Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2420 - 2260: Too Heavy to Be Blown Away
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
August.
In the world of global finance, the biggest buzz revolves around Hummingbird's IPO. The stock rocketed 68% on launch day, and merely three days into trading.
Relative to the initial offering price.
It surged 100% higher.
Naturally, the thrilled ones were Huaxia's stock traders. With the local market dragging so low it sparked existential doubts, scoring extra profits felt like pure delight.
Glancing back.
Then peering once more.
At the sea of red dominating A-shares.
Upon reflection.
Plenty of folks figured they'd rather grab Myanmar stocks moving forward; at least no fear of constant 'reaping' by big players. Myanmar's market is small, yet major funds can't easily rattle it.
Heavy investors steer clear of chaos.
If not.
The Myanmar Securities Regulatory Commission isn't one to trifle with; as a result, loads of people dumped their local accounts to dive into Myanmar trading lately. This trend left brokerage firms frustrated.
Fewer trades mean slimmer fees.
Yet.
What recourse?
Funds flow where investors choose. On the bright side, not everyone abandoned A-shares, and those sticking to affordable local plays kept the firms afloat.
...
September 3rd.
Morning.
Inside the park office, excitement lit up Tang Qing's features, not due to Hummingbird's valuation topping 280 billion USD now.
Rather.
The plane hauling the Teleportation Node nears its initial stop.
---Mars.
At present.
Just three nations' probe satellites circle this world in low orbit.
America.
Europe.
Russia.
These orbiting gadgets, deemed outdated, keep feeding data non-stop, but they've been fully hijacked, so none of the trio spotted the plane's arrival.
Ahead.
A screen displays live feed.
There.
A vast yellowish-gray landscape; Tang Qing held modest hopes; his real draw was the isolation, a spot unthinkable to visit in his former life.
Best case, TV glimpses.
Today.
Opportunity knocks to tread it. Barren or not, it's a fresh thrill. The plane now floats in void space.
"Commander, the Aircraft has arrived at the drop zone."
"Proceed."
"Affirmative."
At that cue.
Radiance wrapped the Aircraft, spawning a round Transmission Zone, its soft glow subtle, barely visible to distant eyes.
In a flash.
Space rippled, and a dark item materialized abruptly.
Next.
Pair.
Trio.
...
Altogether twelve Satellites popped up nearby, gradually fanning out and reshaping in the vacuum, engines firing to nudge them into preset paths.
Their mission: scan surface details across the planet, while the three powers' probe satellites stand disabled.
All comms bands seized.
"Setup done, initiating drop."
With the order.
The Aircraft sped up, slicing the sparse air.
At one kilometer altitude.
It slowed.
Ultimately.
It hung ten meters above ground in a ravine, flanked by rocky walls, craning up shows the heavens blocked by leaning cliffs.
"Commander, we've hit the next setup spot."
"Go ahead."
"Understood."
Right away.
Glow pulsed, teleporting a 'box' over, house-sized with clear glass panels on all six faces, reinforced by tough metal.
After that.
A sheep joined via teleport.
"Baa!!"
Amid this strange setting, it seemed restless, though boxed like before, gravity pulled far less.
Body felt featherweight.
Still.
No soaring.
Head down.
It nibbled some hay, easing up, then spotted 'friends'—pigs, cows—materializing swiftly in the sealed space.
Sixty seconds.
...
Three hundred seconds.
...
Ten minutes passed.
Whoosh!
Every creature vanished from the enclosure, but it continued; another gleam brought two people inside for standard checks.
At last.
Tang Qing clenched his jaw.
In a blink.
He vanished from the office, scene switching.
He.
Stood on Mars.
"Incredible."
Tang Qing murmured in awe; the Teleportation Node proved astonishing, enabling instant jumps across vast reaches. Another shimmer returned him to the office, free to pop in and out.
"Fascinating."
Uttering that.
Tang Qing vanished again.
...
Within the enclosure.
He strolled to the rim, gazed out; local gravity just two-fifths of Earth's, lending a buoyant feel, yet true levitation?
Too ambitious.
Internally.
Standard air pressure.
Externally.
Meager atmosphere; unprotected exposure spells quick, agonizing demise.
Inhaling shallowly, he raised a foot.
Stride one.
And exited the enclosure.
Naturally.
Via Teleportation Node, lacking personal warp skills. Emerging, Tang Qing sensed mild unease but zero bodily threat.
That outcome.
Didn't faze him.
Any expanding gases would require his physiology's consent. Even in hard vacuum, Tang Qing endures briefly.
Particularly here.
"Thud!"
Forward step.
Boot hit sand, sensation solid. Pity the barrenness; habitation demands airtight setups. Terraforming?
Pure fantasy!
For now.
Earth's tech falls short; his cheats notwithstanding. Mars' core cooled eons ago, no dynamo action.
Lacking shield.
No shield.
Temporary air would dissipate sans magnetic guard, all tied to the inert core.
To fix.
Target the source; scientists note frozen CO2 at poles, but release it? Wind scatters it.
Pointless.
After a brief wander.
Abruptly.
Tang Qing hopped lightly, soaring upward. Clear of the gorge, the vista stayed stark, void of life for endless ages.
Dripping isolation.
Then.
On Tang Qing's directive, a compact Base teleported in, not huge—like an Aircraft Carrier—to fit teleport limits.
Size caps apply.
Max length 600 meters.
He found this ample; 600-meter builds are scarce. The Teleportation Node pulled it straight from the training site.
Elsewise.
Rocket haul from Earth? Sky-high expense. Building such on Mars by Europe, America, Russia alliance?
Years minimum.
Price tag.
Billions USD floor, versus his mere build cost—tens of millions RMB total.
Bargain!
Next.
Rides.
Flyers.
Staff.
Gear.
...
All teleported in sequence. Under ten minutes, the Base hummed alive, and afar, dust devils rolled near.
Witnessing it.
Tang Qing stayed unfazed; Mars' air is sparse, but stirred storms pack punch, eclipsing skies for months sometimes.
Good thing.
The Base, dozens of thousands tonnes heavy.
Stays anchored firm.