Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2386 - 2226: World Cooperation Summit
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
India.
Right at this instant.
The revelation of four hundred billion USD stunned the masses; initially, the sum seemed abstract, yet once they learned it represented nearly a third of India's yearly GDP, shock rippled through.
They longed to pack up and move there immediately.
Regret!
Had they only foreseen it.
Five or six years back, they would've scrambled by any means to secure residency in Myanmar, though at that time, Myanmar remained destitute too. Only when awareness dawned did the nation dramatically reverse its fortunes.
Thriving.
Living large.
Each household in a spacious villa, meat on the table at every meal.
...
"Hmph!"
Upon catching the news, certain Indian states forced to issue tax rebates over the oasis donation matter clenched their jaws in fury, deeming them excessively wealthy.
Why not share a portion with us?
So tightfisted.
Greedy misers.
Regrettably.
All they managed were bitter curses under their breath, since Myanmar grew ever more unassailable, dominating resources and tech far beyond India's reach.
In general.
Were it merely industrial tech, even if potent, they'd at most turn to manual efforts, shun the rival's products, granting their own sectors a momentary reprieve.
Regardless.
Going without wouldn't prove lethal.
Yet.
One specific good.
Its absence spells doom, especially since they can't manufacture it independently—that spells real peril.
Boycott?
As though fearing their stance too secure; oasis aside, transcription fluid and Myanmar-exclusive meds impact countless lives.
Utterly commanding.
Naturally.
Myanmar isn't acting superior; this edge means a superior stance. Weighing pros and cons, the verdict stands: avoid riling this nation.
Irk them.
Their retorts would inflict severe migraines.
"..."
Infuriating!
Goodness.
Who on earth will tackle this beast!!! Four hundred billion USD amounts to immense riches; this year's haul so vast, next year's likely matching.
Argh!
...
Japan.
A top-tier lab.
"Any progress?" A suited middle-aged fellow queried the researcher in white, posing this query formed his everyday ritual.
As anticipated.
Another head shake came as reply.
"Sigh!"
"Keep pushing." The man exhaled deeply; once he'd lash out calling them worthless fools, but after three fruitless years worldwide.
Evidently.
No issue with expertise.
Fortune.
They pinned the transcription fluid's triumph solely on chance. Barely underway, and spotting the four hundred billion USD deal ignited jealousy in their gazes.
True enough.
Japan ranks as the globe's second-biggest economy.
Still.
Four hundred billion USD nears one-tenth of prior year's GDP. Should transcription fluid belong to them, then... prospects appear dim regardless.
For starters.
America would surely claim it.
Refuse handover?
Expect seizure.
Moreover.
Should America acquire it, that's the consortium's gain, and consortium control means broad Western access, leaving Japan to scavenge scraps.
"..."
Contemplating thus.
Zeal for decoding transcription fluid plummeted at once. Failure to crack breeds despair, success brings equal woe; what twisted fate is this!
Foolish.
We're truly stuck!
...
Chaos engulfed the world outside.
Xin’an City.
Su Yu’s residence.
Kan Qin shared tea grown via modulation solution with him; its aroma filled the air, each swallow pure delight, and the pair counted as longtime pals.
Back then.
During Su Yu's leadership stint, Kan Qin served not as deputy but in foreign affairs, hashing out deals multiple times at Su Yu’s spot.
Quite well-acquainted.
Eventually.
He climbed the ranks steadily.
Presently.
Collaborating side by side now, nostalgia washed over both. Rank-wise, equals as Ling’s trusted aides, though Su Yu held a tad more favor.
That said.
At power's zenith, no further climbs possible, so trusted or otherwise mattered little; perks remained steadfast.
The sole variance.
Lay in Su Yu's vast fortune versus Kan Qin's modest means. Yet he cared not, a worry-free existence spanned his years, villa awaiting even in retirement.
Scarce chances to spend.
Hence.
Why hoard excess wealth?
Pass to offspring?
Nah.
Provided no laziness, descendants here thrive comfortably, particularly with his son in civil service, performing admirably.
Diligence assured.
A secure life forevermore.
Wealth!
Kan Qin long lost any fixation on it; naturally, his modesty wasn't poverty—post-Ling's ascent, pay hikes transformed their earnings.
Salaries.
Allowances.
Bonuses.
Seasonal perks.
...
Totalling it, Kan Qin pocketed at least 1.2 million RMB yearly, expenses minimal, millions idle in his account.
Against Su Yu’s billions in assets.
Slightly shy.
Yet ample.
...
Seven days on.
All upfront funds arrived, surpassing 11 trillion Asia Dollars overall; oasis and modulation solution offered ongoing supply, the first spanning three-year remediation.
The second arriving in monthly batches over nine months.
Thus.
Securing one-third upfront felt standard. Overlook not, though: prior year's and two-years-back oasis dues would funnel into this year's totals too.
Consequently.
By March.
Real earnings topped 2 trillion Asia Dollars.
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Inbido.
This day.
Bustled with unusual fervor, marking one year since the World Harmony Organization's inception; its second summit convened once more in Inbido.
Crowds galore!
Prior year.
Plenty wavered, botched the chance, skipped joining; witnessing afterward the lavish benefits for World Harmony Organization affiliates, envy burned fierce.
Alas.
Entry bids deferred to next cycle.
So.
This year, droves of nations arrived, Africa foremost in desperation, eyeing peers borrow vast sums while they spectated idly.
How endure such?
Join.
Must join!
Delay further.
What if barriers heighten? Thus all signed up, and reality eased tensions somewhat—Myanmar officially hiked the membership bar.
"Whew!"
A glance.
Those who'd signaled intent last year sighed in relief. Standard alliances tackle tariffs and such internally.
Frankly.
Tangible economic aid proves real.
Present.
Yet uncommon.
The World Harmony Organization stands apart, delivering genuine huge loans—tens, hundreds of billions in actual cash—not a one-off.
Yearly renewals.
One term.
Affluent!
Impossible to ignore.
...
Morning hours.
Along the central avenue.
Sirens wailing.
Escort cars cleared paths, drawing gazes from locals and visitors alike.
"What's the occasion?"
Certain travelers inquired curiously; outsiders rarely track domestic updates, even via home media, coverage fixated mostly on the 3 trillion deals.
Nevertheless.
A few grasped deeper details.
"The World Harmony Organization summit is in session."
"???"
Confusion lingered on their faces.
"Myanmar spearheads the World Harmony Organization, a nation alliance focused on mutual aid and teamwork; think of it as global poverty relief."
"Oh!"
Such clarity clicked.
"Just needy nations?"
"Nope."
"Wealthy participants too, like Huaxia, though merely an observer in the World Harmony Organization, and even some European states joined this time."
"..."