Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2460 - 2298: Myanmar’s 2010 GDP Announced

The nominee.

Has obviously been ready for ages.

For this very occasion.

The opposition has plotted extensively. The fresh President is an elderly but resolute figure—the ex-chief of the Greek Central Bank.

Back then.

He stepped down quietly after resisting the elimination of the Drachma.

Ever since.

He’s remained firmly against it.

Placing him in that role isn’t solely due to his position. If it were merely about views, influence could sway it. Why not simply bribe the sitting one instead?

However.

The Euro serves as a tool wielded by France and Germany.

As a result.

In the present situation, ditching it is utterly out of the question. To churn up this pond, a regular rod won’t suffice; extra elements are essential.

That way.

A flavorful dish emerges that everyone enjoys.

...

Right now.

Within the town.

Qin Shiqi and her companions roamed the avenues.

Glancing to the left.

Peering to the right.

Somewhat perplexed, scarcely stepping into stores.

Meals.

Beverages.

Amusements.

Everything appeared dull. Cafes, bars, apparel outlets, gem shops... zero desire to purchase, since their personal collections outshone these.

Consequently.

Their shopping spree.

Devolved nearly into mere wandering.

Before long.

They spotted a music store; Tang Nian’er stepped inside, sampled several pieces, and frowned. What kind of junk were these? Nowhere near as fine as the instruments crafted by her brother.

Next.

They ventured into a jewelry boutique.

With one look.

Delight surged within her, given her family’s trade in such items; she noted that while the wares here were decent, they were merely average, "So, anything catching your eye?"

Noticing Tang Nian’er’s grin, Qin Shiqi inquired with curiosity.

These pieces.

Even she found them lackluster.

Diamonds?

Precious stones?

The ones she’d encountered dwarfed these in size. Merely recalling her Myanmar museum visit, where the Diamond Hall was wide open, she’d toyed with fist-sized gems.

Rare colored diamonds.

In truth, she regarded... these as nothing more than ordinary rocks.

...

"Nope."

Tang Nian’er shook her head with a smile.

She murmured, "I’m pleased since if rivals are just this caliber, our family’s enterprise remains secure."

Hearing that.

Qin Shiyu stifled a chuckle with her hand.

"Haha, exactly." Qin Shiqi joined in the laughter.

Abruptly.

From the right side.

A voice rang out.

"Package all these for me." Yet the fellow, aiming to draw the gazes of these stunning women, realized the ladies hadn’t so much as glanced over.

Perhaps.

His tone was too soft?

Or maybe.

They didn’t grasp English?

Moments earlier.

He’d observed the women browsing without intent to buy. Thus, he sought to flaunt his wealth. Naturally, he wasn’t foolish enough to assume these women lacked funds.

Davos.

A hub brimming with concealed elites.

On the streets.

Even the most unassuming passerby could be a tycoon, or perhaps a high-ranking official from some nation—at the very least for the everyday folk.

Likely just the locals.

He simply aimed to leverage this chance for an introduction.

"Hi."

"You beautiful..." Approaching them, before he could near, a figure obstructed him; a chilly tone sounded, "Kindly maintain some space."

"Eh!"

The man froze in shock.

Truth be told.

This robust man clad in black struck him as mere store security. He had bodyguards of his own, though he’d left them behind. After all, the town’s protection was top-notch currently.

Barring insanity.

No one.

Would risk stirring chaos here; even the globe’s premier criminal syndicates wouldn’t dare harass Davos attendees now.

Should they try.

It’d amount to challenging Switzerland itself.

Besides.

Numerous shadowy organizations stash holdings in Swiss vaults; Davos represents Switzerland’s prestige, where errors are intolerable.

...

Meanwhile.

The clerk’s announcement drifted from nearby.

"Sir, that totals one million one hundred thousand euros."

"Oh."

"Got it."

Snapping to attention.

The man swiftly proffered his card.

"Thank you for your business."

Post-transaction.

He’d anticipated heightened interest from the women, but instead, they pivoted away without a second look.

"..."

At that point.

Embarrassment washed over the man.

Normally.

Back home, such lavish spending would snag any woman’s notice. Clutching the wrapped items from the clerk, he hastened out.

Regardless, another attempt was in order.

Pushing the door open.

He caught sight of the women’s retreating forms.

"Hold on..."

As he called out.

Mere steps later, his foot skidded.

"Thud!"

He crashed face-down, drawing stares from onlookers.

"Ah!"

"Ouch."

Raising his head, a metallic taste filled his mouth; his nose had smacked the pavement, the pain so intense it brought tears, rendering the tumble utterly inexplicable.

Scrambling up, he scanned the area.

Fortunately.

No one had snapped a photo.

"Sir, are you okay?" A clerk rushed forth.

"I’m alright."

He waved it off.

Then.

Eyeing his disheveled state, fine, this pickup effort was doomed. Approaching now would only invite ridicule; medical attention came first.

Demanding store reimbursement?

Hmph!

Did he lack dignity, or the cash for a doctor?

...

Far off.

Tang Qing sipped his tea with a smirk. Clearly, this was his handiwork; half of Davos lay within his perception, making such interference effortless.

Dipping his gaze.

The tea had grown tepid.

Yet.

In an instant.

"Gurgle! Gurgle!" Bubbles rose as if boiling, vapor wafting from the brew, though Tang Qing felt mildly disappointed.

Still insufficiently potent.

Presently.

He managed only to warm liquids. The method was straightforward: heat stems from molecular agitation speed. Earlier.

No power infusion occurred; he’d merely hastened the cup’s water via Neural Telekinesis, yielding warmth.

Rather clumsy.

Nevertheless.

Marginally practical, ensuring hot tea anywhere. Beyond warming, cooling worked too, as chill equates to decelerated molecular activity.

At peak effort, he could encase miles of nearby water in a solid frost layer.

Hmm!

Likewise.

Utterly impractical.

...

Shortly after.

Chai Ren and the group entered.

"Phew!"

"Staying cozy inside is the smart move, your pick was spot on." Zheng Lin brushed snow from himself, "This place really lacks appeal."

Just before.

Fresh from the Arctic, Davos’ snowfall paled in comparison.

"Feels great."

In a light shirt, Chai Ren savored hot tea.

All at once.

He straightened up.

"Tang Qing, caught the latest headlines?"

"Hmm?"

"Thirty minutes back, Myanmar officials released 2010 GDP figures, astonishingly up over thirty percent from the prior year."

"I figured holding steady from last year’s growth would’ve been impressive enough."

Chai Ren expressed awe.

During 2009.

Myanmar’s economy surged past fifty percent growth, breaching the billion-dollar milestone, with another thirty-plus percent in the following year.

Altogether.

Exceeding thirteen hundred billion dollars, approaching fourteen hundred billion.

Such numbers.

Based on last year’s stats, propelled it into the world’s top ten.