Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2378 - 2218: Such Good Luck

Several hours passed.

"We've reached our destination."

Bai Qing let out a soft breath!

At those words.

Chu Sheng gradually stirred from his slumber. Even on the company's private jet, everything felt official, with the intercom reminding passengers to buckle up and halt bathroom visits.

At last.

The pilot wrapped up by saying, "Enjoy your trip!"

When it came to amenities.

It rivaled any regular flight. Before long, Chu Sheng spotted the massive industrial park ahead, neatly divided into four clear zones.

The desolate mining zone.

The bustling production zone.

The vivid blue storage zone.

The lush green residential zone.

A vast lake shimmered like a gem amid the sands. No need to head to the urban airfield; the plane touched down right at the park's own runway.

From above.

Chu Sheng easily made out two "lines" stretching beyond the park's borders.

A wide highway.

And a finished rail line, built in phases, turning this spot into a key hub for smoother future shipments by train.

Inside the park.

Huaxia's rail builders had set up a fabrication facility too, churning out rails and ties, transported via the lengthy train cars that arrived not long ago.

Delivering them straight to the work sites.

Hence.

Cutting down huge shipping expenses.

…

Not much later.

The jet began its descent.

Stepping off.

A shuttle carried them over to the residential section, straight to the house where they'd spent more than three weeks. Though the doors stayed shut, dust clearly coated everything.

Luckily.

Prior to heading back home.

They'd draped plastic sheets over the bed and couch.

So.

A quick wipe-down sufficed; in under twenty minutes, the place sparkled once more. Without wasting time, both dove into handling their check-ins.

Bai Qing made her way to the admin office.

"Sister Bai, welcome back."

"Yes."

"Sister Bai, congrats on everything."

"Thanks."

"…"

Her coworkers buzzed with warmth. They'd taken their breaks at different times—some showed up days earlier, while others pulled shifts over the Lunar New Year, swapping for later months.

And that.

Brought real perks.

If.

Bai Qing's yearly vacation plus spring break added up to fifteen days, then staff who shifted their post-festival holidays with annual leave might snag twenty or even twenty-five days off.

Snatching extra paid time.

Plus.

Remember, laboring through the Spring Festival pays triple; when you tally it, those who clocked in got extended breaks and fatter paychecks too.

Perfectly balanced.

Therefore.

No one grumbled.

This workplace brimmed mostly with folks from Huaxia, far from home in the arid wasteland, drawing them tighter together. Bai Qing nodded to her boss.

Then plopped down at her station.

Began.

Her tasks.

Fluent in English and French, with bits of other tongues for simple chats. As a fresh master's grad, she hadn't clocked much time at the firm.

Yet already led the young crew.

That's the reason.

She's so sure she'll outpace Chu Sheng's salary come next year.

Her role's in marketing.

Typically.

It means linking up and syncing efforts. After a solid year of hard study, she even handles everyday Arabic talks, marking her as top-tier talent.

Sensibly.

She could've started tomorrow.

But.

She's not one to nitpick.

The firm stays flexible.

As staff, it's best not to get too picky. Lots of outfits preach about dedication—no issue there—but they ought to offer solid "rewards" to keep folks motivated.

Without that.

It's just plain taking advantage.

…

Meanwhile.

Over at security headquarters.

Chu Sheng dropped by the boss's room to chat about his fresh duties. With the rail link still pending, he'll keep heading to Algiers regularly.

Though.

Far less often than previously.

After all.

Safety in Algeria holds steady, clocking in at roughly two visits monthly right now; once the tracks link up, he might skip trips entirely each month.

"Congrats, young fella—you're one lucky guy."

The boss chuckled.

Now retired.

But back on the job in Africa.

His private life got tangled, but amazingly, he landed a CCTV reporter ready to trail him across the continent for work—pure heavenly fortune.

Deeply jealous.

"Hehe!"

Chu Sheng just grinned sheepishly.

Existence.

Truly brims with infinite surprises. He used to doubt it, but now he's a believer; five years back, post-retirement, he wandered aimlessly about his future.

Eventually.

Via connections, he signed on with Zhongyu Special Guard.

Next.

He daringly took the Africa posting, nerves jangling as he hit Congo Gold and got his gear.

A rugged military truck.

An all-terrain ride.

Armaments.

Handed over, he figured his days would mean dancing on danger's blade.

Still.

He settled in bit by bit, seeing it wasn't so perilous, mainly scaring off local groups nearby. The outfit's approach favored teamwork over clashes.

So.

No fights broke out.

On the flip side.

Those groups pocketed cash, their worlds transformed, and they held the team in high regard. Each trip brought feasts and open arms.

All of it.

Far from his wild guesses.

…

Thirty minutes on.

Beating the clock back to work, Chu Sheng rolled up in a tough SUV to the Huaxia rail builder's outpost, where factories hummed with fresh concrete ties pouring out nonstop.

All sorts of track components whipped up fast too.

Clang, bang.

A hive of activity.

The builder's head, Chu Sheng recognized him—from the days Congo Gold funded rail fixes, posted close to the Central African site.

They crossed paths twice.

Afterward.

This guy shifted here, as the Congo Gold lines wrapped up quick, landing him in Algeria next, making him an old acquaintance.

"…"

"Fine, understood—I'll make sure they stay cautious."

"Sure."

"…"

With farewells exchanged.

The boss eyed the departing fleet and let out a sigh.

Before.

In Africa, ease tied to that old project, camped near the Central African hub, prime perk being speedy resupplies.

Ocean hauls drag forever.

From Huaxia across to Africa—load-up, then overland haul—a load of tracks wouldn't hit the site under a month, a real headache.

Back then.

They cast everything right on-site.

Bliss!

At the same time.

Looking after their own, they shopped park supplies too—eats or essentials, priced like back home, shelves packed full.

Awesome.

Those days.

The park flew under radars, but he spotted the huge overseas steel giant digging in roots.

Explosive expansion.

Skeptics abounded early on.

Yet.

The business boomed, kicking off with fittings and beams, then nabbing the power grid's tower deals from Congo Gold United.

Feeding almost ten nearby nations.

Orders flooded in.

Thriving chaos.

The steel mill's next stage fired up soon after, loans poured from the city, and eyeing the North Africa site, production still fell a tad short.

"Sigh!"

Staring at the close-by park.

Back in the homeland.

Folks fixate on the dazzle of Tang Qing's big public companies, overlooking muscle in quieter areas.

Ah well.

Can't blame them.

Tang Qing crushes it across the board, glowing fierce. Setting up shop here thrilled the boss, dodging all daily gripes.

Eat what you crave.

Quaff what you want.

Grab what you need.

The local market stocks it all, the mess hall dishes up hearty Huaxia fare at fair rates—leagues beyond old outposts, lonely without family; this spot's a dream.