Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2528 - 2366: Another Round of Confrontation

A few days later.

National Day arrives.

Huaxia buzzes with activity.

Expressways fill up.

Cars stretch endlessly. Families rush out to see kin and enjoy trips, all because small vehicles pass free on National Day from this year on—otherwise, jams would pack them like sausages tight.

Yet.

Roads may flow smooth, but tourist sites will overflow.

"Smooth driving feels amazing."

"Yeah!"

"Private cars have boomed these years. Village roads linking everywhere plus subsidies boosted it big. Charging tolls still? Half the crowd would choke highways on National Day."

"Right."

"..."

More folks pick self-drive adventures than before. Fresh village highways tempt drivers—not using them seems wasteful.

...

China-Myanmar border.

Port area.

Private vehicles cross.

This year.

Myanmar eases Huaxia travelers' way with a fast lane. Advance application needed a month ahead, to curb car floods.

Plus, traffic rules match closely.

Else.

No such bold opening. Not every car qualifies—only those tied to Myanmar residences. Hotels, houses, family spots.

All good.

Still, plenty of cars roll through.

...

Security post.

Stay in the vehicle, pass passports to the window officer for scan. Trunk checks skipped entirely.

So.

Passing drivers sense profound trust.

Truth is.

Cross-border crimes dropped rare here lately. Banned plant farms vanished completely.

Borderline.

No anti-smuggling cops left.

Sure.

Think no checks for outsiders? Naive. Port passage cams catch every detail.

...

A car owner hands passports—his and his buddy's.

"Beep!"

"Beep!"

Scanned one by one.

Handed back.

"Welcome to Myanmar." The smiling port officer greets warmly.

"Thanks."

Must say.

A pretty face at entry lifts spirits high. Flirt? Nah. Their pay likely tops yours.

Lacking skills.

Feels timid indeed.

Soon.

Car slips into Myanmar. Fresh vibes hit hard—broad roads, lush greens. Villa rows line both sides.

Sparks wonder.

Beside him.

Passenger buddy marvels: "Locals flipped their fortunes here."

"Totally!"

"Few years back, Myanmar trips might get pricey soon. Asia Dollar climbs vs RMB, nearing 1.5, soaring fast."

"Haha, awesome—I grabbed Myanmar stocks. Profits from rises plus forex gains. Told you to buy, but no dice."

"Uh!"

That pal rubs his nose.

Right now.

Regret stings for playing safe early, missing the wave. Pals who jumped in at Myanmar stock launch, bigger bets.

Raked house-money fortunes easy.

Envy burns!

Jump in late? Risky vibe now. Guess this cash ain't fated mine.

Gazing outside.

Views multiply gasps—mere years.

- Survival grind.

- Poverty escape.

- Boom time.

Blasted through at top speed, leaping from Southeast Asia's backmarker to richest spot, no doubt.

Bottom line.

Miracles glare plain, demanding awe.

"Sigh!"

Deep cigarette pull, stub near toss out window.

"Hold up."

Driver buddy halts him.

Hearing that.

Hand yanks back quick, as pal grins wry: "Toss it, kiss two hundred goodbye."

"Huh?"

Confusion hits.

Buddy spells out: "Road's cammed top to bottom, zero blind spots, violations get nabbed. Last trip with a pal, flicked a butt."

"Minute later."

"Fine SMS hits phone for two hundred. Not just roads—scenic areas ban litter too, super strict."

"..."

Past visit.

Eyes wide open, no fouls, smooth sail. But bad habits? They pinpoint you, deduct fast.

On arrival.

Deposit locked in.

This rule.

Kicked off with Myanmar's tourism push nationwide. Yearly fines near ten billion RMB, reports say.

Fine.

Own up.

Act's wrong anyway.

Plus.

Keeps Myanmar tourism pristine. Spots shine spotless—one ding bites two hundred, hurts good.

Rich folks flush with cash wanna trash?

Doable.

Post-third offense, penalties spike.

Tenfold.

Ten strikes pile up, headaches brew. Myanmar blacklists you, bars re-entry three years.

Tough stuff.

...

Dodged two hundred.

Elsewhere.

Others less fortunate.

Years of road frenzy built dual eight-laners standard on Myanmar highways, so no real crowds. Drivers push.

"Speeding detected, fifty fine."

"..."

Yep.

Entry mandates speed alarms per car. Bust speed, zap—deducted instant, no argue time.

"Damn."

"Little over limit, killer roads like this, few cars—why cap at hundred? Doesn't fit."

"..."

Grumbles done.

Slow it down.

Cruise safe speeds. Myanmar's compact, spots closer than Huaxia hauls—no rush to blast one-twenty.

Every ride.

Flows neat.

Granted.

Driving liberty clipped for many, but flipside guards all safety—drivers just gripe.

Quickly.

Hundred klicks fly, bad habits fixed. Stings real—speed once, cash gone.

Least in Myanmar, habits stick awhile.

...

Meanwhile.

Delin Province.

Sea island.

Tang Qing's clan returns. Prime getaway, yearly jaunt—outsiders see it, envy smacks hard.

Skies clear.

Sun blazes.

Rear cliff.

Qin Shiqi's crew zips water jetskis, chasing fun; nearby, massive sub waits for dive adventures.

Cliff edge.

Tang Qing soaks rays.

Blissful.

And now, distant Europe stirs storm. Greece booted, Euro core powers eye fresh prey.

---Portugal.

Simple cause: debts pile. Eurozone's debt trio, but weak rebound power—in French, German eyes.

Prime sponge.

Greece twin.

Thus.

Shove restarts.

Of course.

Weakening Euro's fighter duty, no harsh moves yet—if one falls, more follow. Portugal treads Greece's trail.

Reality.

Eurozone wobbles now.

Ten years.

Euro born decade back. Started eleven nations, pre-Tang Qing rebirth, grew to nineteen.

Two-thirds EU's twenty-seven.

Today.

Greece exit drops to ten.

Lately.

New joins should've happened. But Tang Qing knows: block Euro growth. Fighters schemed wild.

Thwarted eager EU hopefuls.

Hence.

Eurozone stalls on expansion, Portugal dips out—down to nine, one-third EU share.

Then.

Story spins endless.