Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2388 - 2228: 10 Years of Forbes

27th.

Afternoon.

Nations began to leave one by one. The majority felt content with what they gained from this journey, though a handful departed without anything, just going through the motions.

Frustrated.

Disappointed.

Except for the one facing a cut in its quota, five nations seeking membership were turned down. They knew the causes well on their own.

Differing reasons.

Some.

Were just too tiny.

Others.

Dealt with shaky regimes.

Some.

Carried loads of past international debt failures, earning them a notorious image for constant defaults. Accepting them would stir up even greater chaos come next year.

...

Thus.

These got weeded out. Yet, it didn't mean total closure of doors. Problems could get fixed. Handled right, or approached with the proper mindset.

A possibility remained.

Or else.

Myanmar's response was: Sorry.

...

Within that group.

Several European nations also hit their targets, grabbing some visibility and locking in perks for their home companies.

Not a ton.

Yet a marked step up from earlier.

Still.

A bit of annoyance lingered.

For engineering tasks, Ling held a strict position, sticking strictly to guidelines.

-Cost.

-Quality.

-Speed.

All three had to satisfy standards. Be it funds from loans or collections, they weren't for waste—Myanmar vowed careful handling.

This declaration.

Muted the Europeans.

No dodging it.

They couldn't match up, tied to 'basic factors.' High currency strength stripped their edge in costs, sparking a ripple effect.

...

"Phew!"

Once the delegations were sent off, Kan Qin breathed a deep sigh. Entertaining leaders from so many places piled on huge stress. Without pause, he dove back into duties.

This year.

Marks a pivotal moment. Ling's pledge of a 'trillion-dollar GDP' looked almost guaranteed, but plenty of other targets awaited.

Education.

Infrastructure.

Healthcare.

...

He managed a lot; each day stacked with tasks. A quick look toward Ling sparked thoughts of Ling's daily burdens, firing up Kan Qin's drive.

With Ling pushing through tiredness unspoken, he had no excuse to slack.

In essence.

Back to the grind.

...

Afternoon.

o’clock.

Xin Province.

Six buses rolled toward the Aircraft Testing Base, loaded with more than a hundred folks. Plenty peered out curiously.

Late March.

Snow freshly gone.

Vast Gobi stretched out, distant peaks still white with snow, lifting everyone's mood—they headed for the Tianpeng pilot course.

Luckily.

Tianpeng's handling proved fairly easy, so selected participants included just a few pros; others were trainees.

One lead flyer.

Three assistants.

All equipped to manage.

Starting tomorrow, six months of aerial practice awaited until handover. Half a year in the Gobi didn't daunt them.

Flying.

Base work.

Carry unique demands.

Mastering flight.

Often starts with dreams of warplanes, and air bases tend to sit in isolated spots, making seclusion routine.

Loneliness.

Isolation.

Were anticipated.

Plus.

This phase was mere prep. Later, back at stations... remote locales would persist, since massive Aircraft couldn't park in urban depots.

Hence.

Outlying spots!

Defined the life; this was only the start. Best adapt early.

Shortly.

"Almost there."

The crowd buzzed with thrill.

Windows down.

Cool gusts rushed in. Heads out, the far-off base came into view, and fortune smiled with two Aircraft heading home right then.

"Da da!"

Blades spun with a hum.

Hearing it.

The bunch lit up. They'd studied Tianpeng prior to selection; a chat group shared specs for early review.

To prep ahead.

So.

It felt familiar. They marveled too at the craft, assembled in a single year. Quality doubts faded with proof.

Build held up impressively.

Plus.

Robust features.

In trials or real ops, it shone with top-notch prowess—Australia's experience sealed it.

Battle against blazes.

Called a heavenly aid.

Far beyond old firefighting planes, vital for huge woodland infernos where on-foot saves risked deadly flames and fumes.

Threats ran deep.

Hence.

Tianpeng's edge gleamed bright!

They buzzed with anticipation.

...

Ten minutes on.

"Welcome."

"This way, please."

"..."

Guided by base crew, they stepped into the quarters. Planners factored in flight prep for the dorms, leaving extra space.

Upstairs.

Room assignments.

"Wow!"

"So plush! Like a hotel!"

"We're fortunate."

"..."

The team gawked at the setups, loaded with amenities—not bare bunks, but TVs, baths, web access... all top-shelf.

Next.

A walkthrough showed the site's layout, leaving them pleased. Save for the trek to town, facilities covered everything.

Cinema.

Gym.

Store.

All present.

Rumors of Tang Qing's employee perks rang true now. Many mulled the fresh Forbes ranking from month's start.

Tang Qing.

Net worth hit 450 billion USD, smashing Huaxia's top earner mark anew— a mark he owned before.

Figure.

Halve it, and Tang Qing still topped Huaxia.

Utterly daunting.

Such vast sums—one man rivaled a mega-group, though Huaxia's groups wielded sway via assets, not total grip.

Still, none dismissed it lightly.

Each recall.

Brought awe.

...

Tour done.

They hit the mess hall.

Hmm!

Spot on choice.

Filled plates.

Quenched thirsts.

As dusk fell, rest skipped; they pressed to view the Aircraft, with real sessions kicking off tomorrow.

April.

Full month of theory plus sim runs.

May.

Aerial starts.

June.

Co-pilot shifts.

July.

Lead pilot turns.

Then.

Logged hours built, skills honed, even basic fixes and maintenance picked up, running through delivery month.

Extra.

Not just them; Myanmar and Australia sent folks too, totaling over 160, split for sessions.

But.

Aussies wrapped in two months.

After.

Back home, where test units awaited. Myanmar mirrored, lingering till handover then heading out.

After all.

Aircraft meant big stakes.

Not mere drop-off.

Unthinkable. Per trade norms, first handovers included techs on-site for watch.

Smooth sailing, then pullout.