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Chapter 1037: Chapter 909: Ribbon-Cutting in Mozambique (Please Subscribe!)
The next day.
Morning.
After breakfast.
They prepared to head out to sea for some fun and to take the yacht on its maiden voyage.
"Haha, am I not the first one to come aboard?"
Chai Ren finally got his wish to be the first one to step onto Tang Qing’s yacht. He had called Tang Qing the day before yesterday, wanting to go up and play ahead of others, but Tang Qing didn’t agree. This ’idea’ had been in his plans for two days.
Tang Qing: "..."
Even the Zhan Xi clan couldn’t bear to watch anymore; their own husband was getting goofier by the day. It was one thing at home, but now he couldn’t contain himself in public, yet she knew this was Chai Ren’s way of showing he had no guard up around Tang Qing and the others.
If it were outsiders.
Chai Ren would definitely be among the most gentlemanly of people.
"I’m sorry, your brother Chai sometimes acts like this," Sister Zhan said apologetically to Tang Qing with a wry smile.
Here.
Eating Tang Qing’s food, drinking Tang Qing’s drinks, Sister Zhan really felt a bit embarrassed.
"You’re too serious, Sister Zhan. It’s a small matter—going out to have fun should indeed be lively," Tang Qing said with a smile and a wave of his hand, indicating he didn’t mind. It was nothing to fuss over.
Tang Qing was the second to board the yacht.
As soon as Chai Ren got on, he began running around excitedly.
Inside and outside the boat.
Chai Ren circled it all.
The yacht was nearly thirty-six meters long.
Equivalent to the height of an eleven-story building, it was undeniably grand, a masterpiece of design with a first-rate exterior. Off in the distance, in the sea bay, quite a few early-rising wealthy people who had been discussing the yacht for many days saw someone boarding it.
They all stopped to watch.
Unfortunately, they were too far away.
They could only see a bunch of people getting on, very much hoping to go meet them up close. Living in a villa sometimes wasn’t just about improving one’s living environment but about entering a high-end circle.
The people on the shore.
Tang Qing and his group had no interest in meeting them. For Chai Ren and the others, in this country, they were already at the top of the social circle, and meeting anyone they wanted was just a phone call away.
Each person was followed by a large entourage of stakeholders and vested interests.
Therefore, they kept a respectful distance from those people far away. Networking should either break through upwards or expand laterally, meeting people of similar status. The rest were burdensome for them.
After checking the yacht.
With the stimulus from the villa the day before.
Chai Ren was somewhat disappointed because the yacht’s interior fittings were all very standard; he didn’t find anything beyond his expectations. Then he thought about it and realized it made sense—yachts are customized by manufacturers, so they couldn’t be easily modified.
The most important thing was.
The space was so limited.
There wasn’t much room for extravagance.
"Not bad, a minimalist style," Chai Ren finally concluded.
Tang Qing smiled.
There had been no changes to the yacht’s appearance.
It was the original factory design, primarily because it involved certification issues. Unlike a salvage ship that could be modified freely—after all, it wouldn’t need to dock for supplies and could sail in international waters with no inspection—this yacht was to be moored here.
Both the appearance and interior decor were best left without significant changes.
The fighters had only made a few modifications for safety and performance, such as the steel of the ship’s body, the engine, and the onboard weapons system. In an emergency, it could even submerge.
Tang Qing’s sea vessel.
How could its functionality be ordinary?
"Anchor’s up, let’s set sail," Tang Qing said to the driver.
"Yes."
After a slight tremble of the vessel.
It headed towards the vast blue ocean.
As for the sea view, Tang Qing had already seen plenty and did not find anything special, even feeling a bit of solitude. Looking far off into the distance, only they were there—centuries ago, sailing ships would be at sea for months at a time.
It was truly a trial.
Standing at the bow, facing the sea breeze, drinking delicious chilled beverages, surrounded by family, friends, and loved ones, Tang Qing’s holiday life had truly begun.
...
While Tang Qing was on vacation.
Mozambique.
The capital, Maputo.
