The more they looked.
The more everyone liked it.
At this mont.
The waiter served ice-cold fruit wine. They were not here for a eting; strictly speaking, it was a gathering of investors, and none of the attendees were nobodies.
They didn’t have to worry about specific issues.
"Bang!"
"Long ti no see, didn’t expect to see you here."
"You too."
"Haha."
"..."
This ti.
Many leaders of various major families attended. They rarely went out, but this ti they took the opportunity to take a stroll in Myanmar, wandering around.
Normally.
They spent most of their retirent life at ho.
Gardening.
Growing vegetables.
Walking dogs.
Praying.
Quite fulfilling.
"What do you think?"
"Good."
"I think so too."
"..."
"Hi, Paul!"
"..."
The capital that ca was from Indian, but not necessarily owned by Indians. The subscription range this ti was for Indian capital that reached a certain scale.
Therefore.
Indian capital and Indian-owned capital are two concepts. Although the United Kingdom withdrew, UK capital did not and still exerted remote control.
This ti.
The first batch of subscribers was mainly Indian dostic capital. Besides wanting to make money, they were willing to do so as Indians.
So Indian enterprises controlled by Westerners held etings for several days, endlessly debating, only joining slowly when the subscription shares were almost up.
So even made a lot of demands.
"Screw off!"
Ahem.
Although not explicitly said, the attitude of the Myanmar Bank Group was exactly this: We are doing business. If you want to do it, co. If not, exit and turn right.
No one is forcing you.
This ti.
This made a lot of people quite angry.
However.
Looking around, seeing the dwindling subscription shares, they gritted their teeth and accepted, signing what they believed to be ’unequal’ treaties.
"Why are you investing too?"
An elderly Indian man looked at a nearby Englishman with a sly smile.
On hearing this.
The man showed an awkward smile.
"Of course, to contribute to India’s developnt, and I also think this project is promising."
"Oh."
"That’s it."
Saying so.
The old man had a strange smile on his face.
"..."
While they were chatting.
Suddenly.
The lodious music stopped.
Imdiately.
They stopped talking, glanced at the ti, and figured it should start soon. They saw a sowhat familiar face walk onto the stage, the chairman of the Myanmar Bank Group.
Seeing him.
Everyone cast various glances.
So friendly.
So displeased.
So dismissive.
After all.
Myanmar Bank Group was established too recently, and they saw this person’s resu, lacking a study abroad background or a Western education background, born in an ordinary family.
Such a person.
Honestly.
So families believed in bloodline superiority and looked down on him.
However.
Most were friendly. After all, he controlled imnse capital and assets, and a few companies under his command were practically defying the heavens.
- Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group.
- Myanmar Environntal Technology Company.
- Myanmar Agricultural Developnt Group.
These were the three companies everyone was most familiar with. The first two were publicly listed, each with a market value on Myanmar’s stock exchange of no less than two trillion Asia Dollars.
As for the third one.
It’s not listed yet.
However.
It’s said to be soon.
With the miraculous efficacy of modulation solutions, it was not hard to guess that once such a company went public, catching up with the first two would not be difficult.
Therefore.
Just these three companies valued at over a trillion dollars, coupled with dozens of group companies under their command and the assets they controlled, made everyone enviably impressed.
"Hello, everyone."
"Welco esteed guests, and thank you for your support. I firmly believe that with everyone’s support, Roy City will beco even more successful than it is now."
"You all."
"Are making history."
"You,"
"Are changing your own country."
"You."
"Are also paving a broad road for the future urban construction of your country. You are participants, witnesses, and the heroes of a new stage in history."
As the patrons.
A little flattery.
Costs nothing.
"..."
After a round of motivational speech.
All right.
Though everyone present was an old fox, they couldn’t help being influenced. People like to hear flattering words; it’s not entirely based on reason. It was quite a pleasing experience.
After the motivational speech.
There was an introduction.
"Everyone should have seen it. This is the entire blueprint of the future Roy New City, with a total investnt exceeding 1.5 trillion Asia Dollars and a construction period planned for one and a half years."
"That is to say."
"In early 2021, or the end of 2020, everyone will see it transford from a design into reality, becoming a shining pearl in eastern and northern India."
"In the city."
"We have planned two horizontal and two vertical modern tro lines, along with sightseeing trams above them, forming a double-layered tourism trunk line."
"Drainage."
"Water supply."
"Electricity supply."
"Natural gas."
"Internet."
"..."
"All are designed and constructed according to world-leading concepts and standards..."
While listening, everyone nodded, most of their faces growing more and more smiles. However, so Western faces were quite calm.
Hmph!
They are just after profits.
Whether India prospers or not.
Isn’t their concern, as long as they can answer to their bosses. If it weren’t for the fear of being scorned by India’s upper class, they wouldn’t even be willing to invest in this project.
Unlike local Indian families who like to accumulate assets, foreign capital in India just wants to earn quick money and is less willing to make heavy capital investnts.
This ti.
Soone ntioned: If not a penny is invested, and soone stirs up trouble, they could easily be labeled as only profiting without supporting India’s construction.
As vampires.
As parasites.
As evil capitalists.
And so on.
Such slander.
Could be troubleso, hard to wash away.
By that ti.
If the shares had been fully subscribed, trying to redy it would be too late. They later realized that this wasn’t just alarmist talk.
Starting last week.
The Myanmar side published the list of Indian capital involved.
After seeing it.
Praise followed.
And imdiately, public opinion pointed out so Western-controlled enterprises making a lot of money in India but not investing a penny in this project.
Scolding them vehently.
Especially reprimanding them.
As if they were utterly unforgivable.
Moreover.
It’s growing larger and wider.
In India.
Whether among the lower classes.
Middle classes.
Or upper classes.
There is almost unanimous dissatisfaction, not suddenly erging but an accumulation of grievances over a long ti.
After all.
The English still hold high status in India and control huge capital. You can have it, but don’t always treat us as chives ready to be chopped.
Thus.
A spark.
Ignites.
And burns ever brighter.
Now.
Even starting to collectively boycott the products of those companies, making many Western-controlled enterprises that subscribed early breathe a sigh of relief, glad they discovered it early.
Otherwise.
They would be among those labeled. That’s why when asked by Indians earlier why they invested in such a ager return project, it was a bit embarrassing.
Do I want to?
Isn’t it because I was forced?
If you’ve got the chops, don’t babble on.
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