Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2179: Chapter 2001: Forced Western Capital

The more they looked.

The more everyone liked it.

At this moment.

The waiter served ice-cold fruit wine. They were not here for a meeting; strictly speaking, it was a gathering of investors, and none of the attendees were nobodies.

They didn’t have to worry about specific issues.

"Bang!"

"Long time no see, didn’t expect to see you here."

"You too."

"Haha."

"..."

This time.

Many leaders of various major families attended. They rarely went out, but this time they took the opportunity to take a stroll in Myanmar, wandering around.

Normally.

They spent most of their retirement life at home.

Gardening.

Growing vegetables.

Walking dogs.

Praying.

Quite fulfilling.

"What do you think?"

"Good."

"I think so too."

"..."

"Hi, Paul!"

"..."

The capital that came was from Indian, but not necessarily owned by Indians. The subscription range this time was for Indian capital that reached a certain scale.

Therefore.

Indian capital and Indian-owned capital are two concepts. Although the United Kingdom withdrew, UK capital did not and still exerted remote control.

This time.

The first batch of subscribers was mainly Indian domestic capital. Besides wanting to make money, they were willing to do so as Indians.

Some Indian enterprises controlled by Westerners held meetings for several days, endlessly debating, only joining slowly when the subscription shares were almost up.

Some even made a lot of demands.

"Screw off!"

Ahem.

Although not explicitly said, the attitude of the Myanmar Bank Group was exactly this: We are doing business. If you want to do it, come. If not, exit and turn right.

No one is forcing you.

This time.

This made a lot of people quite angry.

However.

Looking around, seeing the dwindling subscription shares, they gritted their teeth and accepted, signing what they believed to be ’unequal’ treaties.

"Why are you investing too?"

An elderly Indian man looked at a nearby Englishman with a sly smile.

On hearing this.

The man showed an awkward smile.

"Of course, to contribute to India’s development, and I also think this project is promising."

"Oh."

"That’s it."

Saying so.

The old man had a strange smile on his face.

"..."

While they were chatting.

Suddenly.

The melodious music stopped.

Immediately.

They stopped talking, glanced at the time, and figured it should start soon. They saw a somewhat familiar face walk onto the stage, the chairman of the Myanmar Bank Group.

Seeing him.

Everyone cast various glances.

Some friendly.

Some displeased.

Some dismissive.

After all.

Myanmar Bank Group was established too recently, and they saw this person’s resume, lacking a study abroad background or a Western education background, born in an ordinary family.

Such a person.

Honestly.

Some families believed in bloodline superiority and looked down on him.

However.

Most were friendly. After all, he controlled immense capital and assets, and a few companies under his command were practically defying the heavens.

- Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group.

- Myanmar Environmental Technology Company.

- Myanmar Agricultural Development Group.

These were the three companies everyone was most familiar with. The first two were publicly listed, each with a market value on Myanmar’s stock exchange of no less than two trillion Asia Dollars.

As for the third one.

It’s not listed yet.

However.

It’s said to be soon.

With the miraculous efficacy of modulation solutions, it was not hard to guess that once such a company went public, catching up with the first two would not be difficult.

Therefore.

Just these three companies valued at over a trillion dollars, coupled with dozens of group companies under their command and the assets they controlled, made everyone enviably impressed.

"Hello, everyone."

"Welcome esteemed guests, and thank you for your support. I firmly believe that with everyone’s support, Roy City will become even more successful than it is now."

"You all."

"Are making history."

"You,"

"Are changing your own country."

"You."

"Are also paving a broad road for the future urban construction of your country. You are participants, witnesses, and the heroes of a new stage in history."

As the patrons.

A little flattery.

Costs nothing.

"..."

After a round of motivational speech.

All right.

Though everyone present was an old fox, they couldn’t help being influenced. People like to hear flattering words; it’s not entirely based on reason. It was quite a pleasing experience.

After the motivational speech.

There was an introduction.

"Everyone should have seen it. This is the entire blueprint of the future Roy New City, with a total investment exceeding 1.5 trillion Asia Dollars and a construction period planned for one and a half years."

"That is to say."

"In early 2021, or the end of 2020, everyone will see it transformed from a design into reality, becoming a shining pearl in eastern and northern India."

"In the city."

"We have planned two horizontal and two vertical modern metro lines, along with sightseeing trams above them, forming a double-layered tourism trunk line."

"Drainage."

"Water supply."

"Electricity supply."

"Natural gas."

"Internet."

"..."

"All are designed and constructed according to world-leading concepts and standards..."

While listening, everyone nodded, most of their faces growing more and more smiles. However, some Western faces were quite calm.

Hmph!

They are just after profits.

Whether India prospers or not.

Isn’t their concern, as long as they can answer to their bosses. If it weren’t for the fear of being scorned by India’s upper class, they wouldn’t even be willing to invest in this project.

Unlike local Indian families who like to accumulate assets, foreign capital in India just wants to earn quick money and is less willing to make heavy capital investments.

This time.

Someone mentioned: If not a penny is invested, and someone stirs up trouble, they could easily be labeled as only profiting without supporting India’s construction.

As vampires.

As parasites.

As evil capitalists.

And so on.

Such slander.

Could be troublesome, hard to wash away.

By that time.

If the shares had been fully subscribed, trying to remedy it would be too late. They later realized that this wasn’t just alarmist talk.

Starting last week.

The Myanmar side published the list of Indian capital involved.

After seeing it.

Praise followed.

And immediately, public opinion pointed out some Western-controlled enterprises making a lot of money in India but not investing a penny in this project.

Scolding them vehemently.

Especially reprimanding them.

As if they were utterly unforgivable.

Moreover.

It’s growing larger and wider.

In India.

Whether among the lower classes.

Middle classes.

Or upper classes.

There is almost unanimous dissatisfaction, not suddenly emerging but an accumulation of grievances over a long time.

After all.

The English still hold high status in India and control huge capital. You can have it, but don’t always treat us as chives ready to be chopped.

Thus.

A spark.

Ignites.

And burns ever brighter.

Now.

Even starting to collectively boycott the products of those companies, making many Western-controlled enterprises that subscribed early breathe a sigh of relief, glad they discovered it early.

Otherwise.

They would be among those labeled. That’s why when asked by Indians earlier why they invested in such a meager return project, it was a bit embarrassing.

Do I want to?

Isn’t it because I was forced?

If you’ve got the chops, don’t babble on.