Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2361 - 2201: If You Want to Eat the Fruits I Grow, You’d Better Have Good Teeth

In reply.

Tang Qing gladly accepted the invitation.

This trip.

One key aim was to grow the Hummingbird Network further. Reaching thirty-nine countries wasn't the limit; Tang Qing aimed to cover around eighty nations in total.

And beyond that.

Well, that's out of the question!

After all.

Nations differ greatly in scale, and while over two hundred exist worldwide, after ignoring tiny ones or the European and American zones dominated by ERV.

Only a limited number remain.

Eighty.

That's not the target for this year but for the coming years. Rushing ahead too fast isn't wise; Hummingbird operates as a commercial storage firm, forming a select circle.

Thus.

Choosing carefully.

Becomes essential. Including those who don't fit would drag down the 'quality' of the group. For equal exchanges over tea and talks, this base is vital.

...

Nightfall.

The forum's welcome feast.

As always.

Tang Qing mingled with top officials from different nations and plenty of business magnates. The fame he'd built from past events turned 'familiar faces' into a common sight everywhere.

With one look.

He could recall each person's name.

Hence.

Goodwill surged once more, leaving folks amazed at this talent they craved, yet their minds just wouldn't keep up.

No way to pick it up.

By rote?

The mind would strike back!

"Last year, this young fellow sure knew how to shake things up."

"Yeah, yeah!"

"His smarts are clearly top-notch, especially his passion for science. I reckon, in another twenty years, he could pull off even bigger wonders."

"Like what?"

"Rising to Einstein's level in the science world."

"..."

"It's totally feasible!"

Gifts.

Wealth.

Tang Qing has both in spades; even without groundbreaking feats like those of great scientists, he could still leave a mark on global science history.

Yet.

In practical fields.

Stack it high!

Tang Qing could build a solid fame through sheer volume, much like the current 'Tianpeng,' whose versatile and robust features stick firmly in minds.

"I heard he's going after six master's degrees—can't fathom how his head manages that. He's sharp as a tack, especially at piling up cash, which makes me feel downright dim."

"Haha, me too!"

"..."

Tang Qing's presence spread everywhere, naturally turning any chat about him into a buzzing hotspot among the crowd; just grabbing one topic reveals its popularity.

Studies.

Enterprises.

He's blazed trails that normal folks find nearly impossible, not just tough but groundbreaking; six master's, and who knows, maybe six PhDs down the line.

Tsk tsk!

Truly exceptional!

No one suspected Tang Qing's six degrees were fake. Setting aside everything else, his recall alone left hordes feeling outmatched.

Strong recall.

Cramming texts.

Tests.

Tough?

Throw in some interest.

And without needing a diploma for a job or status, nobody questioned the value of Tang Qing's credentials; in truth, the degree barely scratches his skills!

For starters.

Planes.

Diving craft.

Plus loads of Tang Qing's inventions, what they reveal goes way beyond what his education implies; pondering it, against the youth back home.

Sigh!

That potential... such a squander!

...

"Boss Tang, thanks for those planes." The Australian leader approached with a bright smile, giving a hearty welcome; the aircraft had proven invaluable.

Right now.

Europe shivers in icy cold.

While Australia basks in summer heat, wildfires rage on, but owing to Tang Qing's planes, in firefighting or saving lives.

They've shone brightly.

At minimum.

His popularity got a boost, filling him with quiet joy.

"Glad they're helping."

"This year, we're eyeing some purchases, and I hope Boss Tang can cut us a deal." Inside, they'd mostly agreed—proceed with buying.

Or else.

The public would roast them.

No sweat.

Since it's not personal funds; it's national budget.

"Sure thing."

A flicker of oddity crossed Tang Qing's gaze— a deal? In your dreams? Holding the line at one hundred million RMB apiece wouldn't honor our engineering.

Starting bid: one hundred twenty million.

With a rebate.

One hundred million.

That ought to ease Australia's wallet a bit.

...

Amid the throng.

Besides Tang Qing, another figure drew warm welcomes: Kan Qin, attending for the fifth round; his initial two visits fell in Lang Cai's time.

Frankly.

It stung!

Folks ignored him, staring strangely; for a nation of fifty million souls and yearly GDP hovering near two hundred billion USD, attention was scarce.

These days.

Everything's flipped.

Eyes full of keen interest surrounded him, swelling Kan Qin's pride, particularly after last year's trillion-dollar GDP surge, boosting his assurance.

Look!

Wonders happen this way.

In the mix.

Tons of politicians from borrower nations clustered near, partly for old ties, partly chasing this year's funding, though the initiative stemmed from the Myanmar Development Research Center.

Still.

Kan Qin held signing power.

So.

They hailed Kan Qin like a savior, tossing smiles at this deputy head of a lender dishing out billions—what's a grin or two!

One drink.

Another.

Kan Qin sipped fruit wine, soaking in the vibe; Ling had stayed back in Myanmar, a choice Kan Qin backed, avoiding the spotlight's rivalry.

But way too many foes.

Factions.

Persons.

Countries.

Over these years.

Plots against Ling cropped up repeatedly, so Ling couldn't face risks; hunkering in Myanmar is clearly securest, while for dicey spots, Kan Qin steps up.

Should trouble strike.

It wouldn't rock Myanmar's strong standing now; but Ling in peril? Kan Qin shudders at the fallout.

He just knows.

It'd spell catastrophe.

Thus.

He truly wants Ling shielded; strangers don't grasp it, but he recalls that Washington scare last time, barely escaping.

Reflecting.

Still chills him!

Ling.

Must stay safe!

...

Following day.

Dawn.

Like before.

Under the forum's banner, speakers from all sides shared in turn. This year's focus: "Changing the World: Rethinking, Redesigning, Rebuilding."

Hmm!

The subject remains grand as ever.

Yet.

Much like prior years, expecting the forum to fix real issues is fanciful; it's mainly a platform for airing opinions.

Action's up to each.

From his seat.

Tang Qing paid quiet heed; truthfully, most talks were too vague, and to one with his ocean of knowledge, several came off as mere chatter.

Fortunate.

Treat it as light entertainment.

Naturally.

Plenty of real pros weighed in, claiming global economic rebound could take ten or twenty years.

The globe.

Craves fresh drivers for growth.

Key among them.

Spotlight fell on Africa's potential, urging a Myanmar-style approach: ramp up investments there, and reap the sweet rewards later.

But.

Few truly tuned in; most figured others develop the turf, they harvest the yield. Tang Qing shrugged it off; craving our ripened crop.

You'd better bring sharp chompers.