Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1601 - 1436: Do You Tang Family Members Still Want to Dominate the Rankings? (Please Subscribe!)_2

Chapter 1601: Chapter 1436: Do You Tang Family Members Still Want to Dominate the Rankings? (Please Subscribe!)_2

"You’re trading stocks?" Pei Yang asked in surprise.

"I just wanted to hitch a ride this one time, that’s all."

Wei Song quickly explained.

Upon hearing this, Pei Yang laughed and said, "I’m not saying it’s bad. Some stable investments, I think, are good. Qingyuan Technology surely won’t be a bad choice, as long as it’s not overly speculative or disrupts your life."

"I heard the land there is state-owned, and even commercial housing projects are prohibited. If you make money, you could consider buying stocks of a few major companies in Myanmar’s system—they have great future prospects in my opinion."

"Got it."

"Do good business. Xinhua City has great potential for future development," Pei Yang said.

Currently.

Myanmar and Huaxia mainly rely on land transportation, but the authorities have been trying to push for railway construction to improve the Pan-Asian Railway Network. Comparatively speaking, this place is even closer than building all the way to Xin’an City.

It’s been said that the authorities have been seeking ways to make this project happen.

As of now.

Myanmar’s internal railway network is constantly expanding.

The rail gauge follows the same standard as Huaxia’s, and it has even reached the Indian border. If Huaxia’s railway network connects with Myanmar’s, the trade pattern between Huaxia and India will be fundamentally transformed.

And Xinhua City.

is a key hub in this development.

Not long afterward.

The two arrived at the "Restaurant," which was a massive temporary living area. Countless prefabricated houses filled the space, housing construction workers from all the building projects within a three-kilometer radius.

There were few locals.

Most were Huaxia nationals.

The total resident population exceeds twenty thousand.

Places like this—Xinhua City has three of them—are arranged at the vertices of an equilateral triangle for efficient management and convenient living needs. Their "Restaurant" was basically a container-based setup.

At the moment.

Most of the workers were on the job.

But quite a few were resting. Normally, there was a cafeteria to provide meals, but its offerings were limited in variety. So opening a restaurant here became a highly profitable venture, given the presence of a twenty-thousand-strong base.

If the food’s good.

These Huaxia workers who came to Myanmar for work wouldn’t hesitate to opt for it.

Since the storefront was still under construction.

The local authorities arranged for such a temporary setup.

Previously.

This place did have operations, but unfortunately, the operators were unscrupulous—cutting corners, lacking hygiene, even using gutter oil. Naturally, after a surprise inspection, their business qualification was immediately revoked.

Lucky break.

Then they came along.

While facing some confusion and envy from others.

They secured a three-month operating license here. The rules across Myanmar were consistent—non-permanent storefronts were capped at a maximum license term of three months. By the end of three months, the new shop should be ready to open anyway.

"Boss Wei is here."

As soon as the car stopped.

Someone passing by greeted them.

"Hello, Manager Liu." Wei Song responded politely. Liu was a project manager from one of Yunnan Province’s state-owned enterprises, which often won contracts for construction projects due to proximity.

"Save me a table for dinner; I’m hosting a gathering."

"No problem."

Not far away.

The fragrant aroma of steamed dumplings wafted over.

"Feeling hungry? I’ll go buy a basket," Jiang Wan suggested.

"Alright."

They only served lunch and dinner; otherwise, the couple would have been way too busy. Thanks to Jiang Wan’s culinary skills, their business had always been brisk. Unlike the bigger domestic construction sites where workers often ask for credit, here they couldn’t rely on any such excuses.

Salaries were paid monthly.

This was mandatory.

No credit allowed.

A key rule for all restaurants here.

"Madam Boss, you’re here."

"Aunt Fang, I’ll take a basket," Jiang Wan handed over ten yuan. It was somewhat pricey, but this was the workshed area, and the workers had big appetites. Although these were steamed dumplings, they were about double the usual size.

"Coming right up."

Taking the money, the boss lady cheerfully packed a basket.

"Take care."

For Wei Song and his wife.

Local shopkeepers were all quite friendly.

Their ability to "parachute in" and open shop here made them stand out. Furthermore, renting a shop on the main road lent them even more credibility as others couldn’t even secure such spots.

...

In the evening.

Tang Qing’s Gulfstream landed in Xin’an City.

Outside the airport.

Tang Kai had been waiting for quite some time; he’d arrived a couple of days ago to inspect subsidiaries in other areas, meet with old friends, and maintain relationships. Today, he specifically came back to receive Tang Qing.

Beside him.

Wangsa was also present.

A few years ago.

He didn’t even know who Tang Qing was, and Tang Kai’s business was nearing a dead end. But who could’ve imagined? With a single transaction, the game was flipped. Tang Kai’s jewelry company received supply again—still from the same exclusive vendor.

