Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2501 - 2339: Leaving the Group—No One Can Stop Us!

Bellies full.

Thirst quenched.

The group leisurely wandered the park grounds. This serves as the residential zone, yet surveying the surroundings evokes the charm of a upscale small town.

Nevertheless.

Considering the identities of the shareholders, such extravagance comes as no surprise.

Within the park.

Numerous folks enjoyed evening strolls. All hail from Wan Qing Mining. As a venture backed by Chinese capital, nearly half the workforce in this South African enclave consists of Chinese staff.

A portion.

Comprises skilled laborers shifted from Central Africa and North Africa.

Advanced a rank.

To mid-tier positions.

Others.

Were hired straight from Huaxia. On average, Huaxia hires boast superior skills. A brief training session suffices for them to excel at their tasks.

Locals.

Primarily handle manual labor.

Naturally.

Should they show eagerness to learn.

The firm offers chances aplenty, given this is South Africa. Most Huaxia staff aim to pocket earnings for some years before heading back home.

Abroad.

Few linger indefinitely.

…

Having arrived at dusk, spotting Tang Qing and his entourage promenading sparked thrill in onlookers, who gazed from a distance. They realize the next gathering lies months away.

Tang Qing juggles countless ventures.

Rarely drops by.

Going forward.

Qu Shan will handle most visits. Yet with Qu Shan’s packed agenda, biannual appearances count as frequent.

Luckily.

Even overseas.

Still.

All amenities abound here.

Versus typical Huaxia workers toiling in Africa, these setups rank supreme. Beyond hotel-like lodging, paychecks impress too.

A few years’ grind.

Yields a house down payment.

In smaller cities.

Wan Qing Mining’s average African salary for Chinese staff covers a full home purchase. Big-city folks benefit from group housing allotments too.

All told.

Landing here.

Proves worthwhile.

Back when Central Africa Park launched, recruitment was frantic everywhere. Nowadays, aware of the perks, droves submit applications unprompted.

Overseas stint.

Hefty pay.

Prime benefits.

Economically sound or horizon-expanding, it’s a top job pick. Safety? No issue in a ten-thousand-strong semi-sealed park.

Partially enclosed.

Dozens of guards patrol.

Nearby.

A dedicated northern province police outpost ensures utmost security.

…

Along the path.

The party progressed.

"Mr. Ang Mai, bolster security oversight in the vicinity. We mustn’t permit any unsavory events to blemish our reputation."

Allen instructed a South African man.

He.

Heads the northern province police bureau.

"Certainly."

Ang Mai affirmed with a nod.

No need for Allen’s reminder—he grasps the drill. A stern word to local thugs and gangs suffices to keep trouble at bay. Park entry remains off-limits to them.

Yet.

Semi-sealed doesn’t mean hermetic. External ties persist for supplies, steel hauls, and similar needs.

Or curious Huaxia staff sampling local flavors.

Bottom line.

The park isn’t a jail, cut off from society.

…

Overhearing.

Tang Qing stayed composed. The South African park’s environs differ markedly from elsewhere. Central Africa Park neighbors myriad tribes.

Hence.

Mutual gains forge harmonious ties.

Holdups?

Shakedowns?

Threats?

None dare attempt; tribes erase offenders by dawn. North Africa Park sits amid Sahara sands.

Bounded by dunes alone.

South Africa.

Proves far trickier.

That said.

Tang Qing arrived prepared. Recall Africa’s underworld behemoth—Black Prison. It’s surged ahead lately.

Mastering legit and shady realms alike.

Thus.

From South African park inception, nearby gangs got new bosses. Local police ranks shifted too.

Ang Mai ahead?

Black Prison installed him.

Unbeknownst to him.

"Global Umbrella Plan" nurtured legions, as Tang Qing knows full well. Post-financial unlock, numbers soared astronomically.

…

Not far along.

They reached a nook housing four bank branches. Myanmar Bank, ICBC, Standard Bank of South Africa, ERV Bank.

Each claims a slice of park payment dealings.

"Alas!"

"ERV’s African expansion races ahead too swiftly." Allen lamented.

At first.

Central Africa Park’s triumph drew swarms of eyes. ERV dove in deep, erecting business hubs across African nations.

Luring firms.

Channeling funds.

Stirring major buzz.

Thanks to that.

ERV Bank boomed across Africa. It poured into multiple banks, nearing the continent’s top financial powerhouse.

Outpacing even Myanmar Bank’s African scope.

"A formidable rival." Allen murmured.

"True enough."

Tang Qing concurred with a nod.

"Good thing it’s not our fight—financial rivalry plagues Myanmar Bank. One with Euro-US backing, the other riding Asia Dollar’s rise."

"Necks and necks." Allen assessed.

"…"

Fretting over ERV Bank?

Ha!

Tang Qing smirked inwardly—what worry for his own outfit. He envisions Myanmar and ERV Banks dominating.

Fiercely vying.

To thwart rival multinationals’ African inroads.

This turf.

Belongs to us.

Intruders stay out. Myanmar Bank long soloed battles, armed with ample strength.

ERV Bank.

Opted for ventures.

Buyouts.

Stakes.

Relentlessly fortifying African banking presence. Delightfully, Euro-US groups view ERV’s push as a Myanmar Bank checkmate.

While.

Capping ICBC’s African surge.

Thus.

They lavish support.

Extravagantly.

Beyond Africa, ERV’s US base explodes too. Open and shadow aid fuels breakneck growth.

Today.

It cracks US banking’s top ten.

…

Stroll complete.

Back to quarters.

Like elsewhere, the park boasts a client hotel. Tang Qing claims the penthouse suite with prime vistas.

Window-side.

Tang Qing contemplated the settling nightscape.

This day.

Likely the final serene one.

Henceforth.

Round-the-clock production kicks in, though soundproofing mutes it near-silent. Such peaceful evenings fade away.

Tomorrow.

Heralds greatness.

…

Next day.

The eighteenth.

Morning.

Britain declares a Brexit vote on the 25th. Passage triggers exit proceedings, severing from the union.

Tone firm.

Intent plain.

Exit the bloc.

Irreversible.

The spokesperson’s bold words jolted nerves, brewing till now. At last, resolve hardens: depart to reclaim honor.

Instantly.

Igniting Europe’s simmering cauldron.