Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2377 - 2217: Return Journey

Time passes swiftly.

The tenth day arrives.

As the New Year's festive vibe slowly dies down, countless individuals have headed back to their jobs, and the bulk of schools are due to reopen soon.

Spring Festival travel surge.

The wave of returns hits full force.

Right now.

Tang Qing's staff members are thrilled, thanks to the yearly vacation policy, allowing the final batch to linger at home right up until after the Lantern Festival.

Feels amazing!

"This marks the first time in my career that I get to enjoy the Lantern Festival back home!"

"Sigh!"

"This is the good life! All I can say is: Thanks a ton, Boss Tang!"

"Boss Tang forever!"

"..."

In years gone by.

No.

Prior to joining Tang Qing's firm, didn't they always scramble to the office on the fifth or sixth day of the New Year, struggling to snag tickets?

New Year celebrations felt like battling a war.

These days.

They get to push it back to the tenth day straight, or even past the Lantern Festival. When stacked against other workplaces, the warmth of this setup boils down to one word.

Awesome!

Witnessing this.

Jealousy spreads across the web, naturally. Every time they stack up against Tang Qing's perks, folks start thinking their own gigs are phony, their existences fake.

No.

Side by side, what they endure barely qualifies as living—more like mere scraping by.

Stings deep!

...

Yunnan Province.

A bus sits at the village gateway, drawing a crowd of folks, grown-ups and kids alike. Relatives have gathered to bid farewell to those heading out for distant labor.

Next reunion.

Won't come for at least six months.

"Brother Huo!"

Just then.

A fellow lugging his bags dashes over from a narrow lane, his fresh bride trailing behind. He'd pocketed cash the year before and tied the knot upon his return this time.

Of course.

Nothing rushed about it—they'd been seeing each other for some time.

Today.

It's merely the next step forward. Sadly, his spouse can't tag along to the job site.

"Hop on!" Brother Huo called out.

"Alright."

The guy stashed his gear in the hold and climbed aboard in a rush. The Brother Huo in question had rallied a bunch of village youths to Tang Kai's Construction Company the previous year.

Last year, leading his local crew in erecting Roy City in India, Brother Huo brimmed with pride. Over the last half-year, their pace stayed ahead of the curve.

As a result.

The firm wrapped up the year with an extended break.

For each worker.

Twenty full days.

They made it home for the holidays with travel expenses footed by the employer, plus hefty year-end rewards from twenty to forty thousand yuan. Generosity like that was rare.

Up until then.

The folks he'd recruited mostly dwelled in rundown homes.

But now.

Within just twelve months.

Every one raked in over a hundred thousand yuan at minimum, topped with bonuses and old nest eggs, all eyeing fresh builds—which left Brother Huo deeply satisfied.

At the very least.

He hadn't let down the villagers he'd guided.

Before long.

The whole group settled in.

Last round, as non-staff yet, the bus had idled in the county seat for them. This go-around proved warmer; it rolled right up to the village edge.

"Driver, hit the road!"

With that.

The vehicle rolled toward the frontier; the path mirrored last year's: bus into Myanmar, rail north to Langyu County, then onward to India.

Six months more.

The fresh Roy City was starting to emerge, underground sections mostly wrapped, surface builds surging ahead given the modest heights.

Hence.

Come late September.

New Roy City would stand ready. This thought fired up Brother Huo. Crafting a whole city in barely over a year—that velocity was downright jaw-dropping.

Normally.

It demands at least two years.

Still.

Thanks to prefab standards, modular setups, round-the-clock shifts, and tight daily timelines, it all clicked into place.

Plenty of cash.

Solid workforce.

Tight oversight.

The build.

Raced forward at speeds beyond belief. Brother Huo held zero doubts about hitting deadlines, despite the firm handing out lengthy vacations to loads of hands.

Yet no setbacks occurred.

Plus.

There was that benchmark: India. Now, big Indian investors had jumped in, pulling their local builders along.

So.

Their crisp output left him chuckling; it almost shamed the others. Same load, but with twice the crew, Indian teams lagged behind.

On top of that.

Fix-ups plagued them.

Reflecting on it.

Brother Huo grinned to himself, slowly grasping that without outside push, India solo might hover in limbo till century's close.

Land barons.

Learning systems.

Medical care.

Work pace.

Land rules.

...

Every bit chained this nation down, and across the board, Huaxia outshone India by miles. Together, it carved an unbridgeable gap.

Musing thus.

Suddenly.

A surge of national pride swelled in Brother Huo; Huaxia topped them all. Even Myanmar fell short, sure it had cash flowing now, but that was the limit.

Innovation.

Tech gaps galore.

Forces.

Scant numbers.

Markets.

One-legged reliance.

Thus.

No matter Myanmar's riches.

It'd never rise to powerhouse status. Fine! A tiny shot maybe, since they're basically dining on foreign dough!

...

Beijing.

Airport.

"Sis, see you later."

"Hit the books hard." Bai Qing urged her sibling.

"Understood."

The young woman replied with a touch of resignation.

Study hard.

Study hard.

She'd caught that earful since childhood, leaving her a tad weary. She'd figured relief post-graduation, yet watching her sister, the mantra shifted to: hustle at work. Same old grind.

Wedlock.

Home life.

Little ones.

...

Fair enough!

Existence loops through these inescapable tags. After waving off their folks, Bai Qing and Chu Sheng cleared security, geared up for the flight to Algeria.

Break's done.

The duo, fresh off their marriage papers, skipped a grand bash for time's sake, settling for small gatherings with kin and pals over simple dinners.

Straightforward.

Modest.

Bare-bones.

Chu Sheng vowed a proper ceremony down the line, though Bai Qing shrugged it off. Opting to chase a career in Africa without pause for love—what did that reveal of her?

Bold.

Open-hearted and bold.

Trailblazing.

The two brimmed with hopes for the coming year, eyeing a baby next twelvemonth or the one after, zero fear of company backlash on family matters.

On this front.

Tang Qing's outfit nailed it; deals lacked clauses banning kids, even welcoming hires planning families from day one.

They embraced it.

Better yet.

Post-maternity, spots stayed open. Entering Tang Qing's ranks signaled top-tier skills after vetting.

Prime assets.

Why cut them loose?

So.

Their baby blueprint brought zero stress to the pair—no approvals or timings needed; whenever they chose, it happened.

...

Twelve hours on.

Algiers.

Airport.

The couple hopped straight onto the firm's jet, bound direct for Tamanrasset City. Though the local strip handled clearance, that craft couldn't reach it.

"Word is, the rail line opens by year's close." Bai Qing recalled Algeria's loan from Myanmar Bank to push tracks south to Tamanrasset City.

Even.

A spur would snake right into the North African industrial zone for hauling steel goods.

And presently.

Nearly a year in.

Handled by Huaxia builders.

Plus.

A good chunk of tracks came from the North African park itself. Chu Sheng nodded at that, "Should be running by October this year."

Huaxia's rapid stride.

Aside from that.

Landscape perks: unlike carving tunnels or spans in hills, the vast, level Gobi sped things up hugely.

Steering clear of deep dunes, they pressed on reliably.

Furthermore.

Rainfall stays scarce yearly, dodging cave-in woes, and bases could sit shallower than in wet zones, easing the effort.

Without such breaks.

No velocity, however fierce, could match this clip.