Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2500 - 2338: Orchestrating Luck

Conversations buzzed.

Feasting commenced.

Sipping fine wine.

These banquets summed up to precisely that. Hoping to widen perspectives, a few attendees even hauled in their younger kin. The chasm between generations loomed far too vast.

Tang Qing.

Twenty-four years of age, at his peak vigor.

Them.

Every single one clocked in at least forty or fifty years old, spanning more than one mere generation apart. Their group standing side by side looked utterly mismatched. A bridge-builder was essential.

Even though.

The juniors appeared a cut below Tang Qing in stature, yet merely committing his visage to memory offered clear gains.

All those gathered there.

Commanded authority.

Or wielded fortunes.

Within their realms, they reigned supreme, their words absolute and unchallenged. Even their offspring exuded haughty vibes. It made perfect sense to let these youths mingle with Tang Qing.

Gain insights.

Witness marvels.

Absorb lessons.

You, at twenty-four, still pursue skirts and leech from family.

While him?

Earth's second-wealthiest soul, boasting assets surpassing 800 billion USD. A fortune so immense, no amount of straining could touch it. Utterly unparalleled.

Confronting Tang Qing.

The young heirs, brash in other circles, were forced to dial back their swagger. True, Tang Qing hailed from Huaxia, invoking that old saw of 'mighty dragons avoiding local serpents.'

Yet.

His allies abounded!

At home.

Overseas.

The clout amassed via Hummingbird proved daunting. Crossing him might fly in South Africa, but venture abroad and face repercussions, with no court to plead your case.

Hence.

Not his riches they dreaded, but his sway.

…

Afternoon.

Three o'clock sharp.

The motorcade rolled out.

Bound for Wan Qing South Africa zone, where the airstrip remained unfinished. Marking Tang Qing's debut trip to South Africa, he opted for road travel.

Not a lengthy haul.

Thanks to this.

Allen Zuma, key stakeholder in the South Africa facility, mustered hefty security. Police cruisers bookended the procession, sirens blazing—a grand display.

En route.

Drew masses of stares.

…

Inside the vehicle.

As they cruised along.

Allen pointed out landmarks.

'This expressway launched just a month back, slashing congestion in nearby zones. Your Huaxia firms move with lightning speed and precision.'

'…'

'Those towering power lines dotting the roadside hail from your Central Africa facility. Once South Africa ops kick off, grid demands will skyrocket.'

'Officials aim to blanket South Africa in a power network within five years.'

'…'

South Africa's surge had accelerated lately. Beyond Myanmar Bank's infusions, they grasped the urgency to advance.

Stagnation.

The throne of African primacy teetered.

Back then.

South Africa strutted as Africa's elder brother, topping charts in economy and arms. Yet Myanmar loans now flooded the continent.

One after another, nations surged ahead.

Lately.

Numerous African states posted GDP jumps over twenty percent yearly. South Africa, self-crowned big shot, refused to idle and invite mockery.

Thus.

They ramped up civic infrastructure spends.

Outcomes dazzled.

Water supply.

Power networks.

Telecom links.

Natural gas lines.

These domains boasted eighty percent coverage hikes from years prior. Absolute scale stayed modest due to prior scant foundations.

But expansion rates stunned.

Five years.

Power grid spanning South Africa.

A tough nut?

Indeed.

Yet government and local funds united, akin to Congo Gold United Power Grid Co., slashed the burden sharply.

…

Short drive later.

Ahead loomed.

A massive build site erupted into view, sprawling without end.

Spotting it.

Allen's face lit up with pride.

'Behold.'

'Our city-building venture. Sparked by Myanmar Bank Group, bankrolled by top South African heavyweights. Actually, this marks the third one.'

Mentioning this.

Allen sighed deeply.

In these years.

From Roy City in India onward, Myanmar Bank Group's city projects bloomed across developing lands. Evolving from wary starts,

to present frenzy,

for funding slots.

Why?

Sheer triumph.

Layout.

Blueprinting.

Amenities.

…

All flawless, hailed as the globe's premier property triumph. Countries and tycoons floundered solo, clinging desperately to Myanmar Bank Group.

It forged a legend.

Imitators abounded.

Yet few gained traction. Today, it's multinational capitals pooling first, then courting Myanmar Bank Group—or nothing happens.

Funds needed?

Delivered.

Land required?

Secured.

Local hurdles handled by backers; Myanmar Bank Group solely schemed and erected, materializing visions from sketches.

Client or financier irrelevant.

They obeyed.

Every detail.

Per their blueprint—you could dub them the planet's boldest builders, yet silence reigned. They minted fortunes.

A metropolis.

Once raised,

backers reaped lavish gains. Cycles spun swift too. Thanks to blistering pace, under two years tops, often barely one.

Twenty to thirty percent yields.

Truth be told.

Who resists?

Billions poured in.

Hundreds of billions harvested. Skip sales, just retain—value soared endlessly. Capitalists near deified Myanmar Bank Group.

Profits secured, words bent any way.

Any foe to our coin flow.

We crush.

With such goldmines, Allen's clan dove deep too. Massive stakes. South Africa's capital hosts the finished first city.

Durban claims the second, half-built.

The third.

Sits here, Johannesburg outskirts. Chief draw: inland hub. Economic kingpin, sans port access.

Spot suboptimal.

Luckily.

Tycoon dens abound, landing the third spot.

…

Seated comfortably.

Tang Qing grinned gazing at the cityscape works outside, long past 'impromptu' origins. Largely, global fighter maneuvers steered it.

Snapping up shares.

Steering deals.

Co-ventures.

Funding flows.

Total orchestration. Else, weather whims ruled. Sustainability demanded crafted fortune, not hoped-for stars.

Await handouts?

No chance!

Seize control.

One might claim.

Next decade's city ops promise fat profits, enormous ones. Via 'influence,' whole national capitals get reborn.

Trifling feat.

Endless ventures.

If Tang Qing craved, they'd queue forever.

…

By dusk.

The fleet reached the facility.

'Welcome.'

Northern Province elites arrived personally at the gates to receive them, utmost deference shown, given Tang Qing's entourage of titans.

Dare anyone nix park dining?

Allen,

bearing the President's surname,

Duo Su.

In Nigeria,

a behemoth force. Both anchored Wan Qing Mining South Africa ops. Local power baron meets West African titan.

Untouchable duo.

'Let’s head inside for some Huaxia dishes.' Tang Qing invited with warm enthusiasm.

'Okay.'