Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2552 - 2390: Qingyuan Aerospace Technology Center

The World Union Organization summit kicks off.

Worldwide.

Numerous nations now recognize Myanmar's rising clout. A year ago at this juncture, tensions simmered less intensely, drawing delegates from places like France and Germany.

Qi Qi skips this round.

Folks guess they're still steaming mad. On top of that, France's Cabinet just quit, with the fresh President unveiled only recently. No bandwidth to dispatch reps.

Yet.

The empire where the sun never sets shows real zeal.

Still.

Britain got overtaken too, yet unlike the Eurozone mess, Brexit hammered the UK economy. Euro nations clash fiercely.

Over and over.

Blame gets shoved eastward.

But.

That blame-shift flopped hard, backfiring into their own chaos.

Thus.

Too humiliated, they bail on the fuss. Their massive headaches remain unsolved, eyeing rivals easing loan terms. Any comparison sours their vibe.

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March 11th.

Dawn.

Western reaches.

A massive test facility sprawls across the Gobi Desert. An oasis once thrived here, snapped up by Qingyuan Technology to erect this hub.

--- Qingyuan Aerospace Technology Center.

Indeed.

Though dubbed a test site, it flaunts a grand name outward, handling not just trials but also space launches.

- Submersible.

- Aircraft.

- Drilling platform.

- Satellite.

- Reusable rocket.

...

Tang Qing launched this initiative ages ago; the initial four projects bore fruit, the first trio even hitting markets. Satellites pose no huge tech hurdle.

Key snag: launching them skyward.

Right now.

Thrilling buzz fills the test facility.

"At last, results are here."

"What a grind!"

"Years of toil culminate today."

"..."

Projects under Tang Qing's direct oversight wrap up successively. As the aero-tech pioneers, they've lingered on sidelines before; now they steal the spotlight.

Elsewise.

They'd hardly justify the firm's salaries and bonuses over these years. Gobi isolation aside, supplies flow abundantly, bordering on opulent.

Hence.

They yearn to validate all the sweat poured in.

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Prior day.

Tang Qing touched down at the test site yesterday, crashed overnight, and toured the grounds. Securing nod for this Aerospace Technology Center proved tough back then.

Formerly.

State entities dominated aerospace tech.

Private rocket firms?

They exist.

Yet mere startups, unscaled. Qingyuan Technology's facility dwarfs them in size and R&D prowess alike.

By far.

Of course.

Brass treaded warily yet greenlit it eventually. Stipulation: Qingyuan must share tech with National Aerospace Agency, fee-based.

On that note.

Tang Qing readily consented.

Money-loser?

Nope.

Fees needn't undercut market; demand fair pay. Big caveat: propulsion stays fuel-bound.

Antigravity?

No dice.

Tang Qing holds it back for now.

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For this event.

Alongside Qingyuan Technology crew, Aerospace Bureau reps, multiple Aviation Groups, and 100+ specialists flock to witness the extravaganza.

Can't help it.

Insatiable curiosity.

Beforehand.

Qingyuan Technology conjured heaps of top-tier tech from thin air, miracle-style. How to stay chill?

Tens of thousands strong in research.

True enough.

They covet that firepower; tech pros grasp it deep. Not all specialize in aerospace.

Still.

Aerospace spans vast fields solo.

Mechanical.

Materials.

Power.

Energy.

Communication.

...

Aerospace demands far exceed fuel tubes alone. Myriad techs underpin flying machines.

Thus.

None dismiss Qingyuan Technology lightly.

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Likewise.

The launch streams live in full, popping on Comet Video's front page two hours pre-blast. Tang Qing's shows over years?

Audience knows them cold.

Plus.

Absolutely hooked.

"Four years on, Tang Qing's rocket blasts off, but could glitches hit? Not like planes—this is humanity's pinnacle tech field."

"Doom-mongering!"

"Boom means billions wasted, tragic."

"Shut that curse."

"..."

Most fret heavily. No trivial tech; even top space nations balk at 100% guarantees.

Today.

Four-year feat from a private firm truly rattles nerves.

"Why the boom chatter? Success is locked in."

"Spot on."

"Even stepping back greatly, should it explode, that’s only a few billion. Tang Qing’s fortune lets him destroy one each day for over fifty years."

"Whoa!"

"Doing the math carefully, it truly adds up."

"Jealous!"

"If it fails, just count it as experience earned; it’s not a crewed rocket regardless."

"..."

Believers in Tang Qing stay faithful, for as they claim, each setback edges nearer to victory, turning billions into mere fireworks.

For Tang Qing, it amounts to pocket change.

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Naturally.

Though wealthy, Tang Qing won’t squander billions on fireworks—it’s too costly. He commands a wealth of top talents.

Within that group.

Numerous top experts occupy key roles.

Thus.

Rigorous quality controls render accidents highly improbable. Furthermore, Tang Qing recently scrutinized every section of the rocket and detected no flaws.

Control Center.

Hall.

"Boss Tang, if this succeeds, any further aerospace initiatives planned?" inquired the Aerospace Department head. Success would validate their technological prowess.

By then.

Partnerships would be secured.

"Initiatives?"

"Yes."

"I plan to send up components to assemble a deep-space probe and gaze into the distance," Tang Qing replied with a grin.

"Unmanned?" the other wondered aloud upon hearing it.

"Yeah."

Truth be told.

He sought to propel Huaxia’s aerospace capabilities ahead too, yet hauling them aboard? Wildly advancing Earth’s space tech? That holds no appeal for him.

At minimum, not yet.

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Moment arrived.

"Boom!"

Massive flames burst forth, thick smoke tumbled outward, propelling a gleaming silver rocket heavenward, adorned with the bold Qingyuan Technology emblem, appearing strikingly majestic.

Akin to a steel bird extending its wings.

Named a rocket.

In essence.

It qualifies as a spaceplane too, unlike NASA’s cumbersome models; Qingyuan Technology’s ’Tianfeng’ features a sleek, narrow build.

Following conventional designs elsewhere would’ve left Tang Qing uninterested in producing it.

Four years weren’t wasted.

This design alone.

Captures eyes effortlessly.

On the inside.

Capable of carrying crew even, though presently empty—absent vast unmanned safety records, higher-ups refuse to allow passengers. If it actually reaches space.

Trouble would loom large.

Surge ahead!

Surge ahead!

...

Deployment of countless novel materials achieved drastic weight cuts. Consequently, the return leg stands to conserve substantial fuel.