Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2350 - 2190: The World Is Just That Cruel!

Inside the living room.

After hearing those words.

Gitti, fully ready for this, displayed a mysterious grin on her features. She gazed at the elderly man briefly before responding in a measured tone, "Cooperation? What sort of cooperation exactly?"

"Private."

"Mutually beneficial."

"Fair."

The elder grinned, uttered those three terms, and went on:

"I've been stunned by what I've learned about you. And your clash with Old Ford? I'm aware of that as well. This gives us solid ground for working together."

"Moreover."

"I possess real power."

"Right now."

"Myanmar's stirring up chaos across the globe, angering far too many. You know our stance. We won't allow it to remain calm for much longer."

"Yet."

"Because you're tied to this issue, the situation shifts dramatically. On Myanmar's matters, we won't provide open support in Europe or America."

"Still."

"We can block certain moves aimed this way."

Such statements.

Carried both a warning and guidance.

Once finished.

The elder turned his eyes to Gitti.

"What's your view on this?"

At those words.

Gitti's slender lips curved into a smile as she replied with an eerie edge, "These terms are quite appealing. So, what exactly do you seek? Don't even think of bringing up Transcription Fluid or similar items."

"That would make things awkward for all involved. You'd be wise not to suggest it, and I'll skip the rejection."

"Haha!"

"Naturally not."

The elder let out a laugh.

Naive!

Demanding Transcription Fluid tech on their first encounter. He's aged but sharp; that fluid is like vital essence around here—no parent would share it.

Much less him!

Though intrigued.

Still.

He understood the need for patience.

"For now."

"We require nothing material, merely your word. If I desire something, shouldn't I demonstrate some goodwill first, don't you agree?"

These remarks.

Rang straightforward, brimming with 'genuineness.'

Yet.

Gitti wasn't naive; these cunning veterans are never straightforward. She fretted less over schemes and more over the group's potential slip-ups.

After all.

The foes were powerful syndicates, several in number.

"Fine then."

"I trust your words hold true."

Rising to her feet.

Gitti departed without delay. She hadn't come for chit-chat; excess words might expose weaknesses. The elder saw no issue, figuring her status demanded brevity in visits.

Once she was gone.

Back in the living room.

The elder sported a pleased expression. His dual goals in arriving were clear: heal his father first, and draw out Gitti second.

Clearly.

Success on both fronts.

True enough.

As for trailing her to uncover her residence, that idea never crossed his mind. This territory belonged to them, built through painstaking alliances.

He couldn't risk shattering those ties.

...

Meanwhile.

Inside the vehicle.

Gitti peered curiously through the glass, isolated for ages, nearly forgetting time's flow. It hadn't stretched that far—just over a year and a few extra weeks.

But.

Global shifts had been profound.

- The Organization.

- The Modulation Solution.

- The Water purifier.

- Roy City.

- The new New District.

.....

Myanmar's transformations alone dazzled the eye; she hadn't foreseen it forming partnerships, nor the Asia Dollar's sudden rise.

Whipping up tempests everywhere. Small wonder the group freed her to ease tensions with the syndicates—they were truly provoking storms.

Should this persist.

Perilous.

Luckily.

The group played smart, framing her as the 'shadowy force,' sparking divisions within Euro-American syndicates, now in growth mode.

Alarming.

Frightening.

Who orchestrated this masterful scheme? She had no clue, knowing only her role as a mere game piece, a simple pawn.

Tossed by fate!

This realm eluded her grasp now.

Two hours passed.

They brought her to a sprawling estate, tucked in seclusion, surrounded by serene surroundings. To her irritation, her task involved tending flowers there.

Rather than idling in luxury.

"…"

The world.

How harsh it is!

One instant.

Soaring high.

The next.

Crashed down low.

Fine!

After a year in confinement, flower tending felt tolerable. She couldn't roam freely, shop, or journey.

Tending blooms wasn't awful. Why crave more? Thus, she swapped her elegant attire for simple clothes and grabbed a hoe.

Heading to the plot.

Ample empty spaces dotted the area—no real need to assign her this.

Yet.

With over a year's planting under her belt, eyeing the weed-choked wilds stirred her urge to clear and sow veggies and fruits, fitting right in.

Just like that.

Whistling softly.

Humming along.

Gitti embraced her toilsome routine. Surfing the web or gaming? No appeal—the deep currents of world events hid beyond screens.

All surface-level. The fresh intel she'd gained had shattered her outlook. Family squabbles, local conflicts, distant shortages—irrelevant to her.

With spare moments.

Better spent sprucing up the nearby grounds.

...

Shanghai Stock Market.

Tang Qing observed the unfolding drama. This encounter had been schemed far ahead. When first casting Gitti as the backstage manipulator, intent was there.

But.

Earlier, sans fifth-level access, the scheme relied on calls or footage. Little Two's synthesis skills could fool with lifelike clips.

Today.

Under system limits.

Evidently.

A live figure sways more than recordings, so they let Gitti loose to sustain the ruse. Deeper the confusion, richer the gains.

...

Right then.

Euro-American drug behemoths, catching wind of updates, fell quiet. They grudgingly held back, nursing resentment:

Humph!

Eventually, you'll irk the wrong folks. When that hits, watch your bravado crumble; facing sheer might, resistance is futile.

For the moment.

They clung to hopes that syndicate discord was fleeting. United, a minor Myanmar drug outfit could vanish with a flick.

Come that day.

Vengeance would follow.

...

Still.

Though syndicates hushed, ripples lingered. Demonstrations raged in select Euro-American urban streets, railing against this drug nonstop.

Warn of dangers.

No option.

Their roles guarded the helpless, backed by insurance and state aid aplenty. If folks no longer required aid.

Jobs would vanish.

Yet.

Regardless of their outcries.

They couldn't sway the grand design.

- The authorities.

- The giants.

- The consortium.

Without backing from these three, such noise was mere twittering, heard and dismissed, failing to dent major currents.

The media.

The public.

Neither backed these efforts, akin to surgeons decrying medical pods before. Folks spied no compassion in the field.

Only greed.

In the end.

It all turned to farce.

...

Now.

Down under in Australia.

Amid blistering heat and raging blazes, the test Aircraft, following almost a week's journey, touched down in Australia, anchoring at a modest airstrip northwest of Sydney.

That very day.

The President himself showed up for the greeting, drawing eyes, before departing with a grimace—each trip demanded hefty fees.