Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2390 - 2230: Selling Stones

Time passes swiftly.

In the blink of an eye.

June has arrived.

Africa.

Deep in Tanzania's heartland, along a riverbed that's stayed parched for ages, crowds gather with pickaxes, digging wildly and sifting through the dirt.

What's drawing them in?

Pebbles!

Grown-ups and kids team up—elders excavate while the young ones gather, loading baskets before hauling them back home to rinse away the grime and grit, all set for the merchants to arrive.

By the riverbank.

A man from China clutches a camera.

Next to him.

Stand several fellow countrymen running businesses here; as a travel vlogger, during this journey, he'd caught wind of pebble mining in the area.

Thus, he decided to check it out.

Focusing the lens.

As he records, he narrates:

"Look at what's happening right now."

"Up ahead, Tanzanians are unearthing pebbles—a buddy mentioned these get collected in bulk, bundled up, and shipped off to Myanmar."

"Regarding their purpose."

"First off."

"They serve as construction materials."

"Second."

"They're employed to line riverbeds; recall my earlier trip to Myanmar, where I highlighted their flood barriers and power plants—those artificial channels carved from dry land."

"After that."

"Pebbles get placed inside."

"..."

While capturing footage, he explains; back when he'd visited Myanmar, he had no clue that the stones filling those fresh riverbeds came from overseas imports.

Truly extravagant.

Yet.

Upon reflection.

It makes perfect sense—they're flush with cash, raking in fortunes from tourism alone, all to safeguard their own country's natural treasures.

Purchasing rocks.

Poses no issue, much like their other resources; Myanmar seldom extracts its own minerals, opting instead for massive imports from elsewhere.

Money's no object!

They can afford to buy.

So why tap their own supplies?

...

"Incidentally, how much do these folks make daily?" he inquired with keen interest.

"Fifty."

Replied a nearby Chinese man.

"In RMB?"

"That's right."

Affirming with a nod, he went on, "In this region, such earnings are a solid boost for households, and the Myanmar company sources only from designated spots."

"Take the scene ahead."

"They acquire just the irregular riverbed stones; anything from regular flowing rivers gets rejected. They handle this aspect admirably."

"Got it!"

The vlogger bobbed his head in agreement.

Absolutely.

Procuring from active waterways could spark eco-backlash, but excavating a century-old dry bed? That's harmless toil.

Next.

He probed the buying rates.

"What?"

"That steep?"

The vlogger blinked in surprise; these rates topped even domestic ones, which felt off. "Essentially, it's not mere commerce—it's aid for the impoverished too."

A companion from China grinned beside him.

"Through the years."

"Myanmar has poured enormous sums into Tanzania, surpassing 100 billion Asia Dollars in recent times, erecting vast networks of roads, power facilities, and more."

"Back then."

"As Tanzania entered the trade alliance, Myanmar ramped up aid, funding numerous relief initiatives like expansive farms and livestock operations."

"Pebbles."

"Count as one such relief effort."

"If not."

"Why trek to Africa for them at premium prices? Myanmar seeks stones solely from alliance members."

"..."

Having absorbed this.

The vlogger gained sudden clarity—now it clicked.

Little wonder.

Dashing across to Africa for pebbles strikes as utter madness in straightforward terms, yet factor in 'diplomatic' motives, and it all aligns neatly.

Soon.

His gaze returned to the riverbed, amassing plenty of footage; he even tailed a local African to a close-by settlement.

What met his eyes.

Amazing!

Stacks of pebbles fronting each dwelling.

Carefully watched.

To ward off thieves.

Locals scrubbed them clean, stripping off dirt and silt; the vlogger grasped it instantly—this setup boosts jobs, justifying the elevated costs.

Shortly thereafter.

A lorry rolled in.

"It's arriving."

"..."

The hamlet buzzed with energy; this marked the pebble collector, as residents rushed forth with their loads, swiftly queuing into a lengthy line.

The vlogger buzzed with thrill, snapping away furiously.

Measuring weights.

Handing over bills.

Each recipient pocketed cash with beaming faces, and soon the vehicle brimmed full. "These lorries swing by thrice daily—at dawn, midday, and dusk."

"Instant cash on the spot."

"..."

Deep down, the vlogger marveled; he figured this footage would rack up massive views, and abruptly, his respect for Myanmar deepened.

They're reshaping this terrain through tangible deeds.

Once the lorry departed.

They set off too, bound for the subsequent stop, motoring almost twenty kilometers, curving past a hill, when abruptly a sprawling flatland unfolded afar.

Across it.

Neatly sectioned into plots—farmlands brimming with wheat and cash crops, resembling an immense estate.

In the vehicle.

He caught the rundown:

"A Chinese entrepreneur established this farm; he started with mining here, then pivoted to global trade, property, eateries, and stores."

"At the outset."

"Farming wasn't his field."

"But."

"Fortune smiled later—he joined the Myanmar Asia Chamber of Commerce, and as Tanzania integrated into the trade group, they pledged massive funding for job-heavy sectors."

"Hence."

"Agriculture turned into a 'must-do'; droves of Myanmar Asia Chamber members flocked to Africa for agribusiness, in essence, employing natives to till the soil."

"Don't let the scale fool you—they invested zero upfront; Myanmar Bank Group extended the credit, while the product network secures the market."

With that.

The resident Chinese voiced a tinge of jealousy.

Before.

He hadn't sensed it strongly, but post-Myanmar's Africa surge, he appreciated the perks of Myanmar Asia Chamber membership.

Financing.

Both scale and ease spark envy.

Contracts.

Members snag first dibs.

Initiatives.

Get top backing too.

Countless covet this; affiliation with the Myanmar Asia Chamber spells reliable ventures, bolstered by the group's aid in every endeavor, plus solidarity among peers.

Today.

Early entrants have ballooned into billionaires, some hitting tens of billions; later waves boast billions in assets at minimum.

They voice their longing freely.

Alas.

Entry's no easy feat.

Aware of the gains, throngs now scramble for spots; its inner workings forge a colossal economic loop, witness the farm ahead.

Fertilizers.

Seeds.

Farm tools.

Building work.

...

Nearly everything ties to Myanmar-linked firms; outsiders aiming to supply farms face steep odds, save for unbeatable deals.

Regrettably.

That's rare.

Consider city builds—the material flow sees Myanmar outfits dominating shares, not via favoritism.

But their goods truly shine.

Standards.

Exceed expectations across the board.

Priced fairly.

This stems from the robust supply chains and transport networks Myanmar enterprises leverage, yielding cost edges.

Therefore.

To these traders, the vast Chamber network looms like a colossal behemoth—a titanic trade empire, awe-inspiring in scope.