Germany.
Saw the news.
Countless people cheered.
It’s been a year.
No institution in the world has claid to break through the Transcription Fluid, no alternatives either. Germany’s forte is industry; originally, it was thought that the first to develop an alternative would be the United States or Japan.
At worst.
It would be those world-class scientific research organizations.
Who knew.
It turned out to be them.
Imdiately.
A sense of superiority exploded.
"We are indeed the best."
"The myth ends!"
"I really want to see the expressions of those Group executives right now. It should be funny. If this leads to sothing cheap, the fall of the Myanmar Bank Group is near, Fred is a hero."
"They’re about to be reduced to their original form."
"Absolutely."
"The show begins."
"..."
The entire public discourse was abuzz with this matter, and it was extrely lively. Everyone seed ready to enjoy the spectacle, as if echoing the saying—watch it build a high-rise, entertain guests, and then see it collapse, how interesting.
These past few years.
The Myanmar Bank Group has been too dazzling, stealing too much attention. One of people’s great pleasures is watching others fall from grace. Recently, the Asia Dollar’s activities have been increasingly frequent, throwing money and loans everywhere, now look who’s the fool.
Haha.
...
Berlin.
Far suburbs.
Duha Research Institute Headquarters.
"Welco."
"Good."
"No problem."
"..."
In the office of the person in charge, Fred, the phone kept ringing, with countless requests for interaction, cooperation, and investnt. Such a spectacle made the man in his forties smile widely.
However.
After smiling, a bitterness welled up inside him.
Fake.
It’s ultimately fake.
Putting on this act was also due to circumstances, there was no choice, the institute’s funds were depleted, and without new investnt, it would have to close. He had no choice but to agree to the terms and gamble big.
If he won.
There’d be glory and wealth, how delightful.
If he lost.
He wouldn’t face ruin either, as the consortia had left him a way out, ensuring a worry-free life for the rest of his days.
"Mr. Fred, the press conference is about to start."
At this mont.
The Secretary walked in.
"Okay."
Tidying up his clothes, Fred looked in the mirror, taking a deep breath. This press conference was on a larger scale than the last, with even more ’experts and scholars’ invited to put on a grand show.
Leaving the office.
Getting into the car.
Ca to a prepared venue in the city.
"Click, click, click!"
As soon as he got out of the car.
The reporters couldn’t stop their hands, but knowing they’d have a chance to ask questions later, they didn’t swarm him with random questions, and Fred put on the friendliest smile of his life, showing friendliness to the reporters.
Soon.
Everyone was present.
Looking at the densely packed crowd below, Fred wished it was real, that they ca to witness his breakthrough in the field of technology, and not now, where the so-called confidence was all just a front.
"I am Fred."
As the words fell.
Applause filled the room.
Besides reporters and experts, there were also many citizens attending as spectators.
"At the last press conference, we presented a groundbreaking research achievent, an alternative product to the Transcription Fluid, and provided so experintal data on cancer treatnt."
"In this press conference, we will showcase its results in plant cultivation..."
Reporters typed away rapidly.
Plant cultivation?
This was new news. Last ti, Fred only ntioned cancer treatnt, aid at the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Corporation. This ti, talking about plant cultivation was evidently targeting the Myanmar Agricultural Developnt Corporation.
Regardless of its authenticity.
In any case.
News is news.
Below.
The experts and scholars remained calm, after all, it was soone else’s technology, not theirs, what was there to be happy about? It wasn’t the ergence of genuinely new technology, rather just an alternative.
However.
They were quite interested in this alternative technology.
No choice.
This was only the second entity after the first, the owner of the Transcription Fluid—Myanmar Bank Group, which never exchanged technology or cooperation with them. Many experts still maintained a wait-and-see attitude.
Doing their best to understand.
Moreover.
Despite Fred’s claims of high efficacy, if two other issues weren’t resolved, the journey from laboratory to comrcialization for the alternative product would still be long. The first issue was production cost.
The second.
Was the solution technology of Myanmar Environntal Technology Company.
- Oasis.
- Modulation Solution.
All needed to use it. Under the halo of the Transcription Fluid, the average person might forget, but as scientists, they wouldn’t forget that Myanmar Bank Group’s solution technology also stood unrivaled.
...
Xin’an City.
Nowadays.
The atmosphere was a bit strange.
The current livelihood mainly depended on Transcription Fluid, if an alternative product erged, it would an their good days might abruptly end, returning to the previous state. How could that be acceptable?
"It’s definitely fake."
"Yes."
"But what if it’s real?"
"It won’t be."
"Damn it."
"..."
Interest disputes.
No right or wrong, only positions, big truths they don’t understand. They only know that others are trying to overturn their dining table, smash their rice bowls. Keeping calm is impossible, their mood turned extrely sour.
For a mont.
The tourists felt it too.
Deeply sympathetic.
If it were them, they’d feel the sa way.
"Pity."
"Back to the past again."
"Actually, they’ve already gotten enough. These years Ling has been frantically building infrastructure, greatly improving their lives. Even with an alternative, future life would still be good."
"..."
As outsiders.
Of course, they don’t hope for a single entity dominating.
With alternatives.
There are choices.
Although Transcription Fluid doesn’t cost much for treatnt, other aspects aren’t the sa. Oasis, with hundreds of billions, relied on it to push Myanmar Environntal Technology Company to the forefront of the Global Top 500.
To say they’re not envious.
It’s impossible.
...
Inner Buddha City.
Miao Family Manor.
Living room.
Miao Yin paced back and forth, expression extrely heavy. This incident ca too suddenly, catching them off guard. Their fate is closely tied to the Myanmar Bank Group.
Transcription Fluid.
Is the core of the Myanmar Bank Group.
No other.
Losing this product needed by the world, the Asia Dollar is in jeopardy, and their newly launched international ventures will all face problems, leading to a collapse of currency confidence, turning the whole situation into a quagmire.
What to do?
He didn’t know.
At this mont.
Surely many were watching, running away wasn’t an option. Those holding Asia Dollars wanting to exchange them for foreign currency, could only go to the Central Bank, which ans never being able to mingle around here again.
Therefore.
The Burse Chamber of Comrce mbers dared not move.
However.
Foreigners might not feel the sa way.
...
"Tangtang, did you know?"
As usual.
Tang Kai promptly reached out to his nephew.
"What?"
"There’s an alternative for the Transcription Fluid," Tang Kai said, with nervousness in his tone.
"I know."
"What do you think?"
"Eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink, wait and see, when the sky falls, taller people will hold it up," Tang Qing said. This matter isn’t entirely bad, on the contrary, there are quite a few benefits.
The bigger the commotion, the higher the box office of the show.
In addition.
It can also clear out so unsteady folks, such as so foreign companies and so mbers of the Myanmar Asia Chamber of Comrce who can only share wealth but not adversity. At this mont, many people are arranging their exit strategies.
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