Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2422 - 2262: One of Us

Soon enough.

Shanghai.

Park.

Tang Qing showed up in the office. Apart from cultivation, he typically avoided staying indoors for extended periods. In contrast, Earth offered a touch more comfort.

Primarily due to the abundance of life.

On the seat.

Eyes partially shut.

Nearby.

A projection of an aircraft hovered in the air, spinning a full 360 degrees, now and then zooming in, pulling back, disassembling into components, or swapping out for fresh ones.

Right now.

Regarding design work, Tang Qing had moved beyond drawing on paper. When by himself, he relied on a mind-directed approach to crafting designs.

Framework.

Exterior.

Hue.

Dimensions.

...

Tweaking all these parameters took just a simple thought. Truth be told, for most folks, handling such tools with precision would be out of the question.

The reason being that mental signals are often fuzzy and faint.

At times.

Even the user themselves lacks clarity on intentions, making it hard to send exact directives. Yet Tang Qing stands apart; he can amplify chosen mental signal patterns at will.

First off.

They become simpler to detect.

Second.

They allow for sharper recognition.

Through repetition.

The pace surpasses handwriting by over tenfold; after getting the hang of it, everything runs seamlessly. Coming up with fresh inventions nonstop has turned into Tang Qing’s top delight.

During the creation.

Out of sight.

Little Two’s immense computing power chimes in too, assessing practicality and key metrics for specific elements as the designing unfolds.

This boosts the design process to an incredibly efficient level, one that leaves people stunned. Tang Qing has no intention of sharing it outward; he’s not short on funds for that.

Following thirty minutes.

A complete blueprint took shape.

“Produce it,” Tang Qing commanded.

“Affirmative.”

Instantly.

The blueprint broke down into segments and transmitted to the manufacturing site for building. Later, it undergoes multiple checks; if viable, it’s archived in the repository.

Should it fail.

No issue there.

It gets forwarded straight to that effects studio and woven into “Civilization.” After all, designs from his hand shouldn’t end up discarded.

Serving as a clever reuse of scraps.

And this.

Forms one of the captivating features of “Civilization,” with each film civilization boasting an entirely original array of weaponry and gear ideas.

Rendering the viewing experience refreshingly unique.

Only.

The viewers remain unaware.

They see it as pure sci-fi, unaware that real products play a role. While certain tech gets stretched for drama, the bulk of features could actually work.

...

Early in September.

Across the world.

No big events unfolded; as usual, strains in the Eurozone intensified. Greece even floated the idea of a referendum—not about settling debts.

Naturally.

This sparked even greater fury among certain groups.

Rallies.

Marches.

Fierce debates rolled in relentlessly, while actual clashes broke out without pause. Luckily, no deaths occurred, merely some wounds, widening the rifts further each time.

At this juncture.

Several European Union nations also picked up on the trouble. At first, they planned to stand back, letting public pressure nudge Greece into changes to escape the bind.

Yet.

Events started veering wildly off track. When they tried stepping in, they found robust opposition rising inside the European Union.

What’s more.

Among them were heavy hitters.

At present.

Chaos mounted higher. Piling trouble on trouble came the growing calls for Brexit from the UK. Plenty believed that keeping on this path would only worsen matters.

...

France.

Marseille.

Outskirts, a mansion.

In the front garden.

“Why the abrupt shift, backing Greece’s departure from the Eurozone?” Esser, the sitting European Union lawmaker, eyed his longtime companion.

The man.

Served as a deputy head in the European Parliament.

Before.

He’d stuck to a cautious stance, insisting the best fix for Greece involved mostly assistance for an easy shift.

But.

In this gathering, his views started shifting, throwing Esser for a loop. They’d long aligned on issues, after all.

“Abrupt, is it?” Tani gave a faint grin.

“...”

You decide.

Next.

Tani went on, “Opinions evolve over time. There’s that proverb: deeper the discussion, clearer the truth. The Greek mess stains Europe’s honor.”

“They need to learn nothing comes free.”

These words.

Caused Esser’s lips to quiver a bit—quite the bold claim. Still, he wasn’t foolish; though unspoken, outside pressures were obvious.

Which outside force?

Possibilities abound.

Cash.

Clout.

Sway.

These three can sway any outcome. As to the exact one, Esser drew a blank, prompting him to inquire, “What role do you want from me?”

“Back me up,” Tani replied bluntly.

“Fine.”

Esser cut straight to it.

Afterward.

He raised the doubt nagging him, “Which power seeks Greece’s exit?” At that, Tani shot him a meaningful look.

“Curious?”

“Indeed.”

“Join our ranks first,” Tani stated gravely.

Hearing that.

Esser’s lips twitched once more; after all these years on the same side, linked by shared gains, they were allies of a sort.

Such talk.

Stung a little.

Still.

Before responding, Tani passed over a check wordlessly. Spotting the figure, Esser grasped the hint right away.

His pulse raced.

Two million Euros—what’s behind this?

Payoff?

Reward?

Incentive?

“Starting now, this sum arrives yearly. Accept, and you’re in. Refuse, rip it apart.” The approach felt crudely straightforward.

Esser stood stunned.

Hell!

This is serious business!

Why else offer two million Euros annually? Considering that and eyeing his old pal’s assured, calm expression, Esser battled his inner conflict.

Accept.

Or reject.

Accepting.

Could mean obeying orders.

Rejecting.

Loses not just the yearly two million but risks angering the backers; cash is small fry compared to crossing the untouchables.

That’s huge.

For him.

It could derail his political path. Though not quite so extreme, from a benefits angle, the hit would sting badly.

In the end.

After balancing gains and losses.

Grab it!

Publicly snatching a check screams stupidity, yet paradoxically, it signals commitment—the gap between folly and savvy is razor-thin.

Truthfully.

Esser was taking a chance.

Betting on what’s ahead.

Naturally.

The main factor was his bond with Tani; middle school classmates, same university, families nearby in childhood.

Plus.

A dash of family ties.

Without that.

This cash.

Esser would have to be mad.

To even consider touching it. He trusts Tani won’t lead him astray, and Tani’s support got him into the European Parliament.

Earlier.

Tani pushed hard to elevate him to deputy at the European Investment Bank, and barring hitches, he’d start next month.

Surely.

Stepping into the new role.

Won’t erase his European Union lawmaker standing, since the positions mesh fine.