Chapter 2334 - 2174: Half the Internet Empire Belongs to Tang
Chapter 2334: Chapter 2174: Half the Internet Empire Belongs to Tang
Live Broadcast Room.
A glance.
"This service is quite nice!"
"Very considerate."
"Makes sense, after all, this is an international trip. Even if you fly over, you’re treated to quite a few free drinks, maybe even lunch."
"True."
"Strictly speaking, this is a travel route. A few bottles of water aren’t worth much. It’s just unclear if they provide lunch," someone eagerly said.
In response.
Zhou Yan smiled.
"They do!"
"As long as you’re on the train at noon, they’ll provide lunch. That’s what they said online. As for what’s on the menu, I’m not sure."
This point.
Is quite humane.
...
Chatting away.
The scenery around started to change. The further east we went, closer to Thailand, the fewer people there were. This area used to be all mountains, with the population mainly on the coast.
They lived off fishing.
Now.
They haven’t all moved away.
Along the way, you can still see some sparse villages, not heavily populated, but the environment is nice. Asphalt roads are paved, lush mountains and clear waters, a row of small villas.
Currently.
Only the Myanmar Economic Zone has villas in every household village.
Other provinces are catching up.
Among them.
Delin Province is the first non-Myanmar Economic Zone province to complete all village transformations. The main reason is that this area has become wealthier.
Tourism income skyrocketed.
Therefore.
More funding.
After being here for so long, Zhou Yan has become quite the local among foreigners, introducing it with a tone filled with envy. It wasn’t the villas he was envious of.
But the environment.
Lush mountains.
Clear waters.
Smoke from cooking.
Barking dogs.
Fat fish.
...
Honestly.
Overall, it surpasses many villages in Huaxia, where roads aren’t fully accessible and houses are built independently, unlike here.
One home per family.
For free?
Not really.
But through subsidies.
Locals pay a bit, the village pays a bit, but the former takes the larger share. What if the latter can’t pay? In the past, maybe, but with all the work now available.
Want to repay.
It’s easy, just a few years of work.
No work.
The locals will help you find some. As long as you’re not lazy, you can repay it all. Even if it takes time, pay little by little, since there’s no interest on this part.
No rush.
No coercion.
If you never pay, they won’t seize the house.
Of course.
If you deliberately don’t pay even though you can, then sorry, you can’t take advantage of state benefits so easily. There are measures in place.
Zhou Yan speculated.
The shortest, three years.
Typical, five years.
At most, ten years later.
Perhaps.
This place will become one of the countries leading in the global happiness index. Why the lead? Because Zhou Yan thought of Europe; now that’s carefree living.
Recently.
Even though there’s a crisis, it doesn’t stop them from being carefree. As long as the Euro exists, the European welfare system is an uphill vehicle.
Behind the path, countless people stand.
They can only go up.
Not down.
Retreat.
Under the wheels there would be bodies everywhere, streets full of placards. Zhou Yan doesn’t believe that scene will happen unless the EU self-destructs.
Otherwise.
It’s just wishful thinking.
...
Outside the window.
Village after village zipped by, while the Thai higher-ups in business class sat in leather chairs, looking uncomfortable with rigid expressions.
Five years ago.
Outside the window.
Those asphalt roads were all gravel. Those small villas, many were wooden huts, even just grass sheds, and as for a passenger car, that was a luxury.
Now.
It’s a complete transformation.
Villas.
Roads.
Passenger cars.
Everything’s there.
Looking at it all, it seems to mock their incompetence, filling their hearts with inexplicable bitterness, despite probably not being mocked intentionally, but hearts feel that way.
Comparing.
It stings the eyes.
Forget it.
Out of sight, out of mind. They close their eyes to rest, calculating what this railway will bring Thailand, first off, it certainly will bring tourists.
Secondly.
There’s the goods.
If this railway was only for passengers, it’d be a waste, but upon reflection, Thailand doesn’t seem to export much to Myanmar.
Yes.
Myanmar lacks everything.
But.
Thailand has nothing.
Grain?
Myanmar is a major grain producer, even with a surge in tourists, there’s no need to import grain. As for industrial products, Huaxia is right next door.
Great quality.
Low price.
Blatant envy.
Truly.
They wish to develop manufacturing in Thailand, but lack the foundation. Other countries have consecutive terms for Five-Year Plans.
Thailand?
Dreams.
Finishing one term smoothly is commendable. Thailand’s president faces significant risks, often ousted by the military, unable to ensure continuity of direction.
Also.
No money.
In short.
These high-ranking officials have little interest in catching up with Myanmar, focusing on completing a term without being disgracefully ousted is already lucky.
Beyond that.
No extravagant hopes.
Great power?
Uh!
Forget it.
Historically, they’ve always been a small country, lacking interest in reversing their fate, unlike Huaxia, which in history was only surpassed by outsiders for a brief one or two centuries.
The rest of the time, it has always been the leader.
Therefore.
The drive to return to the peak is there, but Thailand has always been the underdog, be it in area, population, or history. It’s hard to harbor ambitions of reaching the top.
Laying low.
Is fine.
There’s enough to eat and drink, not starving. Leave world-changing tasks to other nations. Upon this thought, spirits lifted, looking out at the scenery.
Mmm!
Good!
At least it’s giving Southeast Asian countries a good name.
...
An hour later.
They passed the border station, and the train entered Thailand.
"..."
Zhou Yan was speechless.
The incredibly weak mobile signal forced him to close the live broadcast room. Even making a call was difficult, let alone live streaming, the disparity was immediately apparent.
Bear in mind.
He was using a Thai SIM card. Having visited in July, anticipating future use, he hadn’t canceled it. Just over the border, this happened.
Beside him.
"Gone."
A young foreigner shrugged, "In terms of network coverage, Thailand really falls short." Zhou Yan gave a slight smile, acknowledging his words.
No choice.
He could only watch the downloaded movie.
However.
The comfort lay in the fact that it was lunchtime, and while it wasn’t too lavish, there was quite a variety. The first car even served steak.
"Not bad."
"The taste is quite good."
"..."
Zhou Yan contentedly ate the meat. Evidently, the seasoning was cultivated using modulation solution. While this might be a perk exclusive to the first trip.
He felt lucky to have experienced it.
As he ate.
And looked out the window, his mobile phone kept recording. Although he couldn’t stream live, he could later edit the footage into videos to upload to Headlines. He doesn’t just live broadcast.
He also engages in this kind of self-media.
However.
The company has a clause that only allows him to make recorded videos on Headlines-type platforms, prohibiting live streaming. The reason is straightforward: now the internet is dominated by Tang Group.
Video.
Communication.
Entertainment.
Social Interaction.
Hardware.
Software.
...
All are covered. Even the severely beaten Penguin, or Ali’s rival Jingdong, are gradually becoming rivals and allies, starting some cooperation.
Therefore.
As long as one doesn’t infringe on the platform’s main business—live streaming, nobody bothers.
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