Rebirth: Super Banking System - Chapter 2418 - 2258: Be Grateful You Made It Out Alive
Chapter 2418: Chapter 2258: Be Grateful You Made It Out Alive
Xin’an City.
Public Security Bureau.
Despite being late at night, there are still plenty of people on duty. Xin’an City is the only city in the world where there are tourists twenty-four hours a day.
Therefore.
This place operates in three shifts. Due to excellent security, hardly any major cases occur throughout the year. Dorne’s appearance has even sparked a small buzz.
Not easy!
Thieves.
Petty offenses.
Have disappeared for a long time. Quarrels and fights result in labor at the mining field for some days. Those who used to bully men and dominate women become well-behaved.
Criminal offenses?
There are.
But not many. Now there’s food and drink, ambition, and a lot of crime prevention publicity, making the crime rate in Myanmar drop to a polar level.
Regarding this.
Everyone is naturally delighted to see it.
Moreover.
Despite the low crime rate, Myanmar has not reduced its security personnel. On the contrary, the patrol officers have greatly increased. Ling’s goal is simple.
— When needed, there must be personnel available.
And.
Promised not to reduce.
This point.
Naturally received unanimous support from all the police officers in Myanmar. They are extremely grateful. Ling has always been generous when recruiting social public service personnel.
Even in the villages.
Every road.
There are dedicated people responsible for daily cleaning. The government pays wages, and every village has at least a twenty-member public service institution.
In larger villages.
Thirty to fifty members is not unusual.
Publicity.
Cleaning.
Administration.
…
Or taking care of the surrounding national forests.
In conclusion.
On job creation, Ling ensures that the Myanmar grassroots is extremely satisfied. Of course, it’s not easy to enjoy this grain subsidy; one must be dedicated and responsible.
Otherwise.
They will also be dismissed.
Generally.
Village jobs are very easy, farming alongside earning extra wages. Many people scramble for them, also due to this policy.
The entire grassroots is gradually firmly in Ling’s hands.
…
In the interrogation room.
Two people are looking at Dorne on the opposite side, routine questioning.
“Name.”
“…”
“Age.”
“…”
As Dorne answers, tears flow in his heart. Again, compared to the previous three imprisonments, this time he estimates it’ll be enough to give him a bitter drink.
Naturally.
He reported a fake name.
However.
After finishing the basic information.
“Pa!”
A file is thrown in front of him; Dorne, full of doubt, sees the interrogating Myanmar personnel coldly laughing at him, “Take a look at the content first.”
Upon hearing.
Dorne opens it in confusion.
It’s thick.
At least thirty pages of A4 paper.
The first page.
Makes his pupils shrink instantly because it contains his real identification information, number of family members, parents’ occupations, from childhood to school.
It’s all there.
At this moment.
His heart sinks.
It seems.
He has truly been exposed. It’s just, what’s the stack behind it? Upon opening the second page, he’s not just surprised but horrified, his face changes wildly.
On the paper.
Case by case.
Event by event.
All the cases he’s done over the years, meticulously recorded, even including traffic violations, where he played with a few girls at home.
Extremely comprehensive.
Some things he’s forgotten, yet they’re clearly written on the paper.
Immediately.
His face turns pale, showing fear, it’s too frightening. This information feels like someone has been constantly watching him, investigating without interruption, a thousand pieces.
Adding up.
Scary enough to kill someone.
“You..”
“I..”
“…”
He stutters for a while.
Finally.
He sighs long.
“What do you plan to do?” It feels like everything about him has been exposed to sunlight, too terrifying. His whole body trembles a bit.
Yes.
He has a very strong psychological quality.
However.
Suddenly one day.
Someone lays out all the keywords he has searched online, detailing his visits to entertainment places, and with whom.
The sense of horror sends chills down his spine.
“This time, we’re not judging you. You and your companions will be deported. If it happens again, we hope there isn’t a next time, or else.”
“Humph!”
The threat ends there with nothing more to say.
Opposite.
Dorne understands, if this happens again, they might directly expose their information in public, or even take more drastic actions.
At this moment.
All his pride has vanished.
Finally.
He utters a sentence.
“Thank you!”
Understood to such a degree, dissected inside out, and finally accompanied by a chilling detailed plan of the current operation.
Everything.
Is within their control, what else can he do?
…
This time.
Tang Qing didn’t plan to let Dorne rot in jail. After all, these people have some skills. This time, they’re merely deported under smuggling and other charges.
In the future.
Might be useful.
…
A few hours later.
Morning.
As sunlight illuminates the earth, many people are awakened by a word—poor. Of course, others are awakened by dreams, but this proportion is rather small.
Now.
U.S. Embassy.
Bluem’s good mood upon waking early is completely ruined by a phone call, damn it, picking up people again, who the hell is this.
Knowing it’s useless, yet still coming?
Moreover.
Soon knowing it’s not U.S. intelligence personnel, his anger grew. The U.S. CIA can’t solve it, what business do a bunch of petty thieves have?
Hell!
Even smuggling.
Bah!
If you succeed, pigs could climb trees. Despite complaining, he follows protocol to pick up people, since they all hold U.S. passports.
Fuck.
There’s definitely something fake inside.
Only.
Even if the opposing party’s passport is fake, it’s still a fake U.S. passport, he must handle it. Seeing a band of wounded with faces full of disillusionment and dejection.
Feeling a bit sympathetic.
It appears.
They have been dealt with harshly, probably leaving psychological shadows, despite claiming their injuries were accidental. He just assumes they were threatened by Myanmar.
Too lazy to bother.
Protest?
It must be effective; they dare to handle CIA personnel, brutally, not even considering the U.S., let alone you?
Not dead.
Be thankful it’s okay!
…
Today.
Hummingbird Going Public.
Tang Qing goes out early and arrives at the Myanmar Stock Exchange, where many people are already gathered. On the large screen, it displays the information on Hummingbird going public.
Therefore.
Many tourists are intrigued upon seeing it.
Several show interest in investing, but foreign investors apart from those from Huaxia and Myanmar can only buy through institutions.
Thus.
Some financial enterprises with investment qualifications in Myanmar are already smiling, as they can earn commissions, though slightly helpless.
Wanting to invest more.
Is difficult.
The last incident.
Made Myanmar tighten controls over foreign investment, each foreign financial enterprise has a cap on investments in Myanmar, ranging from billions to tens of billions.
Quite a lot.
But not too much, their necks are choked.
Use it up.
Then it’s gone.
Can only continuously rely on operations, accumulate credit, and increase the quota, despite protesting many times, they still ignore you, extremely arrogant.
Helpless.
No help, since they are the rule makers.
