Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2553 - 2391: Didn’t Get to See the Fireworks

Viewers from around the world.

Nations everywhere.

Numerous media outlets covering the launch, crowds of spectators tuning in for the event. The majority hoped not for triumph, but for a spectacular failure—a massive blast.

All eyes glued to potential fireworks.

Suddenly.

Snack munchers kept on munching.

Clappers carried on applauding.

Incidentally.

They tossed out mocking comments before gleefully changing the channel.

To sum up.

Perspective shapes opinions; only a handful of nations hold cutting-edge aerospace capabilities, while most haven't even reached full industrialization.

Not to mention space tech.

Therefore.

Nothing delights them more than a fireworks display.

…

India.

Public sentiment overwhelmingly bearish.

"Just four years in aerospace tech—can it truly be trusted? Offering a complimentary fireworks extravaganza? Tang Qing's gotten arrogant, his past wins clouding his judgment."

"Eager for the legend to shatter."

"Ha ha!"

"Why design the whole spacecraft so ostentatious? A standard cylindrical rocket wouldn't suffice? Treating it like a plane?"

"Merely a pretty shell."

"…"

Nearly total gloom. Intense envy boils over, powerless to rival, since India's industry remains in early stages, while another's private firm already touches the stars.

How can they measure up?

Furthermore.

Early this month, Myanmar's barrage of deals worth over four hundred billion dollars left them reeling once more.

Next.

The World Organization.

Trillion-dollar Asia Dollar loans disbursed lavishly, earning acclaim from nations worldwide. Were India to attempt it, the Rupee would plummet into crisis.

Following that.

Tang Qing's nine-hundred-billion-dollar fortune secures his spot as world's second richest again.

Certainly.

Yet to eclipse ERV, though this gladdens Europe and America—India couldn't care less. They just see their top magnate dwarfed by Tang Qing.

Utterly powerless.

Right now.

A TV segment cuts in on ocean gold extraction. From March last year till now, one full year yields 750 tons of gold.

Valued at more than 36 billion dollars.

Staggering!

March barely halfway done, multiple setbacks already, and here's yet another. The globe races ahead, India alone stagnant.

No.

Roy City offers some pride at least.

Regrettably.

Even that's Myanmar's brainchild in design, oversight, and building—from inception, it's branded Myanmar-made, which stings deeply.

Oh no.

That ache in the chest!

Stings!

…

One hour passes.

Hundreds of miles off in the Gobi Desert.

"Boom!"

The massive silver body smoothly touches down on the extended runway; dubbed a spaceplane, it boasts airplane-like landing features.

Spaceplane descents typically fall into several categories.

Gliding.

Vertical.

Parachute-assisted.

The initial pair works fine, though no specialized aircraft exists yet for such giants. Tang Qing sees no need to create one.

Those two suffice.

Primarily cost-effective.

Thus.

Glide landing serves as the main approach, with vertical thrust for liftoff. The hefty frame demanded broader, longer runways at this airport.

Years in the making.

Billions spent.

Plus.

Roads linking to the launch site constructed too; overall, fixed infrastructure alone topped forty billion RMB—exorbitant.

…

Command center.

Hallway.

"Wow wow wow!"

"Success is ours."

"…"

Jubilation erupts everywhere. Flawless execution: orbit achieved, test satellite released, safe touchdown.

Likewise.

Aerospace experts and affiliates celebrate too.

Undeniably.

A huge leap for Huaxia's space sector—why not private enterprise? Huaxia's inaugural spaceplane; why no official version yet?

Priorities dictate.

Besides.

US lessons prove vital. Across decades, America built six spaceplanes: one prototype.

Two blew up.

Three survivors, now decommissioned.

Moreover.

No further launches planned.

Back then.

They believed space offered revolutionary tech leaps, fueled by Cold War rivalry with Soviets—massive funds poured in.

Today.

Soviet Union dissolved.

Plus.

Orbital research brought no game-changing innovations; each spaceplane devours billions—pure cash incinerator.

So.

Last year.

Post-final flight, America vows a decade or two hiatus on such ventures. Given this precedent.

Obviously.

Huaxia's space program focuses on steadiness, buildup, avoiding wasteful spending.

…

Amid the surrounding cheers, a sense of déjà vu hits.

"What's the turnaround time for maintenance?"

"Ten days."

"That quick?" The aerospace expert showed surprise.

"Our spaceplane relies heavily on modular design, allowing simple disassembly and replacement, which sharply lowers maintenance and repair expenses."

Tang Qing explained.

Standardization.

Modularization.

Deeply ingrained in Qingyuan Technology’s design principles, his perfectionist streak leaves him restless amid disorder—he has to streamline everything to feel content.

Ten days.

Even that feels sluggish to him.

A full overhaul could wrap up in just one day, yet he held back to avoid alarming folks and sparking safety concerns.

"Amazing—ready to launch again in ten days, with such huge payload capacity, and total costs kept under one billion. That’s no small feat."

Ten billion.

In RMB, no less.

Hearing this.

Shock rippled through the crowd, though on second thought, it made sense. Their homegrown gear was compact, far smaller than America’s behemoths.

Uniform standard components.

At times.

NASA pays several times more for parts than Huaxia does—a routine disparity that explains the vast cost difference. They’re itching to snag one.

"You selling?" someone ventured.

"No."

Tang Qing shook his head.

"Not for now. More tech tests are needed first. Once my detector project wraps up, we’ll think about sales—safety comes first, right?"

"Absolutely."

...

The inaugural flight.

Flawless triumph, the test site erupted in joy. As he left, Tang Qing declared month-end bonuses for all, starting at ten thousand each—poof, one hundred million vanished.

The project team roared with cheers.

Later.

They hustled to prep the following trial, featuring a satellite this round, then bigger payloads like cargo units, tackling every goal in sequence.

To finish it all.

Would take no less than three months; lofting a satellite was the easiest, with challenges ramping up gradually.

...

Next day.

The experts departed reluctantly, hearts still hooked—in their field, nothing beats witnessing the climactic liftoff, the moment that seals success or failure.

Effort.

Sweat.

Toil.

...

A single mishap might wipe out months of labor, wasting fortunes too. They longed to stick around for the next show.

Sadly.

No dice.

Duties called elsewhere; showing up once was a miracle already. Now, TV screens would have to do. They buzzed with anticipation for Tang Qing’s next wonder.

...

Audiences worldwide.

Across nations.

Throngs geared up with munchies ended up bummed—no spectacular fireworks display for them.