Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2432 - 2272: A Major Decision

Not much time passed.

The team reached the train station.

Right now.

Unlike the typical quiet atmosphere, the place buzzed with excitement. The inaugural train from Algeria's capital to the new railway's end was set to leave from here.

Consequently.

The President himself showed up.

A grand speech.

Lively songs and dances.

Booms from cannons.

What a grand display.

Following almost an hour of ceremonies, Chu Sheng and his team climbed aboard the train. They had tickets for hard seats, and Chu Sheng was aware this locomotive came from Huaxia.

One of the carriages slated for retirement.

Hence.

Made from recycled parts.

Offered at a bargain price to Algeria.

The interior and exterior got a fresh makeover, with key Chinese characters swapped for Arabic ones. Even so, plenty of Chinese characters lingered in various spots.

Seated in this carriage.

All of a sudden.

Chu Sheng experienced a wave of nostalgia.

…

At the scheduled moment.

Clank! Clank!

The train lurched into motion. It halted and started repeatedly until past four in the afternoon, when it rolled onto the freshly constructed rail segment; with no risk of collisions and dual tracks in place.

Before long.

The pace accelerated.

Gazing through the windows.

The fresh recruits brimmed with curiosity.

The Sahara Desert, Earth's vastest sandy expanse, lay ahead—they were plunging into it and would labor there for an extended period.

Truth be told.

This prospect had never crossed their minds earlier. Most had retired recently, then got recruited into Zhongyu Special Guard, undergoing months of training and learning.

After that, they were sent off to this location.

In their midst.

Numerous individuals weren't desperate for jobs but sought the prestige of Zhongyu Special Guard, a modestly sized outfit, yet in Huaxia.

Among the ranks.

It held considerable fame.

Over five years.

They tackled unemployment for countless retirees and expanded operations worldwide. Plenty aimed to seize this chance for international work.

Expand their worldview.

Naturally.

The compensation played a role too; Zhongyu Special Guard offered top-tier perks for overseas assignments.

Salaries.

Allowances.

Extra bonuses.

All combined, even rookies could pocket more than a hundred thousand annually, marking it as a lucrative field. Additionally, Tang Qing ensured fair accommodations and various perks.

In essence.

Immensely appealing.

…

All at once.

A freight train sped by, though quick, folks could dimly discern it carried steel loads, including some completed rail sections.

At this point.

Chu Sheng grinned and remarked, “That’s coming from the park.”

Hearing that.

The others peered at it longer.

“Where’s it bound?” one person inquired.

Chu Sheng clarified:

“Right now, the biggest deal is the urban development in certain North African nations, demanding tons of steel. Those tracks are likely destined for Libya.”

On hearing this.

A recruit blurted out, “Libya?”

“What’s the matter?”

“I caught the news a couple days back—there seems to be unrest, is it secure?” He wouldn’t normally follow such reports, but traveling to Africa.

Naturally prompted some research.

The trigger.

Stemmed from the President’s enormous personal fortune, lambasted by Western press, sparking an odd vibe for many.

At these words.

Chu Sheng let out a light laugh.

“No issue.”

“We’re just trading merchandise, steering clear of politics. As for payment risks, don’t fret—the funds are already secured.”

“Pay upfront, ship afterward; that’s the deal the company struck.”

Back then.

It had stunned him.

In the end.

It boiled down to the company’s sales crew’s skill. Notably, the purchaser wasn’t some average buyer but a powerhouse family dominating that nation.

Nevertheless.

The firm managed to lock in advance payment terms.

One had to admit.

Truly remarkable!

On the company’s ‘fabled’ negotiation skills, Chu Sheng had seen the sales team pull off countless deals that looked impossible.

They always came out ahead.

With formidable prowess.

Even so.

Reflecting on the peculiar unrest across the border, Chu Sheng felt a touch of concern, as it might disrupt upcoming advance payments for shipments.

Afterward.

It could dent the company’s earnings.

…

Meanwhile.

Far off in the distance.

Libya.

Capital city.

Within an opulent structure.

“Humph!”

“You think you can seize my fortune? Keep dreaming!” Eyeing a file, a glint of rage crossed the President’s features; the file detailed infrastructure investments, nothing too intricate.

Yet.

This anger targeted not the venture but America.

Six months prior.

One evening, an unknown visitor approached, bearing tidings like a thunderbolt. That’s when he discovered the man hailed from the black prison.

The intent.

Alliance.

The proof.

Lay in the warning of America’s scheme against him, timed for year’s end, involving opinion shaping, orchestrated demos, and fomenting domestic strife.

The direst element—seizing his clan’s entire foreign holdings.

Thus.

Panic gripped him.

Evidently.

Such an outcome was intolerable, encompassing billions in hard-earned riches, abruptly snatched by the U.S.

Curse them!

Could he stomach this?

Yield?

Never.

That wasn’t his style; clenching his jaw, he resolved on massive spending. He knew shifting those dollar reserves home was no simple task.

In principle.

For funds.

Only home currency stays secure domestically; foreign currencies count as offshore, posing risks.

No matter where.

Insecurity loomed.

Repatriate it?

By what means?

Convert dollars and euros to freshly minted local bills? Insanity! So, he kicked off major initiatives.

Rail lines.

Freeways.

Airfields.

…

Diverse builds.

Still.

Owing to familial disputes, he couldn’t pour all overseas wealth into this; the billions weren’t fully under his thumb.

For now.

Just a fraction spent.

Frankly.

It pained him deeply.

However.

Considering it might all get ‘taken,’ leaving him ruined, he bore the loss, eyeing next year’s oasis deals for a major buy then.

Elevate public support.

By then.

He’d avoid a popular uprising, his chief foes being U.S.-backed rebels, which vexed him greatly.

Had he struck hard early, it wouldn’t have dragged to now.

Countless unions.

Tribal groups.

Political blocs.

Religious sects.

…

Libya’s internals were already a tangled mess, even among allies, loyalty wavered—who knew if they’d betray him in a pinch.

He couldn’t tell.

A sense of suffocation hit.

This colossal tangle wasn’t simple to unravel. As thoughts swirled, he recalled the black prison pact, which boiled down to something straightforward.

—Safeguard.

In Libya, for black prison-protected firms, he’d handle every snag.

The pivotal clause.

Was the parting words: if this peril proved unsolvable, they’d assist, though the price would skyrocket.

Overconfident.

Brash.

To the max.

But.

He found it somewhat credible; the black prison’s sway in Africa was mighty, and as a head of state, he grasped their depth. True shadow rulers.

At minimum.

Their reach spanned wide.

In fact.

Not even Kovalro could overpower them; their aid would likely involve intel, not armies quelling revolts?

Ha!

Ridiculous! How could that happen?