Even now.

It was a point of envy for many.

However.

What people envied the most nowadays was Tang Kai having an incredible nephew. The world’s second-richest man, boasting a net worth of hundreds of billions of dollars—with this trajectory, he might even reach two hundred billion in a few years.

Truly mind-boggling.

Just last year, Thailand’s GDP barely surpassed two hundred billion dollars.

By comparison.

Rich enough to rival a nation was not an exaggeration.

"Boss Tang, ever feel like you’ve aged?" Wangsa sighed.

Tang Kai replied, "Not at all."

"With a nephew that wealthy, what motivation do you even have left to make money?" Wangsa asked.

"Motivation? Plenty, like surpassing Bill Gates or something—for a scenario where the Tang family occupies two of the top three spots." Tang Kai chuckled heartily. Unlike the Buddhist serenity common elsewhere, Huaxia merchants often carried a sense of insecurity.

More money.

Meant more safety.

"You sure know how to dream big," Wangsa shook his head, speechless.

The Tang family dominating the rankings, huh?

"Dreaming isn’t a crime." Tang Kai smiled.

"Hope your dreams come true."

"They must."

At that moment.

They saw Tang Qing approaching.

"Second Uncle, Chief Wangsa, it’s been a while." Tang Qing greeted them with a smile.

"Hello, Little Boss Tang." Wangsa sized up Tang Qing. He felt a completely different aura from their last encounter—this time, Tang Qing was the world’s second-richest man. Wangsa couldn’t help but feel some pressure from him.

Afterward.

Tang Qing followed his second uncle to Wei Jun’s home. Unlike his last visit, this time Wei Jun’s home had a new mistress. At the beginning of the year, Wei Jun married a Chinese woman.

Tang Kai had specifically flown in to attend the wedding.

He even played the role of officiant.

"Wishing Microcrystalline Technology’s stock price a big surge tomorrow."

"It definitely will."

"It must rise."

...

The next day.

In Xin’an City.

Outside the Myanmar Stock Exchange, the crowd was so large it nearly blocked the roads. However, the funny thing was that the massive turnout wasn’t entirely due to Qingyuan Technology’s public offering—tourists had contributed significantly to the congestion.

Nowadays.

Even though Huaxia had introduced transcription fluid.

Foreign patients were still not accepted for the time being, so Xin’an City’s flow of visitors never waned. With so many patients and their family members here, the streets were perpetually bustling. And since the exchange was located downtown...

Curious onlookers.

Combined with those witnessing history.

Made the place even more crowded.

"Why are there so many people today?"

"Qingyuan Technology’s stock launch—don’t you know?"

"I can’t understand Myanmar’s news. Besides, I heard foreigners can’t even open accounts there," a Spaniard said, shrugging. During his treatment period, his daily pastime was simply strolling around.

"Then why are you here?"

"Seeing so many people, I thought there’d be something exciting to watch."

"..."

"I heard Tang Qing might show up."

"In that case, I’ll wait—I’ve never seen Tang Qing in person before."

"Neither have I."

"..."

Soon enough.

Su Yu arrived.

As the area’s district head, he naturally had to attend the occasion of the first large foreign corporation going public in Myanmar. The media would surely cover it extensively—if his image didn’t appear, it’d count as a minor oversight.

Getting out of the car.

He realized the place was so packed that there was hardly room to stand.

Why so over-the-top?

"Look, District Chief Su Yu is here."

"Su Yu? Who’s that?"

"You’re a foreigner, so obviously, that question is beyond your scope—I have no desire to answer it."

"..."

Entering the trading hall.

A journalist approached.

Su Yu perked up—it was the national TV station.

"Chief Su Yu, today marks the first overseas high-tech enterprise going public in Myanmar. Would you say this indicates future efforts to adopt more open foreign corporate listing policies while providing an increasingly welcoming environment?"

Su Yu smiled and replied, "We’ve always welcomed high-quality foreign enterprises to seek financing in Myanmar. As long as they meet our requirements and respect the system, we’re happy to provide such a platform."

"At the same time, we’ll maintain strict admission thresholds to protect investor interests. Not only must we serve the listed companies well, but also the investors who place their trust in these businesses."

"..."

The journalist fired off several questions.

Su Yu answered them all calmly.

After the interview.

Su Yu finally saw Tang Qing and his group arriving in a leisurely manner.

"Apologies—we didn’t expect the city to be this congested," Tang Kai said as he quickly stepped forward to shake Su Yu’s hand. He knew he had to show respect to Su Yu, who was still the deputy chief.

"Boss Tang, nice to meet you." Su Yu responded warmly.

After the handshake.

Su Yu turned to Tang Qing.

"Little Boss Tang, seeing you for the second time is quite a pleasant surprise."

"Not at all..."