It was past nine in the morning.
Tang Qing had co to Chinatown once again.
Not to eat sugar figures.
Only to accompany Lin Jiaxue and see the monks begging for alms. At this ti every day, they would collectively co out to beg for food, lining up in a row. So gave money, but most gave food—vegetables and at.
There was also fruit.
And even packaged snacks.
A very mixed variety.
Lin Jiaxue bought several kinds of fruit and placed them into the monks’ alms bowls. Once the monks moved away, the crowd dispersed.
"Brother Tang, you’re here too!"
Just as they were preparing to leave.
Tang Qing noticed Cheng Qianqian, who was eating a snack he had never seen before.
"Ca to take a look."
"Are you leaving already?"
"Yes."
"Can I co find you and your sister to play this afternoon?" Cheng Qianqian asked expectantly, looking at Tang Qing.
"After lunch, we’ll be leaving here. If there’s a chance to co to Yangon again, I’ll treat you," Tang Qing replied, leaving Cheng Qianqian disappointed. This elder brother was so approachable.
It was such a pity they were leaving.
"Alright then. Wishing you a safe journey!" Cheng Qianqian said.
"Thank you."
Separating from Tang Qing.
Cheng Qianqian returned to her grandfather’s stall.
Seeing soone hand over money, Cheng Qianqian’s eyes lit up, and she quickly ran over, cheerfully taking the money and tucking it into her purse. After giving change to the custor, she sat back down at her stall.
That’s right.
She had her own stall.
Selling small trinkets used by girls.
The business wasn’t bad.
"I just sold two pairs of earrings for you."
Cheng Qianqian’s grandfather handed over four 100 Asia Dollars. Though small items, they weren’t exactly cheap. Coming from an affluent family, Cheng Qianqian wasn’t the type to sell cost-price items for three to five bucks.
The silver was real silver.
The jade was real jade.
Just relatively small pieces. Even for a small stall, the cost price was never under 100, targeting mid-range custors.
"That’s great." Cheng Qianqian grabbed the money in a single motion.
She had earned over a hundred.
Feeling delighted inside, her hands kept counting. The texture of the Asia Dollar was excellent, its craftsmanship far superior to the old Myanmar Kyat. Previously, even in the capital of Yangon, counterfeit Myanmar Kyat ran rampant.
But now.
There was no need to worry about such issues.
The difficulty of counterfeiting Asia Dollars was extrely high, and with nationwide currency number detection, it was practically impossible. Since the launch of Asia Dollars, Cheng Qianqian hadn’t heard of any counterfeit Asia Dollars circulating in the market.
Counting money openly on the street.
No need to worry about being robbed.
Hooligans and thugs.
Thieves and swindlers.
Nowadays, either working in mining fields or turning over a new leaf. Public security was unprecedentedly good. If soone found a wallet on the street, they’d quickly take it to the nearest Security Pavilion. Even if there weren’t surveillance footage, they wouldn’t dare spend the money found inside.
Otherwise.
If the money had just been withdrawn.
And the owner filed a report.
All serial numbers of that batch of Asia Dollars would be flagged as ’lost’. Any banknote detector nationwide could trace them back. Then the police would visit, and the ensuing trouble would be significant.
Illegally possessing soone else’s property.
After counting.
Cheng Qianqian took out sothing like a harmonica and swiped it over the serial numbers of the hundred Asia Dollars. All the lights turned green, indicating that the money was ’clean’. This process was part of the daily routine for every rchant.
Initially, it was felt to be cumberso and unnecessary, but later on, people got used to it. Even Cheng Qianqian had to admit that this stringent currency circulation regulation had greatly increased the difficulty of committing cris.
Moral standards had improved significantly too.
In the afternoon.
Cheng Qianqian was sipping on iced fruit juice.
"Qianqian."
"Dad, why are you here?" Cheng Qianqian saw her father and asked curiously. Her father, Cheng Guangyuan, never particularly supported her coming out to run a stall, just like he disapproved of her grandfather’s sugar figure stall.
