Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2397 - 2237: Major Project

Having eaten their fill.

Having drunk their fill.

Everyone gathered in the living room, eyes glued to the TV on CCTV Channel 13, where they even dedicated a full minute to reporting on Yangcheng Park—showing real respect.

"It's massive!"

"Stunning!"

"I'd really like to check it out if I get the chance."

"..."

A bunch of folks fixed their gazes on the screen, bursting out in admiration. Those standout, super-unique office towers and opulent hotels loomed like intricate circuit patterns.

Everything felt so fresh and innovative.

Plus.

Tang Qing owned six parks like this one. Just pondering the sheer number of park workers—over seventy thousand—made Zhong Liang's mind race, his pulse quickening.

Only the salaries.

Averaging five thousand each, that added up to 360 million monthly.

And that's underestimating it.

Bonuses.

Perks.

All those extras piled on, meaning at least 500 million poured out every month for this crew alone, and yearly, just on payroll and benefits, it hit seven or eight billion.

Given Tang Qing's lavish style.

One hundred billion.

It could easily climb higher.

Contemplating that.

It sent chills down the spine; without solid profits, no company could keep it up. Fortunately, Qingyuan Technology was thriving right now!

...

As they kept watching.

All of a sudden.

The broadcast switched to a quick one-minute update on the World Cup.

"Sigh, we lost."

"What?"

"I bet a hundred RMB on Greece and it tanked." Zhong Liang gave a casual shrug and grin. Some football enthusiasts in the dorm roped him into joining the fun, so he tossed in a wager.

A mere hundred.

Purely for the thrill.

"Why pick Greece?" Li Mo wondered aloud.

"South Korea rubs me the wrong way."

Zhong Liang offered a faint smile; in the Greece versus South Korea game, he had no clue about the favorites. It was all in good spirits, with a quiet wish for Greece to pull ahead.

Alas.

Two-nil, and Greece was knocked out!

During their conversation.

The discussion veered toward soccer.

"Tang Qing, how about funding a football club? Our national squad is so feeble; they got booted from the Asian qualifiers again."

Zhong Liang mulled it over and sighed in exasperation.

On this occasion.

Three Asian sides made the cut.

Japan.

South Korea.

North Korea.

Truth be told.

Even non-fans felt a wave of disappointment. With all that cash flowing, yet failing to build a squad with real fighting spirit—it was downright infuriating.

"Nah."

Tang Qing waved it off.

"Patience, a revival will come eventually." It wasn't worth the hassle; getting tangled in it might mirror the Olympics hype.

Prior to the event.

They dreamed big.

Craved it fiercely.

Super enthusiastic, viewing it as a matter of national pride.

Once it happened.

It seemed underwhelming, and enthusiasm for a repeat vanished fast. The World Cup followed suit; should they ever claim the title one day.

Down the line.

Folks might barely bother watching.

Better yet.

Keep the dream alive!

"Ah."

At those words.

Zhong Liang held back further remarks; it was merely a casual suggestion. Had Tang Qing been keen on investing, he'd have jumped in ages ago. As for claims that Tang Qing shunned sports.

Ridiculous!

How could that possibly be?

Countless gyms, swimming pools, playgrounds, and athletic fields across the subsidiaries... were those illusions? It simply showed that for the broader sports scene involving a handful of elites.

Perhaps.

In Tang Qing's view, it paled against constructing extra recreational spots for his staff.

...

Right then.

The news pivoted once more.

After viewing it.

A grin crept onto Tang Qing's face without him realizing. Last year, Chai Ren mentioned the East-to-West Water Diversion initiative had strong odds of approval, slated for this very year.

And today.

Just this morning.

Official green light given.

A whopping 270 billion RMB in planned spending, channeling water from the Bohai Sea westward to tackle shortages and dry spells en route, finally channeling into Xin Province.

Though.

Not a huge volume would arrive.

After all.

Xin Province spanned too vast an area; eradicating drought entirely was pure fantasy. The key aim was easing water woes in Western Mongolia, Northern Gansu, and Eastern Xin Province.

Back in his past life.

This idea surfaced ages ago, yet it stayed on the drawing board.

For starters.

The budget was enormous.

Next.

Tricky landscapes, with Huaxia rising higher westward and dipping eastward. Pumping water uphill from lower to elevated zones—everyone knew the challenges were immense.

Finally.

Desalination headaches; raw seawater inflow would salt up the soils nearby. Desalinating it first? The expenses were sky-high and impractical.

In essence.

Obstacles galore.

Hence, it got postponed.

...

These days.

Circumstances had transformed dramatically.

To begin with.

The nation boasted ample funds now.

Additionally.

A fully industrialized Huaxia wielded greater prowess in tackling mega-infrastructure feats. And crucially, the emergence of oases.

Before.

Constructing there and irrigating with brine would just yield barren salt flats, useless for farming. But oases changed the game—even salty soils could be reclaimed.

Take Qatar.

Now gearing up to oasis-ify the entire country, relying on seawater treated via salt-tolerant plants, cycling through processes to balance out the soil's salinity.

Transforming it into fertile ground.

Thus.

Core hurdles cleared, paving the way for such a venture. On a project this grand, Tang Qing figured, it'd line the pockets of plenty once more.

Building works.

Land grabs.

Growth initiatives.

All pure profit streams.

Actually.

Another spark for this was the three-trillion economic boost; analysts figured squeezing in another trillion was feasible.

In the prior life.

Four trillion poured in, including one for quake recovery; but here, without that calamity, surplus funds lingered.

Sprinkle them around.

Rev up the economy.

Smart move.

Furthermore.

Affiliates stood to gain too; Bohai Sea water quality was iffy at best, so purifying it for inland flow was essential.

Water purifiers would be key.

Naturally.

This expense.

Wouldn't all fall on the government. Recall the Ou Wei Foundation; it funded treatments for Huaxia's major waterways, and a man-made channel counted as one too.

Only.

The timeline stretched out.

Six years.

To wrap up the full buildout—and that's optimistic. The South-North Diversion dragged on longer. Finished, it'd reshape Huaxia's water setup entirely.

...

In the living room.

"What a fantastic initiative, good for the country and its folks."

"Yeah!"

"Weren't they talking about climate change, rising oceans? Bringing it inland to fight deserts and thirst—sounds amazing."

"..."

One by one, they chimed in, buzzing with excitement over the plan. Tang Qing sat back smiling, staying quiet, while rapid data scrolled before his eyes.

In a single breath.

A detailed blueprint of the East-to-West Water Diversion emerged, beyond the news's main routes, highlighting extra branches and deeper insights than the broadcast.

Truth is.

For mega-projects like this, the proposal docs alone spanned thousands of pages. News couldn't air them all; doing so would eat up days.

Scan.

Absorb.

Tang Qing wrapped it up swiftly. With his sharp recall, eidetic memory was child's play now, boosted by his brain's lightning speed.

Per second.

He could lock in ten pages minimum, downright superhuman. Why bother committing it? Handy for future chats, maybe.

Or maybe.

It'd gather dust forever.

Either way.

His mind held it effortlessly, no risk of crashing.