It was still four fifteen in the morning in Mozambique.
But inside a building on Central street, the staff were busily preparing for the last touches before opening for the first time. The related site arrangements had already been settled in the open space outside the store.
From the outside.
The place could easily be mistaken for a mall.
And yet, the sign above read "Myanmar Bank", "Mozambique Central Branch", using a smaller font at the entrance, where the name "Myanmar Bank" was written in several languages.
Now.
Over a month had passed since the agreement with President Jin Locke was reached.
At last, the bank opening approval process in Mozambique was complete, the decoration of the branch headquarters was finished, and data integration with the Central Bank of Mozambique was accomplished—all matters concerning money are not trivial
That’s why it had been so slow.
Inside the hall.
It was completely decorated to standardized banking specifications.
Clean and bright.
Currently, everyone at the central branch was a fighter; local people would be employed at the other branches.
Due to President Jin Locke previously seeking a loan of one hundred and thirty million dollars to pay off debts, the Mozambican government had made significant concessions on the number of branches and the scope of banking activities.
...
Several hours later.
Daylight came.
The entire front of the bank was surrounded by security guards and African police officers.
Attracting a large crowd of onlookers.
"What’s going on?"
"A bank is opening, it seems to be an Asian bank."
"Opening a bank here, are they stupid?"
"A bit, don’t they know Africans don’t like to save money? But it’d be good if they give out loans, I’ve been eyeing a bicycle, made over in Huaxia, I want to buy one."
"You better wait for your salary, do you even have credit? Thinking of getting a loan."
"Can’t I even dream?"
"..."
The people of Mozambique weren’t optimistic about the bank because the main business of a bank is to handle loans and deposits, and almost all Africans live paycheck to paycheck, spending money as soon as they get it, even loans are spent.
They just don’t like to save money.
No deposits.
Where would the bank get the money to give loans?
The ability of its people to repay debts was almost as poor as the country of Mozambique itself. Aside from Mozambique’s state-owned banks, no Western commercial banks were willing to do business with them.
This was a project President Jin Locke strongly facilitated. With the opening, of course, he would come to offer his congratulations—they were all waiting for Myanmar Bank’s US dollar loans to come and save the day.
It was almost time.
President Jin Locke’s convoy arrived in front of the bank.
Seeing the crowd around him, he kept waving his hands.
The journalists, who had been notified in advance, had waited for a long time. Normally, they might have squeezed closer, but the host of the event, the bank in this instance, clearly stated that no one should come too close and bother the ’guests’ in front of the bank.
President Jin Locke was a guest.
Getting out of the vehicle,
President Jin Locke quickly entered the security perimeter.
The journalists had no choice but to follow the lead of the bank’s staff, and after their equipment was rigorously inspected, they were taken to the appropriate places. However, this cautious style seemed a bit odd to the journalists.
Tang Qing mainly feared potential trouble.
Fighters were not omnipotent.
If someone attempted to assassinate President Jin Locke and he died here, that would be a big problem. In African countries, these presidents often faced the risk of assassination, a very real threat that could not be ignored.
"Welcome, Mr. President," said the branch manager suited up in his suit.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you."
"..."
President Jin Locke was not familiar with this branch manager, and after the standard pleasantries were exchanged,
he went up to the stage.
More and more Africans gathered around.
President Jin Locke’s face was well-recognized, but new bank openings were not a common sight, or rather rarely seen, so it was natural to join in the excitement. Each person, with wide-eyed curiosity, watched the bank that might be of future significance to them.
He cleared his throat.
Facing the media,
President Jin Locke started his self-congratulatory speech.
"I am Jin Locke. In the past, our economy has always faced significant problems and hidden risks, with foreign investors all saying no to our economy. The entry of this Asian bank signifies that our economy is improving, that the market has gained confidence from the outside..."
Implicitly,
he was suggesting that, through his hard work, Mozambique’s economy had begun to show signs of rising.
Praising and talking nonsense
were skills President Jin Locke excelled in.
Anyway, as long as it was remotely true, it couldn’t be considered lying, just an exaggeration.