"Ca to check on you all."
After sending off Tang Kai and his group, Cheng Guangyuan wandered over, wanting to inquire about how his father had co to know Tang Qing. The Tang family was already an imnse and towering tree, demanding nothing less than caution.
"What’s there to see, worried soone’s going to overturn my stall?" Cheng Guangyuan’s father joked.
"No way."
Ever since Ling ca into power, there hadn’t been anyone that bold enough to overturn soone’s stall.
Under the shade of the canopy.
Cheng Guangyuan asked, "Dad, how did you co to know Tang Qing?"
"Tang Qing? You an Little Tang?"
"That young man you talked to this morning." Cheng Guangyuan sighed with disbelief. Turns out, his father only knew the young man’s surna.
"What’s the matter? Isn’t he the relative of that big shot you ntioned? That kid is indeed extraordinary; he’ll accomplish great things in the future." Cheng Guangyuan’s father believed his years of experience gave him good judgnt.
"..."
Cheng Guangyuan gave a wry smile.
The future?
No need for the future.
He was already extraordinary now.
"Clearly, you really don’t know who he is."
"Who is he? Very famous?" The old man looked up in confusion. Imrsed in perfecting the art of sugar figures all day, he hadn’t paid attention to worldly matters for years. Cheng Guangyuan looked toward his youngest daughter.
"Qianqian, do you know this na?"
"Sounds familiar." Cheng Qianqian rested her chin in her hand, trying hard to recall.
"Forget it. Just search it on your mobile phone. Tang as in the Tang Dynasty, Qing as in green grass." Cheng Guangyuan said helplessly.
"Oh."
Cheng Qianqian took out her phone.
She entered Tang Qing’s na.
Instantly.
Her eyes widened.
"It’s him!"
"Very famous?" The old man asked curiously. Leaning closer to see Tang Qing’s information, he too was shocked, finding it hard to believe that the humble young man from last night had such an identity.
Huaxia’s richest man.
The world’s second richest tycoon.
With a net worth exceeding $150 billion. Ever since Qingyuan Technology went public, his current estimated worth was around $180 billion. Such terrifying wealth was truly daunting. And that photo—it was unmistakably Tang Qing.
"So much money." Cheng Qianqian exclaid. She rembered seeing related news so ti ago. She had briefly paid attention, but the sheer gap in distance, paired with academic demands, ant she hadn’t delved deeply.
Looking at it now.
She realized she had missed out on plenty.
"Dad, they left?"
"Yes, just left."
"Where did they go?"
"Delin Province, for vacation. They’ll return to Huaxia soon."
"What a pity. If I’d known sooner, I’d have asked for a photo with him—it would’ve made my classmates so envious." Cheng Qianqian regretted her oversight. Being so close to Huaxia’s richest man, she hadn’t even recognized him.
"A virtuous and talented man. I knew I wasn’t mistaken," the old man said while stroking his beard.
"..."
...
By evening.
Tang Qing and his group finally arrived at the capital of Delin Province.
Jiao Han had already been waiting for a while.
With Delin Province focused on developing tourism, its capital city couldn’t afford to look shabby. Ling had allocated massive funds from land sales for urban construction, following the sa model as Langyu County—building new cities, demolishing old ones.
Then selling the land from the old cities.
Achieving ’profitable city-building.’
"Little Boss Tang, welco." At a vacation inn, Jiao Han greeted them at the entrance. The sea island project was located in the southern part of Delin Province, and heading there tonight would’ve been too late, making it a wiser choice to stay here.
What amused Jiao Han was.
Early this morning.
Tang Qing’s bodyguards had already gone ahead to inspect the place, inside and out. They even brought their own chef. Ge Feng had ntioned earlier that Tang Qing prioritized security and living quality, but this was Jiao Han’s first experience seeing it firsthand.
It was almost excessive.
"Sister Han, you’ve done a great job here."
The place was adorned with flowers.
Vines climbed walls and roofs.
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