Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2350: Chapter 2190: The World Is Just That Cruel!

In the living room.

Upon listening.

Gitti, who was already prepared, wore an elusive smile on her face. She looked at the old man for a moment and slowly spoke, “Cooperation? What kind of cooperation?”

“Private.”

“Mutually beneficial.”

“Fair.”

The old man smiled, said three words, and continued:

“After hearing about you, I was also very shocked. As for your conflict with Old Ford, I’ve heard about it, too. We have a basis for cooperation.”

“Besides.”

“I also have strength.”

“Currently.”

“Myanmar is causing trouble worldwide, offending too many people. You should be aware of our approach. We won’t let it stay peaceful for long.”

“However.”

“Since this matter involves you, things are very different. Regarding Myanmar’s affairs, although we won’t openly help in Europe and America.”

“But.”

“We can obstruct some actions toward this side.”

These words.

Were both a threat and advice.

After speaking.

The old man looked at Gitti.

“What do you think?”

Upon hearing this.

Gitti’s thin lips curled up as she said, hauntingly, “This is indeed a good condition. So, what do you want? Don’t you dare mention Transcription Fluid or anything like that.”

“That would put everyone in a difficult position. You better not speak of it, and I won’t bother refusing.”

“Haha!”

“Of course not.”

The old man chuckled.

Foolish!

Meeting for the first time and asking for Transcription Fluid Technology. He’s old but not senile; Transcription Fluid is like ’life’ here, not even a father would give it.

Let alone him!

Though curious.

However.

He knew not to rush it.

“Currently.”

“We don’t need anything, just a verbal promise. I think if I want something, at least show some sincerity before talking, right?”

These words.

Were clear, filled with ’sincerity.’

However.

Gitti wasn’t dumb; these old foxes are never simple. He wasn’t worried about conspiracies but worried the organization might mess up.

After all.

The opponents are the consortium, more than one.

“Very well.”

“I hope things are as you say.”

Standing up.

Gitti left directly. She wasn’t there to reminisce; saying too much could reveal flaws. The old man didn’t think much, assuming Gitti’s identity was special and couldn’t stay long.

After seeing her off.

In the living room.

The old man wore a satisfied smile. The two main purposes of coming here were, first, to treat his father, and second, to lure out Gitti.

Apparently.

Both purposes were achieved.

Indeed.

As for sending someone to follow and see where Gitti lives, he never thought about it. On this land, it’s their territory. It’s hard-earned connections.

Can’t just break them off.

…

On the other side.

In the car.

Gitti curiously looked out the window, having been confined for so long, almost losing the concept of time. It wasn’t that long; just a year and twenty or so days.

However.

The changes in the world are indeed significant.

– The Organization.

– The Modulation Solution.

– The Water purifier.

– Roy City.

– The new New District.

…..

The changes in Myanmar alone were dazzling; she didn’t expect Myanmar to start playing alliances, and the Asia Dollar surging unexpectedly.

Messing with winds and storms worldwide. No wonder the organization let her out to reduce hostility from the consortium because they are indeed stirring up trouble.

If this continues.

Dangerous.

Fortunately.

The organization knew how to play, packaging her as the ’hidden hand,’ causing internal rifts among European and American consortiums, which are now expanding.

Terrifying.

Horrifying.

Who could set up such an incredible game? She didn’t know, only that she was a piece in the game, nothing but a pawn.

At the mercy of circumstances!

This world, she couldn’t understand it anymore.

Two hours later.

She was taken to a manor, located in a remote area, with a pleasant environment. To her annoyance, her work was to plant flowers here.

Instead of being a lady of leisure.

“…”

The world.

Is this cruel!

One moment.

In the sky.

The next moment.

Fallen to the ground.

Alright!

Having spent a year in the detention area, now planting flowers doesn’t seem too hard to accept. She couldn’t go out freely, nor could she shop or travel.

Having flowers to plant is not bad. What’s the need for a bicycle then? So, shedding her glamorous outfit, she donned casual wear and carried a hoe.

To the field.

There were plenty of vacant lots around, no need to make her plant.

However.

Having planted for over a year, seeing the overgrown weeds in the wasteland, she couldn’t help but want to cultivate it, plant some vegetables and fruits without feeling out of place.

Like that.

Humming a song.

Singing a tune.

Gitti began her labor-intensive life. As for going online, playing games… no interest, the global trends, underlying logic, couldn’t be seen online.

It’s all superficial. Just the news she recently learned already overturned her worldview. Those family trivia, wars here, famines there, none of her business.

If there’s time.

Better to tidy up the surrounding environment.

…

Shanghai Stock Market.

Tang Qing watched the show. This meeting was long planned. When initially packaging Gitti as the person behind the scenes, there was an intention.

However.

Previously, without the fifth-level permission, the plan was to contact by phone or video. Through Little Two’s video synthesis technology, it could easily pass as real.

Now.

With the system constraints.

Obviously.

A real person is more convincing than a video, so they released Gitti to continue the play. The bigger the misunderstanding, the greater the benefit.

…

At this moment.

European and American pharmaceutical giants, upon learning some news, were speechless. Silently swallowing their pride, although holding a grudge:

Hmph!

Sooner or later, you’ll touch some people’s nerves. By then, let’s see how arrogant you are; against absolute power, it’s all in vain.

Currently.

They still hope the consortium’s inconsistency is temporary. Once agreed, a small Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group can easily be wiped out with a wave.

At that time.

This grudge can be avenged.

…

However.

Though the consortiums have fallen silent, some aftershocks have not subsided. Protests continue on the streets of some European and American cities, constantly accusing this medicine.

Be cautious of risks.

No choice.

Their job is to take care of those who cannot live independently. Insurance and government subsidies are not few. If people don’t need care anymore.

They would be unemployed.

However.

No matter how much they protest.

They cannot change the bigger picture.

– The authorities.

– The giants.

– The consortium.

When none of these three supports, such voices are nothing but birds chirping, in one ear, out the other, not affecting the bigger trends.

The media.

The public.

None support such actions, just like when those surgeons opposed the medical cabin. People didn’t see benevolent hearts in medicine.

But black hearts.

Ultimately.

It can only become a joke.

…

At this moment.

In Australia.

In the scorching summer, with fires ongoing, the experimental Aircraft, after nearly a week’s voyage, arrived in Australia, docked at a small airport in the west and north of Sydney.

On the same day.

Even the President came to welcome it, grabbing some attention, and then left with a face full of pain because every flight required a payment.