Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2105: Chapter 1927: Another Happy Day

Take care?

Stay calm?

Damn!

Lv Mao felt a chill down his spine. A lawyer saying such things to him was definitely not normal. Instantly, his mind conjured up countless scenarios, all of which he had found amusing in the past.

Could it be.

That he was becoming a joke?

“No… It can’t be.” Sweat beaded on Lv Mao’s forehead.

Think.

It could really be possible.

What should I do?

I really want to break out of prison, the air outside smells of freedom. Looking left, looking right, okay, maybe I am overthinking it. Malaysia’s economy is quite good, and the police station’s facilities are very complete.

Forget it.

I don’t have the skills.

There’s no point in struggling, I’d better think about who is trying to set me up. Such a big move, without any warning, and they don’t even show themselves to flaunt. Such an enemy is the most terrifying.

Who exactly is it?

…

Shanghai Stock Market.

Park area.

Tang Qing withdrew his gaze.

Is it life.

Or death.

Let fate decide. As long as Luo Xi doesn’t find Vika, Lv Mao is the target of frustration, the kind that gets angrier the more he thinks about it. If Vika doesn’t come back, Lv Mao would feel worse than death.

To this.

Tang Qing didn’t sympathize at all. Not adding fuel to the fire was already kind. After watching a scene, he got up, returned to his desk, and started on the afternoon tasks. With a wave of his right hand, a long list projected into the air.

Looking at the total number.

“Ugh~”

Tang Qing covered his forehead.

Helpless.

This was his task list. Whenever he had a sudden idea but no time to act on it, he would add it to this list. Over time, the ideas have piled up more and more.

Three hundred fifty-one.

One per day.

Would still take a year.

Fortunately.

He had plenty of time and a strong team. If it weren’t to keep himself busy, the list would have long been cleared by his efficient fighters. Flipping through, he stopped at one.

—Sky Elevator.

Very old.

Yet an interesting project.

People in various countries have been working on it, with bold and imaginative designs constantly emerging, but the main challenges remain the same—cost and materials. Regarding such projects, Tang Qing thought—it’s just for fun.

To actually build it.

Forget it.

At least.

For him, it wasn’t really useful. Such projects are meant to fulfill some human science fiction dreams in low-tech conditions—since it’s as difficult as reaching the sky, why not build a road.

With that money.

Getting better power technology is more worthwhile than building this thing.

Therefore.

Tang Qing’s design.

Was just to satisfy that love for design, and if possible, they could produce a simplified version in the future for sightseeing purposes. A height of several kilometers would be stunning enough.

Hmm!

Might try it when free.

Sits down.

Takes out a pen.

“Swish, swish, swish!”

A round of operations, a base like an octopus took shape, with each claw connected to a foundation dozens of meters deep. Since it’s just for play and there’s no need to consider cost, he aimed big.

“Scan!”

Swish!

A projection appeared in front of him.

Looking up.

Chin in hand.

“Calculate the stable height according to the curvature at the top, and extend automatically.” Tang Qing said, just as he saw a huge concrete pillar with a tiny inward curve rise in the middle of the octopus-like base.

Soon.

It broke through one kilometer.

Three kilometers.

Five kilometers.

Ten kilometers.

It didn’t stop until fifteen kilometers, at which point the top’s cross-section was only a square meter, barely enough for one person to stand. After recalculating the concrete volume, Tang Qing waved his hand and discarded the plan.

No way.

You could build more than three Three Gorges Dams.

Luckily.

The joy of free design is like this, constantly filling it with whimsical content. The process is more important than the result, continuing with the next, still pure concrete structure.

Sightseeing.

Concrete is more reassuring, but it requires strict calculations; otherwise, one billion cubic meters of concrete, just the ultra-high-standard concrete cost, would exceed a trillion.

Too expensive.

Continue.

One sheet.

And another.

“Hmm!”

“This one works, keep it.”

“On top we could have a revolving restaurant, dining above the clouds might be nice, underfoot is tempered glass, probably shocking to some, add in a skydiving project… good.”

Just like that.

An afternoon quickly went by.

“Hmm!”

Tang Qing put down his pen, smiled with satisfaction, it was another happy day.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly.

A message flashed before his eyes again.

“Ha!”

“As expected, it’s good to have someone up top.”

Turns out.

This year’s G20 summit invited Ling again, last year several consortiums did considerable maneuvering to get the United States to invite Myanmar to the summit.

This year.

The situation was the same, with capital manipulation, Ling was once again invited as an observer participant. Unlike Spain, which always tags along uninvited, this is a formal invitation by the host country.

Previously it was the United States.

This time, it’s the United Kingdom.

However.

No wicked ideas were expected. When the Western consortiums are internally divided, it’s hard to have any aggressive actions against someone like Ling. Previously all were enemies, now the situation has changed.

In the short term.

The consortiums’ internal disagreements are enough to prevent all excessive actions.

For this time.

The United Kingdom’s attitude is simple—to express goodwill. After all, many of Myanmar’s loan providers are Commonwealth countries. The little brothers benefit, so the big brother naturally has to make a gesture.

Have a seat.

Drink some tea.

Chat a bit.

That’s all, fairly tactful.

Otherwise.

Tang Qing would have to give them a good lesson—what it means to not get the meat yet get caught up in the mess. Just that if they don’t bring trouble, it’s probable they won’t have many peaceful years.

—Brexit.

A farce turned reality, it truly is… entertaining.

…

Evening.

Indonesia.

Somewhere on the coast.

“Awake?”

Upon waking, Vika found it was almost dark.

“Huh?”

Half-dazed, countless memories flooded in, and the satisfaction of just waking up faded instantly. With a bitter look, staring at the desolate coast not far away, his heart sank again.

“Unlucky!”

“Any food?”

“No.”

“…”

Vika opened his mouth, shocked by the answer. Were they planning to starve him? They said they wouldn’t tear up the ticket but didn’t say they wouldn’t starve him, and there was still doubt in the credibility of the previous statement.

“There isn’t any, gotta cook it.” The other person added.

Instantly.

Vika’s mouth twitched, could they not be so cheeky?

“Just a moment.”

Then.

The person moved a gas stove over, put on a pot, added water, lit the fire, and then fished out some fish and shrimp from a box on one side. Vika’s eyes sparkled; he’d eat it raw at this point.

Starving.

Once cooked.

Vika was stunned, the others were eating heartily, showing no intention of sharing a bit, “Hey, dear sirs, I’m hungry too, could you… could you… spare me a little?”

“Oh!”

“Almost forgot.”

Upon hearing this.

Vika thought he was about to get some food.

Who knew.

They just said.

“Almost forgot to call for the ransom.”