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Chapter 1611 - 1446 Population Planning (Please Subscribe!)

Chapter 1611: Chapter 1446 Population Planning (Please Subscribe!)

Dusk.

The news was broadcast.

The contents of the three agreements were officially disclosed.

It delighted everyone.

Today, the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group’s shares rose another six points, and countless investors believed that with such favorable news, this Jumbo company still had vast investment potential.

Thus.

Large amounts of dollars, euros, and other currencies flowed into Myanmar Bank.

Exchanged to Asia Dollar.

Injected into various investment companies.

A considerable portion was personal trusteeship, ready to place heavy bets on Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group. Seeing Myanmar Environmental Technology Company end slightly lower today, Tang Kai’s itching hands ultimately restrained themselves.

"Forget it, one can’t earn all the money in the world."

He glanced at the calm Tang Qing.

And felt that he had wasted so many years of his life.

At this moment.

The group had already arrived in Yangon.

Naypyidaw to Yangon is close by; the old highway was over 400 kilometers, but the new eight-lane expressway shortened it by more than 30 kilometers. Previously a five to six-hour journey, now just over three hours is enough.

Entering the urban area.

They got held up by traffic several times.

"So many people," remarked Lin Jiaxue.

"Yangon’s population is over seven million, exceeding one-eighth of Myanmar’s total and nearing one-seventh. Coupled with the lack of large-scale skyscrapers or high-rise residential buildings, the congestion isn’t surprising," explained Tang Kai.

Tang Qing rolled down the car window.

Yangon.

The largest city in Myanmar, and the former capital, undeniably grand. Precisely because it’s so vast and populous, change is challenging. Therefore, Ling hadn’t undertaken large-scale urban development here yet.

Instead, the focus was placed on Naypyidaw, Xin’an City, as well as infrastructure in the fields of transportation, electricity, and new rural areas. After those are mostly completed, existing city planning here would be reconsidered.

Thus.

New construction in Yangon was minimal.

Road traffic remained unchanged.

The entire city resembled a park in character, bearing unique traits, much like Xin’an City. The influx of a large number of patients led to a mix of complexions here. Initially, this caused some issues.

Xin’an City.

Ling had absolute control.

Naypyidaw.

The same.

But it’s different here. As the former Myanmar capital, local forces were very powerful, and they weren’t very welcoming to the arrival of these patients. Since they couldn’t benefit from them, some people started resorting to threats and extortion.

Malicious actors emerged.

Local authorities mishandled a few incidents.

Thus.

Ling directly assigned a fighter as the head of Yangon Province. With Ling’s command over military power, the situation was quickly brought under control—those detained were detained, those sentenced were sentenced, thousands were sent to mining fields.

In no time.

Public security became extremely good, and the odd, sarcastic voices disappeared, replaced by praise.

Now.

Hundreds of people released from mining fields became quite obedient. They didn’t wish to return to that place. Only those who’ve lost freedom can understand its value. Repeat offenders face three years at minimum.

The car moved intermittently.

Arriving at a villa.

Another property of the Second Uncle.

Just purchased recently.

"Boss Tang, good evening."

After finishing dinner.

A couple approached for a visit.

"Old Cheng, I was just about to invite you over for tea, and here you are," Tang Kai laughed, shaking hands with the middle-aged man entering. He spoke in Chinese, clearly with a Guang Province accent.

Data flashed across Tang Qing’s vision.

Cheng Guangyuan.

Ancestral home in Guang Province.

Myanmar-born Chinese.

He runs tourism-related businesses, operates several hotels in Yangon, and owns numerous storefronts in Chinatown. A third-batch member of the Myanmar Asia Chamber of Commerce, recommended by the Miao Family in Naypyidaw, he met the Second Uncle at a chamber meeting.

"I was just taking a walk after dinner nearby, saw cars here, and thought I’d stop by," Cheng Guangyuan said with a smile. Of course, that’s not the truth—last night, Tang Kai had dinner at the Miao Family residence, and he knew Tang Kai would be coming to Yangon.

