Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1966: Chapter 1790: Afraid You Won’t Behave

This year’s Nobel Prize.

Needless to say.

The most attention-grabbing, naturally, are the three Burmese scientists. Who could blame the transcription fluid for being too revolutionary, capable of curing terminal illnesses, saving millions, transforming deserts, and benefiting billions.

It could be described as great merit, limitless.

Furthermore.

It can also cultivate fruit wine that stops addiction.

Therefore.

Everyone present was intensely curious as to how such epoch-making technology was developed by those three reserved, frail-looking elderly men. Was it heaven’s favor?

“They aren’t even wearing suits.”

“Disrespectful.”

“Humph.”

“A bunch of natives.”

“…”

On site.

Many people wondered why the three Burmese scientists were not wearing suits but wore Burmese attire.

Western award.

The scientists did not follow “When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” and some people’s expressions changed, but only a few; most cast friendly glances, only a minority had that superiority complex.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I represent the Swedish Royal Family to welcome you, to participate, and witness this group of awards driving human progress, the Nobel Prize award ceremony. Thank you.”

The king took the stage.

Looking enthusiastic.

Every year.

It’s only at this grand event that they can make a mark worldwide; usually, apart from scandals, the royal family is almost unknown. Most people don’t even know Sweden has a royal family.

Very helpless.

…

Myanmar.

It’s already early hours.

However.

Many are watching the live broadcast, even though they feel the Nobel Prize is just that, but since they’re already there, it counts as an honor. The key thing is to show support for the three scientists.

“These old guys talk a lot.”

“Ten minutes already.”

“It’s the first time I know Sweden has a king.”

“Same here.”

“Do you think, should we have a king? Ling’s position, a lifelong tenure might be difficult, but as a king, it’s possible. If someone else comes up, we don’t trust them.”

“This could work.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Support.”

“…”

Thailand, Cambodia, Malay, Brunei, just within ASEAN, there are four countries with royal families, accounting for forty percent. They are very eager to stabilize Ling’s position further.

No fear of being overthrown.

A king.

Seems like a good choice.

…

At home.

Lang Cai watched the TV with a complex expression, seeing the three conspicuously dressed scientists; the Nobel Prize coming to Myanmar is an honor with no relation to him, truly frustrating.

No.

Not entirely irrelevant.

After all.

Ling’s rise.

It was his nod that suppressed the largest opposition, temporarily pacifying the military. He thought that even if Ling passed being ’acting president,’ the main power of Myanmar was in his hands.

However.

Things took an unexpected turn.

Political.

Military.

Business.

Ling took a unique path, penetrating during his acting presidency in unexpected ways. In just a year, his seemingly solid influence was dismantled into pieces.

His interest group crumbled.

A new interest group replaced it.

No solution.

Until now.

He still believes it was he who gave Ling the time to develop. If he could do it over again, he would ensure Ling didn’t get a chance to rise, no matter the cost. Would it have been a different story then?

Ugh!

“Haha.”

Lang Cai chuckled.

’Sigh!’

With a long sigh.

If it were him, would Myanmar be this good now? Not necessarily. The interest groups under him wouldn’t care about ordinary people’s lives, even if he wanted to do something, his subordinates wouldn’t agree.

Therefore.

If done over.

It’s just himself getting fatter, with little benefit to the people. Besides, if someone betrayed and leaked technology, they might not even get a sip of soup. Thinking this, Lang Cai grew even more depressed.

Clearly.

Ling is truly more suitable than him.

“Father, will we never have a chance again?”

Beside him.

The eldest daughter spoke with bitterness.

Envy.

Jealousy.

Kept her often awake at night.

Lang Cai didn’t respond to her, as Myanmar developed better, the Myanmar Bank Group made more money; as the former ruler, the biggest interest group, the contrast deepens, utterly irreparable.

A trillion-dollar enterprise.

Who wouldn’t be envious?

However.

They have to weigh their strength; looking for trouble isn’t hard. Ling, for his sake, gave his family wealth. If they misbehave, even if Ling doesn’t act, others surely will.

His door.

This year barely anyone has visited.

Even Kan Qin.

Only came on his birthday, sitting down to chat about the present and talk about future outlooks. Kan Qin is open-hearted, not afraid of being misunderstood by Ling. Seeing Kan Qin’s extreme admiration for Ling, Lang Cai felt quite envious.

No comparison, no pain.

During his time.

GDP was less than a billion.

Ling rise.

Increased dozens of times, last year’s over three hundred billion dollars, this year breaking five hundred billion is no problem.

In comparison.

He was entirely incompetent.

“Father.”

“Hmm?”

“Third cousin got reassigned today.”

“Oh.”

“You know?”

“Didn’t know,” Lang Cai said indifferently, the family is large, mainly in the government and military. Over the past two years, more than half resigned from their original units, and half of those remaining were demoted.

The reason is simple.

The assessments.

Ling implemented a more detailed and strict assessment system for government and military personnel across Myanmar, promoting the capable and demoting the mediocre, clearing a large batch of those idle.

Dismissal?

Not to that extent.

Because some jobs don’t need strong ability or high efficiency, just an average level is enough. So, those previously improperly promoted with insufficient skills.

Demotion.

Normal.

“Father, with this, we have no one left in the presidential office anymore,” the eldest daughter said. In her view, this was Ling’s final liquidation, clearing out dissent.

Upon hearing this.

Lang Cai turned to look at her.

“Good that there’s none.”

“Why?”

“If he’s there, I wouldn’t feel secure.”

“??”

“Afraid you wouldn’t behave.”

…

Huaxia.

Shanghai Stock Market.

After listening to the king’s lengthy speech and the Nobel Prize Committee’s address, Tang Qing finally saw the award segment, the first was the Literature Prize, won by French renowned writer Mali.

“Hmm.”

Tang Qing nodded.

Not bad.

Besides having lush hair, he had no other feelings; literature is something hard to distinguish in quality, under his name, Tang Qing had almost read all the works, but frankly, it was just that.

At least.

Did not move him.

The second was the Economic Prize, an American economist, awarded for his analysis of trade models and positioning economic activities, indeed a bit impressive.

Unfortunately.

Not impressing Tang Qing.

The third was the Chemistry Prize, awarded to three people from Japan, the United States, and a Chinese-American, for achievements in GFP discovery and research.

If not for transcription fluid.

This time.

The Medicine Prize winners, a high probability was for the three French and German scientists, as they discovered viruses causing AIDS and cervical cancer. Unfortunately, even cancer can now be treated.

Discovery merits.

Significance greatly diminished.

Therefore.

The most depressed are those three French and German scientists, who almost made history, but now can only be spectators.