoing trials, unavailable for purchase." Qingyuan Technology replied, as the facility belongs to them, so the tech matches seamlessly.

Observing that.

Australia dialed once more.

"No issue."

"In trials."

"Test them here in Australia; you lack big blazes to douse anyway..." The suggestion struck Qingyuan Technology as logical.

"However..."

"We'll provide incentives, firefighting charges, fuel expenses, sites, and shipping... All on us, funds transferable upfront." Australia's zeal shone through.

"Fine!"

"Okay."

"I'll check with the bosses." At first, it seemed like unpaid aid, which no one sane would accept. But with payments, it's another matter.

With that.

The call wrapped up.

Shortly after.

It went straight to Qingyuan Technology's head—Luo Qiang. Unable to settle it solo, he consulted Tang Qing immediately, receiving: Approval.

The reason?

Simply put.

It stemmed from his own guidance.

If not.

Suppose Australia acts so swiftly? Such haste? Unthinkable! Tang Qing mused with feeling; once ties form.

Resolving issues.

Becomes effortless as sipping tea.

Advancement?

Not required.

In pivotal times, influential voices guide outcomes—a Level-Five clearance, which Tang Qing termed—Gold Clearance.

...

Consequently.

Before the day closed, deals were sealed, Australia footing every bill, disbursing five hundred Australian Dollars per deployment.

Roughly two thousand Asian Dollars.

This sum.

Beyond fuel and crew, it offsets gear depreciation—not extravagant, yet they fronted five hundred thousand for transit.

Generosity abounds.

The following day.

Cargo vessel launched promptly.

Incidentally.

They hauled the submersible too, per schedule, wrapping tropical sea trials; onward to frigid zones, where sailing south from Australia hits Antarctic waters.

On this trip.

It charts the course!

...

Once the announcement dropped.

Australia buzzed with acclaim, hailing the move, though some jested, we skipped protests and you nailed it—feels off.

Hence.

Bantering remarks soared.

Witnessing this.

"..."

Australian officials went quiet, sensing they've mishandled affairs; we chase goals too, with fires so immense, raging...

Fumes drifting to Sydney.

And that.

Factored into their urgency; shrouded in haze, Sydney risks fury from the masses, so better to act boldly, dodging backlash.