Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2500: Chapter 2338: Orchestrating Luck

Chatting.

Eating.

Drinking wine.

That’s all there is to these gatherings. To broaden their horizons, some even brought their younger generations. The generational gap was just too large.

Tang Qing.

Twenty-four years old, in his prime.

They.

At the very least, each of them was forty or fifty years old, more than just a single generational gap. The scene of them standing together was a bit disjointed. Someone needed to mediate.

Although.

The younger ones seemed to be on a different level compared to Tang Qing, but getting familiar with his face was still beneficial.

Everyone present.

Either had power.

Or had money.

In their own domains, they were as powerful as they came, with dictates that weren’t up for debate. Even their younger generations carried an air of arrogance. It was fitting to have these younger ones interact with Tang Qing.

Learn something.

See something.

Observe something.

You’re twenty-four and still chasing girls and mooching off your parents.

And him?

The world’s second-richest person, with assets worth over 800 billion USD. Wealth so vast that even craning your neck, you’d never reach it. Exceptionally outstanding.

In facing Tang Qing.

The younger ones, who usually acted arrogantly elsewhere, had to tone it down. Sure, Tang Qing was a Huaxia native, so-called "powerful dragons don’t crush local snakes."

However.

He had many friends!

Domestic.

International.

The power he amassed through Hummingbird was formidable. If offended, that might be manageable in South Africa, but if one went to another country and got dealt with,

there’d be nowhere to argue your case.

Therefore.

They didn’t fear Tang Qing’s wealth, but feared his influence.

...

Afternoon.

Three o’clock.

The convoy departed.

Heading to the Wan Qing South Africa district, where the airport wasn’t completed yet. Plus, since it was Tang Qing’s first visit to South Africa, he chose to travel by car.

Not too far.

Because of this.

Allen Zuma, one of the partners at the South Africa park, arranged quite a security presence. Two police cars flanked front and back with lights flashing, quite the spectacle.

Along the way.

Attracted quite the attention.

...

In the car.

As they drove.

Allen was introducing things.

"This highway just opened a month ago, greatly easing the traffic pressure in the surrounding areas. Your Huaxia companies work fast and efficiently."

"..."

"The high-voltage transmission towers along the way are products of your Central Africa park. Once the South Africa park goes into production, the demand for the power grid alone will be huge."

"The authorities plan to establish a power grid covering all of South Africa within five years."

"..."

South Africa’s development had also started picking up pace in recent years. Besides the loans from Myanmar Bank, they themselves realized the need to move forward.

Standing still.

The position of being the leader was precarious.

In the past.

South Africa always prided itself as the big brother of Africa, whether economically or militarily, always first. But now, Myanmar loans were throughout Africa.

One by one, they started progressing.

In recent years.

The GDP growth rates of many African countries exceeded twenty percent annually. South Africa, priding itself as the big brother, naturally couldn’t just stand still and become a laughingstock.

Therefore.

They, too, began increasing investment in civic projects.

The results were remarkable.

Water.

Power grid.

Communication.

Gas.

These four aspects saw a coverage increase of eighty percent based on a few years ago. The total volume wasn’t huge, mainly because the base was previously low.

But the growth rate was astounding.

Five years.

Covering South Africa with a power grid.

Is it difficult?

It is.

But with government and local capital together, like the Congo Gold United Power Grid Co., the pressure is significantly reduced.

...

Didn’t drive long.

Up ahead.

A huge construction site suddenly appeared, stretching endlessly.

Upon seeing this.

Allen couldn’t help but feel happy.

"Look."

"This is our urban construction project. Initiated by Myanmar Bank Group and invested in by major South African capitals. This is the third in fact."

Speaking of which.

Allen couldn’t help but sigh.

In recent years.

Starting from Roy City in India, the urban construction projects of Myanmar Bank Group blossomed in third-world countries. From the initial hesitation,

to now,

there’s a struggle to invest.

Because.

It’s just too successful.

Planning.

Design.

Facilities.

...

It was all deemed perfect, arguably the world’s most successful real estate project. Nations and capitalists couldn’t do it themselves and had to hold on to Myanmar Bank Group.

It had become a brand.

Others tried to learn.

But hardly anyone bought into it. Now, it’s always all capitals across countries together, then they seek out Myanmar Bank Group, otherwise nothing would materialize.

Need money.

Get money.

Need land.

Get land.

Local problems were solved by the investors, and what Myanmar Bank Group had to do was design and build, turning drawings into reality.

No matter who’s the client or investor.

They have to listen.

Everything.

According to their wishes, you could say this is the most arrogant contractor globally, yet no one dares say much. Because they help you make money.

A city.

When built,

the investors’ profit is quite substantial. Also, the return cycle is very short. Because of the fast construction speed, it won’t exceed two years, a bit over a year.

Twenty to thirty percent profit.

Honestly.

Who wouldn’t be tempted?

Put in billions.

And over a hundred billion comes out. Even if you don’t sell and just hold, it will continuously appreciate. These capitalists couldn’t do more than practically worship Myanmar Bank Group.

As long as money is made, you say anything, and it’s that.

Anyone blocking our financial path.

We deal with them.

With such an excellent project, Allen’s family naturally invested as well. They invested a large amount. The first city in South Africa’s capital is completed.

The second is in Durban, halfway done.

The third.

Is right here, in the suburbs of Johannesburg. The main reason is this is an inland city. Although economically first, it’s not a port city.

Location is a bit off.

Fortunately.

There are many tycoons here, so the third was chosen here.

...

On the seat.

Tang Qing smiled as he looked out the window at the urban construction project, which long stopped being a ’spontaneous’ endeavor. Mostly, it was the result of private operations globally by the fighters.

Buying in.

Leading.

Joint ventures.

Giving money.

A full-package process. Otherwise, it would be like living at the mercy of the weather. One couldn’t live expecting heavenly luck; luck had to be orchestrated for it to be sustainable.

Waiting for others to give money?

Forget it!

Better take action yourself.

One could say.

In the next decade, the urban construction business will be highly profitable, very profitable. Through ’lobbying,’ some countries’ entire capitals will be rebuilt.

That’s just a small matter.

Projects.

If Tang Qing wished, he’d have endless ones to do.

...

By evening.

The convoy arrived at the park.

"Welcome."

High-ranking officials from the Northern Province of South Africa personally came to greet them, at the park’s entrance no less. Each was extremely respectful, as many big figures came with Tang Qing.

Who would dare object to dining at the park?

Allen,

sharing the same surname as the President,

Duo Su.

In Nigeria,

a colossal power presence. Both were partners in the Wan Qing Mining South Africa park. One held power in South Africa, the other was a West African jumbo.

They couldn’t be provoked.

"Let’s go in and try some Huaxia cuisine." Tang Qing warmly invited.

"Okay."