Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1989: Chapter 1812: 2008 GDP

The next day.

Xin’an City.

The sun rises as usual.

A new day.

The shops in the city are as bustling as ever, but tourists fail to see much joy on the local faces. This situation has persisted for over a month since the disappearance of the three scientists.

In response.

One can only express deep sympathy.

A month.

What is meant to happen has surely already happened.

“Is there still no news?”

“Hmm.”

“Damn villains.”

“Damn.”

“…”

Regarding Ling.

Many people initially had criticisms, but public opinion quickly shifted as Ling had said from the start: Escape is the behavior of cowards, have faith in Sweden’s security.

Thus.

The blame can only be directed at Sweden and the villains.

However.

Sweden recently donated some money; although not much, and not directly to the public, at least it’s something. No doubt, the biggest vent of anger is directed at the villains who kidnapped the scientists.

More than a month.

Worry.

Anxiety.

Tension.

…

Many people could not sleep, such a major incident occurred, yet Ling’s support rate did not drop at all, even his reputation grew higher, because many people realized the foundation of happy life.

Technology?

Wealth?

No.

Neither.

It’s a strong leader, and this leader is considerate of them. Now, they have one, and it’s Ling. With Ling around, they believe life will definitely be better.

…

Naypyidaw.

Embassy.

“Not happy.”

The expression on Bluem’s face disclosed these three words. He initially thought the disappearance of the three scientists would deal a blow to Ling’s prestige in Myanmar, after all, Ling ordered the three scientists to go.

However.

Quite the opposite.

No blow.

Instead, growth.

Indeed, it made him upset. Now, with all united as one, hearts united against the common enemy, the panic among the people lasted only a few days, and then turned into support for Ling, hatred for the villains, and scorn towards Sweden.

Speaking of which.

Can you be more ’normal’?

Should protest.

Start protesting, he felt helpless. He initially wanted to organize some dissatisfied people against Ling online for a demonstration, but after sending the money, there ended up being no one.

Swindler.

A bunch of swindlers.

At that time.

He cursed for half an hour.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Organized five times. Their people had completely given up on finding opposition online, beginning to search offline, yet just after negotiating, the people they found were all arrested.

Incidentally.

Went to take someone once again.

That day.

He felt completely defeated.

Took someone.

Took someone.

Been in office for so long, twenty times, or thirty times? He couldn’t quite recall. Anyway, the plan to incite protest and create a big scene ended before it even got a chance to start.

Ling.

Still the same Ling.

Myanmar.

Still as troublesome.

Late last year.

To enhance the United States’ influence in Myanmar, they organized a seminar form, inviting Myanmar’s leading entrepreneurs, intending to spread ’American-style democracy’ and instill ’advanced systems’.

However.

Few attendees.

Approach?

Not a single one. Only a few foreigners doing business in Myanmar expressed closeness, but this wasn’t what he wanted. What can these people do? Can they affect Myanmar’s economy?

No.

Several months ago.

Alternative products event.

Many predicted that Myanmar’s economy would encounter problems, foreign investments withdrew in large amounts, almost exhausting Myanmar’s foreign exchange reserves; at that time, Myanmar’s major entrepreneurs took over, reducing the impact to a minimum.

Later.

Myanmar Bank Group repurchase.

From then on.

The influence of foreign capital weakened to a considerably feeble level. Even if bundled together, they could not shake Myanmar’s economy. What use are such people if there are a dozen of them?

“Let’s have Sichuan cuisine for lunch!”

“Pa!”

In annoyance.

Lost focus.

Bluem slapped himself on the face.

Damn.

Too idle.

He got used to thinking about lunch right after breakfast.

Embarrassing.

However.

Sichuan cuisine is really good!

At this moment.

The TV content caught his attention; as an embassy official, watching the country’s news is also a task. He saw Kan Qin’s face appear on the screen, and the content was quite sensational.

“In 2007, our GDP growth rate was 403 percent. Last year, under President Ling’s wise leadership and the collective efforts of various sectors, we again achieved remarkable success.”

“In 2008.”

“Myanmar’s GDP was 683 billion US dollars, a year-on-year growth of 102 percent.”

“…”

After listening.

Even though he was prepared, Bluem was still shocked.

Several years ago.

Less than twenty billion, years later, multiplied dozens of times; the previous year’s growth of over 400 percent was already seen as high. He thought achieving double-digit growth last year would be pretty good.

However.

Early last year.

The ’oasis’ debuted.

Ten thousand square kilometers of managed area, contract price exceeding 200 billion dollars, dazzling many, coupled with the ceaseless construction of city, highway, railway, and other infrastructure.

In 2008.

Myanmar achieved triple-digit growth once more.

Nearly 700 billion.

Calculating.

Likely squeezes into the world’s top twenty; 500 billion is only eligible to hover around twentieth place, with 683 billion it could move forward two or three spots.

Because.

Up to the sixteenth or seventeenth positions, they are nearly all trillion-dollar economies. The strong only get stronger. Except for Huaxia gradually advancing into the top three, changes have been little; developed countries take turns sitting.

“Let’s see how you hold up this year.”

Bluem curled his lips.

Last year.

The ’oasis’ boosted them. Even if they sold out completely this year, it would at most be equal to last year, not to mention, might not sell out completely. If there’s another growth point, it would only be the modulation solution.

“Oh!”

“Really?”

Having witnessed miracles.

Bluem dared not speak too resolutely; the modulation solution’s efficacy had already spread globally. If all are indeed true, then perhaps it would be a product no weaker than the ’oasis’.

“…”

Damn.

This group has such good luck.

Waiting.

One day, this technology will be the United States’, perhaps won’t wait long. His suspects in the three scientists’ disappearance first fell on other consortiums and the Swedish royal family.

Regardless of who.

As long as they are under the control of Western world forces.

Work hard.

May not be impossible to find.

…

On-site.

Kan Qin kept reading the data.

The more he read.

The more excited he became. In fact, this time’s GDP underwent revision; originally reported totals exceeded 700 billion dollars, he rejoiced for a while, the next day Ling held a meeting.

Said a report was received.

Some state data was false.

Immediately.

Investigation team sent down, checked; many people were swiftly removed. Kan Qin supported Ling’s earnestness, then requested provinces and states to submit new data, scaring many.

Eventually.

Hundreds of billions became less in the first statistics.

Despite this.

Kan Qin was satisfied; Ling’s target was 50 percent, now with 100 percent growth, exceeding the goal, hoping next year’s target is—no negative growth.