Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2433 - 2273: Must Be Built

Set aside those worries for now.

Bow your head down.

Keep going through the files.

All of them are initiatives.

Besides using up foreign reserves, the country's money can't be left idle. Based on info from Black Prison, as soon as Europe and the US make their move.

Their family's foreign holdings will get frozen, along with the entire nation's overseas assets.

That's why.

Spend when you have to.

Just go ahead and spend.

Even if it's saved, it won't belong to him. So, his top priority right now is to burn through that cash fast. All of a sudden, a certain file caught his eye.

"Hmm!"

"This... looks really promising."

Within the file.

It outlined Myanmar's city-building endeavor, unlike raising money for homes or borrowing for urban development, since Libya's government was bankrolling the creation of a fresh metropolis.

Truth be told.

About this matter.

He hadn't paid it much mind before.

But these days.

A project like this for expenditure deserved full attention. Why not construct it on his own? That's ridiculous; he simply aimed to use up funds abroad.

And keep it out of the homeland.

Plus.

Roy City's build wrapped up just days back, he'd caught the reports, seen the photos and clips, and fallen for it hard. Back then, the urge had struck him strong.

Today.

Eyeing the report from his team once more.

Absolutely!

He clenched his jaw, like he was resolving something big.

Grabbed a pen.

Right at the document's close, he scribbled his sign-off: Deal with it right away.

This budget.

He'd committed to dropping it.

...

And so.

Seven days passed.

The nineteenth.

A flight touched down in Tripoli, where he greeted the initial survey crew from the Myanmar Bank Group in person; times were shifting, the approach had proven a massive hit.

As a result.

For ventures they funded themselves, the Myanmar Bank Group might hesitate to take on oversight, leaving the President and his circle baffled and annoyed.

Pouring out cash.

Yet it still required the recipients to be interested.

Blast it!

What's going on here?

Alright.

Grit your teeth and push through.

It wasn't anything major anyway, and they were thrilled that the Myanmar folks arrived with real intent, unleashing a powerhouse reveal straight off.

Right away.

The irritation melted away.

"Stunning!"

"Is this... could this be genuine?"

"Design at a master's level."

"..."

Presidential Palace.

The grand hall.

As the Myanmar team displayed a lineup of Arab-inspired structures, every gaze in the room sparkled.

For.

It was genuinely gorgeous.

Blending traditional Arab architecture with contemporary touches, plus some daring but subtle tweaks, it came across as a leap in building artistry.

In an instant.

They were hooked.

My god!

It seemed the visitors grasped their heritage deeper than they did. Not a single element clashed with their traditions or beliefs; it was flawless.

Not long after.

The full projection of the innovative city unfolded, and the shared sentiment rang clear—this place had to rise, come hell or high water.

Cost be damned.

Right then.

The President even found himself short of breath.

Adored it.

Loved it beyond measure.

"What's the cost for this blueprint?" He asked in a rush.

As soon as the words left him.

The survey team's head grinned.

Gave a headshake.

"This blueprint isn't for standalone sale; it's tied to our oversight of the project. And the figure? Not bad at all, two hundred million dollars."

"Overall project expense, twelve billion dollars."

On hearing that.

The President gave a nod.

At first.

Bootstrapping the Myanmar Bank Group out hadn't crossed his mind, or else he wouldn't have extended the invite for this mega undertaking.

He held them in high regard.

Couldn't be helped.

Way too extraordinary!

Over five years.

Relying mostly on one firm's strength, they boosted a whole country's GDP into the global top fifteen, wielding real clout on the world stage.

No issues.

Only an idiot would cross them.

"Fine."

"Two hundred million dollars, we'll take the design." He decided firmly, holding total authority, swayed by the eager stares all around.

Purchase it.

Two hundred million.

Pretty steep.

Normally, design fees run one to three percent of the total; for twelve billion, two hundred million does lean pricey.

Still, he deemed it fair.

Yeah.

Prefer giving it up over letting Europe and America snag the bargain. On the expenses, he wasn't too fussed, provided it didn't harm the national finances.

He saw the value.

So, let it fly.

"Mr. President, to a fruitful partnership!"

The pair beamed and clasped hands, each securing what they sought. Next, they hashed out initial specifics, and once the Myanmar team's control was locked in.

The draft agreement formed.

Within it.

Details covered Libya's required setups, plus Myanmar's blueprint charge, oversight cost, bidding rights for building, and more; Libya skipped haggling over numbers.

Since.

It was futile.

The Myanmar Bank Group's city projects were famed for their firmness. Other nations went along; why would Libya buck the trend?

Ridiculous!

Did they think the other side would budge over a three hundred million management cut? In March, with sales topping four hundred billion, Libya had no leverage to tweak the standards.

All aspects.

Followed Myanmar's lead; they just supplied the funds.

On top of that.

Post-signature, the blueprint and management payments hit the Myanmar Bank Group accounts swiftly, the instant transfer leaving plenty at the Presidential Palace in awe.

...

In this way.

Come that day.

Word got out, and for nations used to the Myanmar Bank Group snagging one or two contracts monthly, it barely raised eyebrows.

Yet.

Plenty did furrow brows indeed.

Take.

The US, for instance.

Numerous eyes shifted to this nation, as the scheme neared rollout with Myanmar funds in play. But no one dwelled on it; involvement was involvement.

Mere business ties.

No threat.

Didn't touch the core plan. Just stung a little, since Libya's outlays now meant 'what could've been theirs,' like footing their own bill.

Tough luck.

Suck it up.

In the end.

Cash disbursed is cash gone for good.

...

Before long.

Libya picked the spot for the city build.

Truthfully, selection was mostly needless; they'd eyed moving the capital multiple times before, but reasons always blocked it.

Now.

They grabbed the ready blueprint. Only some local votes were needed, though the President's view carried the most weight.

They went for an interior site.

Honestly.

Libya's current capital sat poorly, north bordering the Mediterranean, staring at Europe over the waters, ripe for sea-based attacks.

Hence.

Past talks on shifting the capital often favored inland pushes, deeper into safe zones. They'd fretted over the terrain, full of sands and wastelands.

Today.

Thanks to oases.

Inland spots.

With a major waterway nearby, a lush new urban hub could spring up amazingly, and this huge outlay stirred huge waves at home.

At the start.

Resistance was fierce.

After all.

The expense was enormous, and some driven folks whipped up public backlash, but the moment the promo vid for the new city dropped, folks were floored.

One word echoed.

Gorgeous!

A city this lovely, skipping its build would border on a crime.

Erect it.

Absolutely must erect it.