Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2407 - 2247: Shock

The following day.

In the morning.

At ten in the morning.

About thirty kilometers from Nai Bitu, an extended line of vehicles came to a halt. Sun Jiang stepped out alongside his team of inspectors and the welcoming group from Myanmar.

Their gazes landed on.

A gentle brook positioned roughly ten meters away from the pavement.

"Splash!"

It meandered lazily beside the highway, revealing crystal-clear waters where pebbles of all sorts lay visible under the surface.

The bigger stones.

Weighing tons, requiring a full embrace from an adult.

The smaller ones.

Fine as grains of sand.

Scattered across the ground from the narrow five-to-six-meter-wide brook to about ten meters toward the road, these stones appeared utterly organic to any onlooker.

...

Right then.

The Myanmar team started their explanation:

"We’ve recently carved out this fresh river segment. It’s not particularly deep, yet its length guarantees that the drainage here fully satisfies the standards."

"In the past."

"This entire area served as farmland for the local villages."

"These days."

"To offset the land taken by the river, we offer monetary compensation or assign plots elsewhere, plus we’ve marked a clear boundary for farming."

"No more farmland invasions allowed, and pulling pebbles from anywhere in the river is banned outright. A designated river overseer checks and upkeeps every ten kilometers."

"..."

As they heard this.

The inspectors nodded repeatedly; they’d studied the details prior to coming, but the real goal was witnessing the on-ground execution, prompting this journey.

On this note.

It struck them as highly practical.

Reclaiming land.

This had once seemed ambitious since the farmland protection line was untouchable. Things have shifted now; the rise of oases has boosted Huaxia’s arable fields.

Thus.

Reclamation efforts can proceed on substantial tracts without breaching that line, by digging interconnected river paths to hold water.

Normally.

These paths stay sealed.

During intense downpours.

Should water rise beyond safe levels.

Simply.

Unleash the gates to channel the flow into auxiliary streams, easing the burden on the primary flow. This strategy proves truly effective.

Furthermore.

The paths remain under control.

Fresh channels can steer entirely toward isolated basins; if a single one falls short, deploy ten more with careful design, unlocking immense tributary possibilities.

Picture this.

Man-made waterways.

Stretching hundreds of miles.

Every kilometer or so, dips in the land or secluded mountain basins appear. If free of people, their capacity to store water is staggering.

Come that moment.

Post-rainfall.

Regulate the segments once more to siphon excess from the central stream.

Flooding.

Would vanish entirely.

...

Once the briefing wrapped up.

They examined it more closely.

Climbed back into the vehicles.

The procession pressed on.

After covering another ten-plus kilometers, another dry riverbed site emerged, where massive haulers delivered loads of stones right to the banks.

"Splash!"

They unloaded on the move.

Next.

Crews manually smoothed out the denser spots. In no time, a sturdy stone-lined channel took shape; workers abounded, and equipment was plentiful.

Progress raced ahead.

At first sight.

A good number hailed from Huaxia.

They recalled how Myanmar’s hydropower spending this year hit almost 300 billion Asian dollars, with Huaxia firms securing over 200 billion in contracts.

Of course.

Spotting Huaxia laborers felt expected. Their affinity for this neighboring nation swelled; sure, Huaxia poured vast sums yearly into purchases from them.

Yet the benefits flowed back.

In this mutual exchange.

Both sides reap huge gains, even if it looks like Huaxia’s footing the bill for premium goods. Still, those items deliver real value.

Oases.

Transforming deserts into fertile soil.

Medications.

Rescuing innumerable lives.

To be blunt.

Had Western nations developed these, costs wouldn’t merely double; especially those pharma giants in Europe and America.

Ten times over.

Hardly an overstatement.

Back then.

Purses would drain dry; against deadly diseases, options dwindle. Today’s cancer therapies run three to fifty thousand, multiplied by ten becomes thirty to five hundred thousand.

Folks would flock eastward.

Or cluster westward.

Huaxia draws crowds, but taking their cash doesn’t guarantee they’ll buy your wares—it’s like handing over funds for nothing.

By the numbers.

The Huaxia-Myanmar commerce today counts as fortunate indeed.

...

Then.

The group boarded the cars once more.

Moving onward.

They reached the digging zone, where enormous diggers relentlessly scooped earth into waiting trucks, followed by shaping gear that formed the structure.

What form?

Well!

Resembling molds for runoff trenches, it sculpts the river into a defined profile, after which compactors rumble over it repeatedly to solidify, and stones top it off.

Strolling nearby.

Gazing around.

Till midday.

A secluded gorge appeared, transport tricky there, with the waterways twisting through the peaks, no proper path, just the rolled-flat channel serving as route.

Navigable enough, peaks encircling.

En route.

Side outlets popped up occasionally on either flank.

"These side arms guide to sunken spots amid the hills, boosting storage potential immensely, though low ground alone isn’t sufficient."

"They require sealing."

"If not."

"Outflow could affect far-off communities; for narrower outlets, we erect concrete barriers right away."

"..."

The Myanmar hosts explained smoothly in Chinese.

Hearing it.

The inspection crew sensed they’d barely crossed borders; if anything charmed them about Myanmar, it was the widespread use of Chinese here.

Tightly woven ties.

Sure.

Official events favor the Myanmar tongue.

Tongue.

Reflects a nation’s dignity; in certain settings, speaking is fine but formal talk demands an interpreter for balance.

...

Before long.

The vehicles pulled up at a spreading, fan-like outlet, packed with heavy gear and prefab shelters for the channel builders.

Differing from the rocky bed.

In hilly zones.

Myanmar favors concrete linings, chiefly to allow easy clearing by dredge vessels, as storms often clog streams with debris.

"So vast!"

"Reminds me of a crater from a meteor."

"Yeah, a touch."

"..."

The basin’s expanse stretched endlessly, edges hard to discern from afar.

"This marks the terminus for this waterway; the basin seals in on every side, spanning thirty-five square kilometers, averaging twenty-nine meters deep for storage."

"No residents."

"Capacity tops ten billion cubic meters; filling it would take beyond three decades, and it’ll function as a full reservoir."

"..."

As they absorbed this.

Eyes lit with excitement.

True enough.

Such remote, low spots with few dwellers can hoard massive water volumes; Huaxia’s expansive lands hide plenty of empty mountain depressions.

However.

Deserted basins abound too.

Plus.

Engineered channels can route straight to distant highlands, sparing mass relocations. Overall, this scheme won them over completely.

"What if slides from adjacent peaks block the hill channels?" one asked, intrigued.

Hearing the query.

The Myanmar folks grinned.

"Not an issue."

"Eggs."

"We don’t keep them all in one basket; actually, the entire tributary network is engineered to hold six times a century-level flood volume."

"So."

"Only if fortune turns sour and eighty percent of the river’s divided storage fails across the board would it cause real trouble."

Having heard.

All faces showed stunned awe.