Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2365 - 2205: India’s Relentless Struggles
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Right at that instant.
The onlookers drew in sharp breaths as the verdict rang out.
"What?"
"Is it really a man-made island?"
"You certain about this?"
"..."
Shouts erupted from the group as they clustered closer. A naturally formed island carries one implication, but an artificial one screams of the faction's overwhelming might.
Far grander than anyone had pictured!
Considering everything.
Reclaiming land from the sea.
Building new territory.
Even out in the Pacific's empty waters, pulling that off demands huge effort. Beyond the massive expenses, it takes real guts to even try.
Likely.
Only top-tier powers or nations could pull it off.
Ah!
That makes sense.
After clashing with so many groups, they'd better have some serious tricks up their sleeve. "Exactly; this is a man-made island—no bedrock down below."
"Just piles of debris."
"And more."
"It's stone blended with mineral waste, so while extracting those ore deposits, they hauled up tons of leftovers. No doubt about it, this is artificial."
The expert wrapped up the thorough check.
In a flash.
Turmoil stirred once more.
Minerals.
Man-made.
How wild!
"Enough with the overthinking already? As long as we've got a spot to settle, that's what counts. Let's get those shelters up fast; rain would make things miserable otherwise."
"Plus."
"Cultivate."
"Map out the farming zones."
"..."
Prompted by a few voices, the whole bunch jumped into motion right away. Artificial or natural island? Doesn't faze them—artificial sounds even better.
Since.
Room to grow.
Who knows, the land might stretch out bigger before long. With that in mind, excitement bubbled up, and they dove into their assigned tasks with fresh energy.
Thrilled!
...
In Switzerland.
At the villa.
Watching the island's progress unfold smoothly, Tang Qing grinned widely. Folks who've faced the world's harshest edges now crave nothing but steady days.
Not bad at all!
If not.
Keeping things in line would turn tricky. The current setup rocks—self-run, teaming up, splitting duties—and even if some slack off, no big deal.
They can handle it!
Sustenance.
He's got plenty.
That early Grain Industry Alliance Scheme, though still evolving, has roots worldwide, overseeing huge swaths of farmland run by the warriors.
Raising livestock.
Growing crops.
Every key sector's covered, and any surplus could feed multitudes. The needs of this crowd? Barely a blip.
...
Over the next few days, the conference rolled on.
Talks.
Feasts.
Tang Qing picked and chose his spots, not here for hardship, and no bandwidth for endless schmoozing. The funniest bit? The Greek leader cornering Kan Qin.
What's the deal?
Pushing government bonds.
Spotting that.
Kan Qin's expression stiffened; why chase Greek bonds? Usually, nations snag these to park extra forex holdings.
But.
Myanmar's short on loose cash. Their forex stash mostly fuels global deals, not bond buys.
So.
Firm no.
Pass.
No point looping in Ling.
Finally.
The leader backed off, looking used to it; truth is, beyond Myanmar, they've hit up tons of places, all turning them down flat.
Yet.
Facing reporters, he boldly declared: I never tried that.
Suddenly.
It cracked up the crowd. Greeks caught wind and fumed, hell! We're sinking this low, and you're stonewalling, not even pitching loans straight.
What's with the idiocy?
Rebellion.
To them.
The leader.
ought to secure their gains, regardless of the money's source. But now, you're blocking the cash flow.
Unacceptable!
March.
Protests.
Chants.
The furious leader trashed stuff in private, blasting the ungrateful lot. You have any clue the lengths I went to behind scenes, only for nation after nation to slam the door?
Damn.
Expect me to spill it all out loud?
Tell 'em what?
Nobody's lending a dime.
Crap!
It's not just an ego hit; it tarnishes Greece's name. For the greater good, he swallows the pill—what's the point of all that hustle?
Infuriating!
On top of that.
He only grabbed the reins last October; cut some slack, will ya? Hell, you blew through over three hundred billion Euros—that gaping hole.
Filling it on a whim?
If you push harder... I'll bail, and you sort your vote.
...
On the 31st.
Nightfall.
Tang Qing's flight lifted off for home; the trip's goals nailed—teaming with Hummingbird, nurturing ties, and backing the heavy hitters' summons.
No way around it.
Top-notch.
That's the hustle!
Up in the air.
Sketching away, hours zipped past, soon a notification popped up. Scanning it, he chuckled; India's masters at drama.
...
In India.
The capital.
Within a swanky office tower, serving as the liaison for Myanmar Environmental Technology Company, it needed class, but being short-term, they rented space.
"Boss, reports from the field sites are rough. Our Oasis formula gets slapped with steep tolls crossing state lines."
"Worse yet."
"The fuel and water for the spray trucks are jacked up locally too, plus hostile moves hampering the ground crews."
"..."
"How do we handle this?"
The aide stepped in, briefing him.
Hearing it.
The boss knit his forehead.
This country.
He'd gotten the hang of it—no central tax system, so shipments between states act like border hops, fees at every turn.
Sure.
Owe taxes? Fork 'em over.
But.
These regions figure we're soft targets, hitting Oasis loads with hefty fees on entry, and now hiking them higher.
Boiling mad.
Dammit.
We're fixing your dusty wastelands, but resistance everywhere. Easy to see why—states have been causing chaos before.
They went so far as.
To demand straight cash, pressuring Myanmar Environmental Technology Company to turn all India-bound desert aid funds into raw money for states to divvy up solo.
Back then.
It enraged global backers.
Stuck.
Come March.
Ou Wei Foundation sent the cash to Myanmar Bank Group, yet squabbles dragged to October; who'd stay cool?
Thus.
They laid it out blunt.
Keep bickering.
And no future gifts, plus nix any fund tweaks—cash grabs are fantasy, forcing India to hustle approvals faster.
By November.
Kicking off.
Paperwork grind.
December.
Operations launch.
Things started smooth, but likely sore over missing the payout, states turned sneaky, zeroing in on Myanmar Environmental Technology Company's efforts.
"Bang!"
The boss pounded the desk.
"Jerks."
"These folks are beyond saving."
"Wait up."
"I'll ring the main office." With that, he dialed HQ; he couldn't call shots on expense jumps, and the line picked up swift.
Update.
After hearing.
HQ fired back decisively.
"Halt every project in India."
"Got it."
The boss replied sharp.
No second thoughts—HQ's call was law, and fallout? Not his headache. They'd always nailed it before.