Naturally.

He couldn’t wait for them to visit first.

Cheng Guangyuan wasn’t someone important.

Tang Kai, however, was.

As a first-batch member of the Myanmar Asia Chamber of Commerce, and a core one at that, Tang Kai’s status was just below the Miao Family. The Miao Family’s eldest son held a prominent position, serving as one of Ling’s trusted aides.

"Come inside to sit for a while."

"Hope I’m not disturbing your rest."

"Not at all."

Tang Kai led Cheng Guangyuan and his wife into the house.

Upon spotting Tang Qing in the living room.

Cheng Guangyuan couldn’t help but feel stirred—Huaxia’s richest man, the world’s second wealthiest tycoon, with assets exceeding a hundred billion dollars, the legendary Trillionaire Tang—he finally saw him in person today.

After introductions.

Tang Kai took Cheng Guangyuan to the backyard.

Since they weren’t well acquainted.

Tang Kai didn’t ask Tang Qing to accompany them.

"Jiaxue, shall we go for a stroll?"

"Sure."

Afterwards.

Tang Qing held Lin Jiaxue’s hand and stepped outside. The villa district wasn’t large, but it was located within the city center’s prime zone and highly sought after. Through the glasses display, it was evident half of the villas here were sold to foreign tycoons in the past few months.

Unfortunately.

The transaction prices weren’t high.

Because everyone knew the city in Myanmar with the greatest future potential was Xin’an City. Second now is Naypyidaw, and for third, even Yangon wasn’t a certainty—Myanmar’s economic zones featured many new towns.

Thus.

Yangon’s house prices didn’t rise significantly, just a little over double.

"Beep beep."

As they were about to exit through the main gate.

A black BMW sports car rushed out from behind. The guard hurriedly lifted the barrier. The sports car’s engine roared, disappearing from view. Seeing this, Tang Qing smiled; when people have money, there are more flamboyant individuals.

With money.

If they weren’t allowed to spend it.

They’d surely feel discontent.

A three-million-dollar car, taxed at one and a half million, quite fair. For this, automakers even complained a few times, calling it trade protection, but when ignored, they quieted down.

The nighttime scenery of Yangon was rather beautiful.

People bustling about.

There were numerous unregulated street vendors along the roads, unbothered by anyone.

Tang Qing knew.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to manage it.

Rather, they couldn’t at the moment—in such a massive city, many people relied on this livelihood, making it impossible to enforce order like Xin’an City or Naypyidaw.

Next steps.

Major infrastructure projects will be completed.

Various new towns will be finished.

Basic industries from here will begin moving inward, utilizing various policies to attract locals. Additionally, the first phase of Delin Province’s tourism development will draw a large population there.

At that point.

The revamping and replanning of Yangon can begin.

Ultimately.

The planned population for Yangon is about 1.5 million, though Ling hasn’t proposed this plan yet. Rather than giving people hope through promises, it’s better to prepare the "pie" and serve it when delivered.

As they walked along.

Tang Qing spotted several young monks.

They were quite young.

Around eleven or twelve years old.

Holding alms bowls, they roamed seeking offerings. Whether people gave anything or not, they remained smiling and courteous. This was almost unheard of in Xin’an City—previously, the area was full of flower plantations, situated in the mountains, with few monks.

After the establishment of the Myanmar Economic Zone.

Those few monks were taken care of and didn’t need to seek alms.

As Tang Qing passed by.

One young monk tried to approach, but a fighter stopped him.

Tang Qing waved his hand.

Pulled out several Asia Dollar bills from his pocket and placed them into the monk’s bowl, earning words of blessing in return. Not even a kilometer further, he encountered two more groups. Sensing the trend, he directly handed a stack of Asia Dollar bills to the fighter.

If encountered, distribute them.

After all, it’s money printed by him.

So abundant it could be burned like firewood.