Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1982: Chapter 1805: Gotta Save Some Face

United States.

Washington.

Manor.

Two old men fishing by the lake.

“No clues yet?”

“Yes.”

“I think this is Gitti’s scheme, with a backup plan early on, the factory battle was just a decoy to draw attention away. I guess the three scientists have all gone home.”

“What if they haven’t?”

What if?

This was hard for me to respond to.

“We’ve done our best, we can only hope so.”

“Hmm.”

“What do you think of the Ou Wei Foundation?”

“What?”

“Pretend.”

Facing the disdain of his old friend, the old man’s wrinkled face showed more of a smile, “Checked it, no problems at all, funding is legal, operations are transparent, quite reputable within the industry.”

“…”

You know.

That’s not what I wanted to hear.

Silence.

After half a minute, I had to make it clear:

“This foundation hasn’t been around long, but it manages a lot of assets. The most critical thing is, since its inception, its biggest donor has been industries under the Myanmar Bank Group.”

“Myanmar Environmental Technology Company.”

“Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group.”

“Two of them.”

“Total donations exceed ten billion dollars. I have reason to believe this foundation has a certain connection with Gitti, otherwise, donating so much without reason just doesn’t make sense.”

“Connection?”

“Hmm.”

“Any evidence?”

“None.”

“Then there’s no connection.”

“…”

Soon enough.

He understood, this matter is not important at all. No connection is best, having a connection would be troublesome and easy for others to find out, “The internationalization of the Asia Dollar is already on the fast track.”

“Should we do something?”

He asked.

It doesn’t mean he has no opinions.

Just.

Wanted to hear others’ views.

“Watch.”

“Watch what?”

“Destiny.”

“…”

A month without seeing each other, bro, you’ve become much more philosophical! Thinking about it carefully, it indeed contains deep meaning. As for the development of the Asia Dollar, they can’t really help much. It’s good enough not to undermine it.

Dollar.

Euro.

They are already the big bosses in global trade settlement.

British Pound.

Australian Dollar.

Yen.

They’re considered as the little siblings in currency, their interest in one more little brother is not great. If you’re really a dragon, rise on your own, otherwise, even if they want to support, it’s hard to sway all consortiums.

…

Another week.

“Not found.”

That day.

The press conference by the Swedish police department ended, followed by a storm of criticism.

“Incompetent.”

“Wasting taxpayers’ money.”

“Step down.”

“So disappointed, over twenty days have passed, three scientists have been missing for over twenty days, not only failed to rescue, but we don’t even know where they are. I’m very worried about Sweden’s future.”

“Same concern.”

“The ability to handle public safety incidents is too poor.”

“Back to the furnace.”

“…”

At this.

The Swedish authorities suddenly felt… used to it.

Just curse.

Just curse.

Anyway, I don’t lose a piece of meat. Comforting themselves like this, they felt much more at ease, otherwise, what? Self-harm to apologize? Are you kidding, it’s not that we’re incompetent, it’s that the other side is too cunning.

Moreover.

Admitting a strong opponent doesn’t seem like a shameful thing.

Strong opponents.

That’s how we find direction.

Strong opponents.

We can discover our own shortcomings.

Hmm.

That’s it.

“Phew!”

Finally balanced.

Otherwise.

I’d go crazy.

Meanwhile.

Another matter also caught attention.

“It’s up again.”

“Three and a half billion dollars.”

“Wealthy.”

“In a week, with Sweden’s donation, it could reach five billion dollars. My God, what a huge fortune, just donated to Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group, there are so many rich people.”

“Poverty is a sin, I’m guilty beyond forgiveness, seeking redemption.”

“Seeking as well.”

“Seeking+1.”

“…”

A week.

More than three billion dollars donated to Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group.

Jealousy.

Made countless people feel their meals weren’t as tasty. Look, that’s what it means to win it all, making loads of money with Transcription Fluid daily, and still getting free money handed over to them, the scene is surreal.

The strong.

Get stronger.

It really is too realistic.

Suddenly.

Another news story came in.

“The Ou Wei Foundation—after clearing the Myanmar Bank Group’s special donation fund a week ago, it’s up again to six hundred million Euros. Very soon, the second batch of special donations will arrive.”

“…”

Seeing this.

Silent for a few seconds.

With a bang.

Media from various countries exploded, the internet was buzzing.

“God, another six hundred million? They’re rushing to give money.”

“No.”

“???”

“It’s a billion, ten million Euros in one donation, hard to imagine, but it did happen. I underestimated the change Transcription Fluid has brought to the world, it’s worthy of this amount.”

“At this moment, I just want to say: Holy crap.”

“Chuan, no need to thank.”

“What?”

“For you to shake.”

“Cold.”

“…”

Six hundred million.

A billion.

For most people, these are astronomical figures, and it’s in Euros, not a low-valued currency. Reading the news, it’s nothing but shock, how could there be so many generous people?

Unbelievable.

But.

The fact is right there.

Ou Wei Foundation accepts donations from all over the world, including wealthy individuals. Some as repayment, some for charity, along with high credibility, perhaps there really are so many ’kind-hearted’ people.

…

Sweden.

Stockholm.

Prime Minister’s Office.

“Are we still donating?”

One person spoke.

Three hundred million.

They initially wanted to spend this to improve their image, but that day it was overshadowed by the Ou Wei Foundation, whose special fund just reached ten million Euros.

Ten million Euros.

My God!

It would be better if it went to them, but it went to a foreign company.

Of course.

It also indirectly proves the credibility of the Ou Wei Foundation, and the outsiders have now raised the standards for charity foundations a lot. Previously managing a hundred and donating five was good enough, mostly earning management fees.

Later.

The Ou Wei Foundation stepped in.

Managing ten.

Donating three.

If it keeps going like this, they’ll soon go out of business. How many charity foundations are ready to watch the joke, but, they just didn’t fall, donating a lot, replenishing quickly, gradually establishing credit.

Within the industry.

Making peers envious to the teeth itching.

Multiple conversations.

But.

They remained unchanged, not looking at anyone’s face, only whether the donation landed where it should, more about its contribution to the world. Clearly, Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group got its point.

Tens of billions.

Hundreds of billions.

Jealousy.

Made their hearts ache.

Now.

The effect of three hundred million hasn’t been realized, and they’re being scolded. Always feels like a loss.

“Donate.”

“Can’t not keep our word.”

“Such a loss.”

“Exactly.”

“They don’t lack it anyway, it’s best to save it.”

“…”

Listening to the debates, both sides sticking to their views, the prime minister shook his head. This bunch, failing to get things done, yet mastering verbal skills as if they could break the skies, finally, he pressed his hand down, “Stop arguing.”

Soon.

The conference room quietened, eyes turned uniformly towards him.

“Donate.”

“Sweden, face, still needs to be saved.”