Chapter 2148: Chapter 1970: Magnificent The next day. Early morning. Tang Qing was heading to the airport via a convoy. May Day. During the Golden Week, naturally, one couldn’t just stay at home. His second uncle was in Myanmar, and the adults at home decided to spend a few days on a sea island in Delin Province. Early in the morning. The airplane ferried several families, departing from Qingyan City, to pick up Tang Qing in Shanghai. Afterward. They would fly directly to Myanmar. Today, there were noticeably more cars on the street than usual, prompting Tang Qing to chuckle inwardly. At this moment, Huaxia’s transportation system was undergoing a major test. Compared to ten years later. There were fewer cars. However. The expressways charged tolls. In 2009, the policy of free passage during major holidays hadn’t been implemented yet, even with fewer cars, one could imagine the congestion. Wishing them good luck. Just a few more years to endure. Currently. Some departments were already researching, but the situation wasn’t urgent yet. The real trigger would be in the next three years. In a little over three years. The nationwide vehicle ownership nearly doubled, that’s right, doubled. Amid the economic crisis, the higher authorities introduced a series of economic stimulus policies. - Home appliances to the countryside. - Infrastructure. - Various subsidies. - Real Estate. A series of actions allowed Huaxia to recover from the crisis at a remarkably fast rate. In fact, during those years, many felt opportunities rather than a crisis. And so. The traffic situation became increasingly severe with the doubled number of cars, combined with a desire to stimulate tourism, leading to the preliminary implementation of free expressways during holidays three years later. Not long after. He arrived at the airport. "Boss Tang, good morning." A pretty female security officer smiled sweetly, feeling delighted. For girls, Tang Qing’s face was extremely attractive. She couldn’t get enough of looking at him. He was handsome. Talented. And well-built. Too perfect, she almost wanted to... "Morning!" Tang Qing also smiled and greeted her. Then. The girl discreetly took advantage of him as he passed through security. Tang Qing resignedly accepted it, knowing he couldn’t exactly complain about being touched. As long as it wasn’t a guy, it was acceptable. After he passed. Several girls started chattering. Discussing how he felt. In the distance. Tang Qing chose to ignore it after hearing... ... At that moment. In Myanmar. Langyu County. A Boeing aircraft slowly landed, and a group of high-level officials disembarked, marking the handover of the City Loan Project. Nearly all the upper-level big shots from India were there. So naturally, they had to have equally high-level representation. Ling in the lead. Kan Qin following behind. The leaders of the provinces and counties had been waiting for a long time. After greeting Ling, the convoy of over thirty vehicles sped towards the border. The road was sealed immediately after the airplane landed, with the Public Security Bureau and border-stationed soldiers deploying over a thousand personnel. Along the streets. A large crowd gathered to watch. Some were excited. Some were curious. "What’s happening?" "A big shot is coming." "Who?" "Not sure, but probably Myanmar’s high-level leaders," an Indian said. These days, the number of Indians living there hadn’t changed much from six months ago. For the simple reason — no houses. In Myanmar. Trying to stay illegally was almost impossible, as there were no houses available for rent, and sleeping on the streets was not an option, given the scale of Langyu County. Hence. There weren’t a swarm of Indians filling up the place. Many Indians wanted to buy houses there, but they were all sold out. After the city loans came through, those people shifted their focus back to their own country. Waving cash. Buying like crazy. Some even bought houses on both sides, making it convenient to travel back and forth. Although buying a house didn’t grant citizenship, it removed restrictions on staying. They could come and go as they pleased. Initially, everyone was dissatisfied, but over time, they felt it wasn’t a big deal. Even without citizenship, they could enjoy medical and educational resources here. Furthermore. Those who could afford it were mostly wealthy. If they wanted to immigrate. They had too many choices; it wasn’t necessary. The most opposed were those wanting to stay illegally, whose needs were naturally ignored. Before long. They saw a convoy speeding past. Subsequently. The sections of road the convoy passed were gradually reopened, but the soldiers didn’t withdraw. They stood their ground, waiting for the ceremony to conclude before sealing the road again. "Majestic." "Imposing." "Cool!" "..." Seeing these soldiers standing like pillars, unmoving, with a cold gaze in their eyes, passersby couldn’t help but praise them, a stark contrast to the past. Standing. Walking. A sense of elite aura emanated. Beside the road. An old man exclaimed. "Since Ling took office, everything has changed." Where was this? The India-Myanmar border, where smuggling was almost commonplace, and the military discipline could be imagined. Later on. When Ling came up. After taking charge of the military. There were almost sweeping changes, with a large group of people entering, followed by strict selection and training, leaving less than a third. From then on. The bad atmosphere here was cleared up. ... At the border. After communication between both sides, the main gate opened wide, without the need for security checks, allowing the convoy to smoothly travel into the small city and arrive at the municipal hall. Though the city was small. However. India still granted it city status. At this moment, the Indians hadn’t arrived yet, only the staff from both sides were present, and the square was packed with people. "Huge!" Every Indian who saw it said so. The bluestone floor. Engraved patterns. In the middle of the square stood a six-story-high monument, a triangular prism, with words like "Friendship Forever" on each face. In three languages. Gilt. In the sunlight, it radiated a faint golden light, not a metaphor, it indeed glowed, utilizing the same technique as the Golden Tower of Yangon. For those unaware, they might think a treasure had appeared. Viewing platform. Mi Hao sat among the crowd, inconspicuously, as he held a mobile phone, video calling a girl on a moving train hundreds of kilometers away. Occasionally panning the camera. Focusing on the performing crowd, which was provided by the Indian side for warm-up celebration. "They’re dancing really well." The person on the other end praised. "The picture is also clear." Mi Hao smiled. 4G. Previously nonexistent here, but city loans made 4G a standardized city service, with coverage far exceeding typical Indian cities. Suddenly. The crowd erupted in cheers. Looking up. They saw a convoy approaching, obviously from the Myanmar side. "I’ll hang up now, President Ling is here," said Mi Hao. Although it wasn’t directly related to him, it wouldn’t look good, and some things were to be mindful of. "Okay." The girl smiled. After hanging up. Mi Hao joined the rest, clapping along enthusiastically, pausing only when clamoring locals quieted. Without Ling, this city wouldn’t have risen. Five years. Ten years. Perhaps even longer. Or maybe never, for this city’s construction was almost one step at a time, even if India wanted to develop here, it would be gradually done. Penny-pinching. Slow and steady. 4G? No. High chance they’d start with 3G, perhaps buying second-hand equipment, cheap. As for city infrastructure, water, electricity, transportation, it wouldn’t be this good.