Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2234: Chapter 2055: Season of Harvest

All right.

He was ecstatic.

Once upon a time.

Waite’s hope was merely to activate his country’s big capital, to have them take money out of foreign banks, or from their home cellars, to stimulate the economy.

Later on.

Under the overwhelming public opinion, the scope of fundraising continued to expand, and as the number of people increased, the amount raised exceeded expectations, achieving a remarkable success of ten billion dollars!

At this moment.

Apart from joy.

There is still more joy.

Meanwhile.

Looking at the representatives of the Myanmar Bank Group, his gaze was incredibly gentle, like looking at family. Their help to Congo Gold could truly be described as immense.

Previously.

--- Various loans.

Now.

--- Fundraising for urban construction.

Just these two items solved countless of his problems. The economic development of Congo Gold, after his assuming office, was virtually leapfrog.

Two years later.

His reelection was almost guaranteed.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Journalists kept pressing their shutters, capturing the moment.

From this point.

A ten-billion-dollar project was about to enter the construction phase. It held extraordinary significance not only for Congo Gold but also for Africa.

Following this.

There would be plenty of news.

...

After the meeting.

The news spread across African countries.

Immediately.

The atmosphere became lively.

"Godlike efficiency!"

"So fast!"

"Like India, what I see is not just speed but also a serious attitude towards work. This proves to us the sincerity of the Myanmar Bank Group."

"Yes."

"Agreed."

"I like this attitude. At the same time, I must commend the speed of Congo Gold. Their cooperation proves that Africa also has high governance efficiency."

"Absolutely!"

"Highly praised!"

"Our potential is still enormous."

"..."

The mainstream voice across African countries was all praise. Although this project seemed to allow some foreign companies to profit, this was not difficult to accept.

After all.

The ’goods’ they provided were of good quality.

Look at this.

The whole new city’s planning map, how beautiful, how stunning, in the animated visual, modern beautiful buildings stand in every corner of the city.

High Rise Buildings.

Parks.

Entertainment.

Medical.

Education.

Transportation.

Communication

...

All are of high standards, giving a bit of a modern city appearance. As for the Western capital still clamoring to come in, they all shrugged.

Humph!

Get lost!

If you were this well-intentioned, what were you doing for the past hundred years? Rediscover your conscience? Who are you kidding? Still trying to make money from our pockets.

Go away!

As far as you can go!

Even if it’s about making money, can’t it be the Myanmar Bank Group making it? Look at their integrity, as soon as they developed, they came to support, providing us with loans.

Certainly.

They have purposes.

Yet.

You are not even willing to make ’initial investments,’ just wanting to come and make money, then what else is there to say? Please hurry out of my sight.

Goodbye!

...

At this moment.

Mozambique.

The Capital.

In a building, a dozen people were arguing.

As the second African country to publicly announce allowing urban construction projects to enter, Mozambique’s design plan was slower than Congo Gold’s.

The Preparatory Committee was in a heated discussion.

At this moment.

Site selection and planning were no longer problems, the main issue was now some details, and there were still some disagreements about certain architectural styles.

Moreover.

Mainly it was the viewpoint conflict among the Preparatory Committee members, having nothing to do with the Myanmar Bank Group; they were the designers, as long as your request was reasonable.

The other party would meet it.

Suddenly.

A member who almost never participated spoke:

"The plan for Congo Gold has officially passed, you guys speed it up, stop dawdling, look at their efficiency, learn a bit, give way, what are you arguing for!"

"Next time."

"There might still be a chance to build again."

"Really!"

"..."

Criticizing the others for a while, this member continued to drink tea and look at his mobile phone. These committee members consisted of large capital and some local investor representatives.

Therefore.

The demands varied.

However.

There was essentially no fundamental disagreement because the Myanmar Bank Group held the overall planning, otherwise, this group of people would definitely treat the design as a sandbox.

By then.

The situation would be even harder to manage.

Regarding this.

Everyone agreed, because everyone’s interest was the same--- to ensure that the project landed. On this basis, satisfying some demands of all parties.

Now.

The argument was almost at an end.

Great!

Seeing Congo Gold about to start construction, the committee members couldn’t help but speed up, although there was nothing really to compare, but ultimately they were behind others.

Moreover.

The broad investors were getting anxious.

Hurry up!

...

Five days later.

The bidding process was completed.

Congo Gold.

The Capital.

Twenty-three kilometers south. This place was chosen as the construction site for the new city, and demolition work had already begun on dozens of square kilometers of land.

"Boom!"

"Click click click!"

"Buzz!"

"..."

Dust rose into the air.

Vehicles shuttled back and forth.

The original residents were all beaming with joy as they left, some spending the demolition compensation freely, others buying houses in the city, most agreeing to house swaps.

A ratio of one to two for the area, exchanging for new city homes.

Previously.

The people living here were all poor, suddenly, their lives turned around. Although many opted for house swaps, the property itself was an asset and had multiplied many times.

Holdouts?

None.

Not a single one.

Did not dare.

This investment was public fundraising.

There was big capital, major tribes, and various societal sectors, even including underworld forces. Being a holdout, did they really think they were facing vegetarians?

Thus.

Demolition proceeded smoothly.

Next.

Was flattening the houses, most were single-story, or at most two or three stories. Large demolition machinery went straight over, leaving a trail of building rubble behind.