Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1612 - 1447 Chinatown (Please subscribe!)

Chapter 1612: Chapter 1447 Chinatown (Please subscribe!)

They walked for a while longer.

They came across another group.

Lin Jiaxue couldn’t help but ask, "Tangtang, I remember hearing that people here usually go out in the morning for almsgiving. Why are they out at night too?" Before she came, she did her homework and looked into the local customs.

It was said they only go out in the morning.

No mention of nighttime almsgiving.

According to custom.

These people only eat two meals a day—one at 4 a.m. and another at around 10 a.m.—then refrain from eating for the rest of the day. They only drink water, though some juice is acceptable. Other than those two times, they cannot eat.

It’s quite odd.

"That’s why they say, reading ten thousand books can’t compare to traveling ten thousand miles."

Tang Qing didn’t explain further.

"Oh." Lin Jiaxue could only nod. Since the situation was happening right before her eyes, it was better not to dwell on whether it was reasonable or not. Watching the children, she asked again, "How long do they stay in the temple?"

Since the books were ’wrong.’

She turned to the ’all-knowing’ Tang Qing.

"Anywhere from a month to half a year. After Ling took office, there’s been significant investment in education, implementing compulsory education similar to that in Huaxia. All children of school age must receive a compulsory education in school," Tang Qing explained.

"However, some things take time to change. So, a compromise was reached, allowing this arrangement to exist. Of course, some people want to devote their entire lives to monasticism, and the temples also maintain a limited quota for such cases."

"Additionally, they’ve established universities to protect their interests through legislation. This way, everyone’s interests are balanced."

In the past.

For various reasons.

Hunger.

Poverty.

Education.

Medical treatment.

Prayers for blessings.

...

People would become monks for all sorts of reasons. Significant changes have occurred in the past two years. This is an inevitable outcome of economic development. The government has addressed issues like hunger, poverty, education, and medical care.

As long as they’re willing to work.

No one will starve.

Thus.

Ling discussed the matter with the senior monks. There was some initial resistance, but despite their profound knowledge and wisdom, they stood no chance against Ling’s impressive debating skills, which could practically leave people speechless. In just one hour, Ling had them rendered mute.

National interests.

The interests of the people.

In the face of national priorities and the right to education for all, not a single monk dared to refute Ling. Tang Qing could vividly recall the expressions of the senior monks back then—they looked at Ling like he was a monster.

Ling had completely intimidated them.

The psychological scars left were probably significant.

And so.

The current situation came to be.

"That’s really great. Children should have the right to equal education," Lin Jiaxue praised. "Ling truly has some remarkable skills, creating the Myanmar Economic Zone and providing these benefits."

"I’m quite skilled myself."

Tang Qing hugged Lin Jiaxue.

Lin Jiaxue said, "But I’m a bit worried that their simple way of life might gradually be polluted by money."

"At the very least, they now have food to eat, schools to attend, hospitals for medical care, jobs to pursue, and opportunities to live out their dreams. Once people have all these things, their hearts will naturally return," Tang Qing said.

"Really?"

"Not really."

"..."

"Economic development is undoubtedly good as long as it’s properly guided. The most critical factor is the rule of law; when the cost of injustice and illegal behavior increases, people are more inclined to do good," Tang Qing said.

For example, the question of whether to help someone in need.

As long as the fear of being falsely accused is resolved.

The majority of people are kind-hearted and willing to help.

"I think I understand a bit," Lin Jiaxue said thoughtfully.

As they continued walking.

They came across a Chinese man handing out flyers.

"Sir, we’ve just opened a new seafood buffet. It’s 30% off—after the discount, only 210 Asia Dollars per person." Seeing Tang Qing and his group, the young man hesitated for a moment.

But he mustered the courage to approach them.

Even though Tang Qing was dressed impeccably.

And had bodyguards.

Who says rich people don’t eat buffets? Besides, theirs was a high-end seafood buffet; the regular price was 300 per person.

"We’ve already had dinner."

"You could come tomorrow and give it a try. Just show this flyer for the discount."

"Alright."

Tang Qing took the flyer, though he wouldn’t be going—they were heading to Delin Province tomorrow night. In the past few months, the number of Chinese restaurants in Yangon had skyrocketed. It seemed wherever there was money to be made, you’d find industrious Chinese people.

"Thank you."

He glanced at the flyer.

There was even a small map on it.

Oh.

Tang Qing noticed that Chinatown was just a short distance ahead.

After turning a couple of corners.

Sure enough, they arrived at Chinatown. The sign was quite traditional, but the street itself was rather small. At this moment, it was officially night market time, with food stalls selling barbecue snacks lining both sides of the road. A wave of delicious aromas wafted through the air.

It was quite crowded.

There’s a Chinatown in Xin’an City too.

But instead of just one street, there are many.

They’re distributed in various directions across the city, mainly for the convenience of hotel guests dining nearby. Moreover, there are regulations in place—for example, only three establishments can operate on the same street for a particular type of main product.

Also.

Night markets are not allowed.

This rule is widely welcomed.

Since most establishments operate 24/7, there’s no need for night markets. With such cluttered and dilapidated buildings, they’re bound to be torn down and rebuilt eventually.

If not.

When foreign tourists come.

It’s not just the city’s image that suffers but also the ’brand’ image of Chinatown.

"Should we go in?"

"Let’s take a look, since we’re here."

Tang Qing uttered one of the most relatable phrases in the world of tourism.

Once inside.

Shouts of vendors filled the air.

Though it’s called Chinatown.

More than half of the shouts were in Burmese.

Aside from the elderly.

Few Chinese descendants here spoke Chinese, but that situation was bound to change soon. With Ling in office, basic Chinese had been made a compulsory subject. Families with children picked it up, and adults also inevitably began learning.

They hadn’t walked far.

When they saw someone making sugar figures.

An elderly man.

Under a small ladle in his skilled hands, a vividly lifelike horse took shape on the platform—his craftsmanship was genuinely impressive.

The audience clapped enthusiastically.

The old man handed the horse to a young man, who paid readily. Without pause, the elderly craftsman started on the next creation—a butterfly. It took him no more than thirty seconds to finish.

Business was booming.

Skill.

Always the core competitive advantage; ordinary competitors could only watch and admire.

Fish.

Dragons.

Phoenixes.

...

He even made cartoon characters.

This elderly man was quite trendy.

"What would you like, sir?" The craftsman had long noticed Tang Qing watching silently and asked.

Tang Qing smiled and said, "Just admiring. Your craftsmanship is excellent."

"Lowly craft—just trying to make a living," the elderly man replied candidly with a smile.

"The distinction between ranks is a relic of feudalism. This is now traditional craftsmanship, and you won’t go hungry wherever you practice it." Tang Qing said.

"Let’s hope so. Please wait a moment."

Then.

The old man began sketching on the platform again.

Soon.

A small Buddha-shaped sugar figure was created.

"..."

Just a few sentences.

And the elderly man could tell Tang Qing was from Huaxia. Given the time and circumstance, it was likely he was here for medical treatment. Knowing that Tang Qing genuinely just wanted to observe, the elderly man decided to gift it.

Handing it over to Tang Qing.

"It’s for you."

Tang Qing looked amused.

I... Never mind.

"Thank you." Tang Qing accepted it reluctantly.

Without paying.

Though the elderly craftsman practiced this craft, he didn’t lack money at all. Tang Qing left with Lin Jiaxue, calmly walking away. He took a bite of the sugar figure, reminiscing about its familiar taste, though it was quite sweet. Lin Jiaxue ended up eating the rest.