Quickly.
The group arrived at the nearby reception hotel.
Even though Xin’an Town has been crowded with businessn and migrants, setting new records all the ti.
However, the reception hotel was not overcrowded, in fact, it had fewer guests than before.
The reason was that other hotels in Xin’an Town had gradually started operating, greatly easing the tense accommodation situation. Along with the completion of public rental housing, most of those who often ca here for affairs had rented houses.
Actually, they didn’t lack the money for accommodation, but there’s no need to waste it, right?
After all.
Sleeping in a bed that’s been slept in by countless others doesn’t compare to having one’s own nest. People who travel a lot often have a strange resistance to hotels. No matter how good the environnt or how clean it looks, it feels less comfortable than an ordinary ho.
Strictly speaking,
No one likes to wear clothes that have been worn by countless others.
Even if the flyers are washed clean until they look brand new each ti, it still feels weird.
What particularly bothers the wealthy is that they are not allowed to buy land casually and build villas in the area, or even to buy land at all. The rural residential land is also strictly controlled, not allowing arbitrary expansion after asurent.
Random deforestation is strictly prohibited.
Destruction and occupation of farmland are strictly prohibited.
Even the industrial land is rented to them, let alone developing comrcial real estate. Don’t even think about it. All houses are built by Myanmar Bank Group and then rented out.
Rent, not sell.
Even the offices of various Myanmar Economic Zone managent institutions are rented, but the prices are quite low, almost nil. This is a symbol, stating that the ownership of the houses is in the hands of Myanmar Bank Group.
This makes it impossible for them to understand what the authorities want to do, and leaves those who want to get into real estate or speculate on land nowhere to start.
What they don’t know is,
Tang Qing’s plan for this area is a modern erging district where every detail considers the developnt of the next ten or more years. They can’t just build and demolish buildings randomly or construct villas or neighborhoods haphazardly.
All aspects must follow the plan to ensure that the entire area looks fresh and clean 10 or more years later.
Particularly regarding construction.
After all, brick houses aren’t like billboards, which can be dismantled at will.
Therefore, no real estate projects have been launched even in Xin’an City. All houses are built with the funds from Myanmar Bank Group and then leased out.
fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
As for whether future developnt of comrcial housing will be allowed, it certainly will be.
After all, the demand for housing from the urban population is essential, but currently, Myanmar Bank has not launched its personal housing loans, and most people have houses to live in in the rural areas, so the demand is not obvious.
Plus, they all took the money they earned from this incident and used it to build houses back ho. They demolished their wooden houses and built brick houses. They didn’t have much money left, and not many people could afford it. Once it’s on sale, demand would be unclear. Others may take advantage and speculate on the property market.
So now is not the right ti.
As for how to launch in the future, who will do it, and how big it will be, all remain to be seen. Because the interests involved are too great, and the land value has not been reflected yet.
By the ti the Myanmar Economic Zone is truly developed,
The price of residential land won’t change much.
But the price of comrcial land,
Tang Qing could make it increase tenfold.
Those businessn who want to speculate on land?
They can bugger off. Without Tang Qing’s approval, no one else can get their hand in this business.
.....
Representatives from various countries arrived at the reception room of the guesthouse.
Dishes had been served here.
Depending on the customs of different countries, the cuisine is very particular, and every dish can be accepted by every nationality, so as not to offend anyone. There’s a rosewood round table with exquisite carvings, giving off a rich Chinese cultural atmosphere.
No one found this odd.
It’s bordering on China here.
It’s been influenced by Chinese culture since ancient tis, so it’s quite normal. But the entire décor of the reception room was stamped with a very Chinese style. Even the waitresses were dressed in greenish-blue and plum blossom qipaos.
This made Sun Jiang, the Chinese representative who ca here, very happy.
It felt a bit like being back in China.
He is the Chinese ambassador to Myanmar.
He’s here to have a look at this mine-clearing vehicle, but his main purpose is to find an opportunity to et Ling, to express goodwill. After all, Ling has only been to Yangon twice.
The first ti, was for negotiations with Lang Cai about his subjugation.
The second ti, was in mid-March when, after a eting, he left in a hurry. So, he didn’t have the chance to et Ling. Even though he knew where Ling’s host residence in Yangon was, he didn’t dare to visit.
For a simple reason.
Ling’s identity
Is too unique.
If he were to visit, and Lang Cai got any ideas it could be troubleso. So, he took this opportunity to co and have a look around. If he managed to et Ling, he could express goodwill. After all, cooperation between China and Ling’s side has beco closer and tighter.
Most importantly,
He has heard about the report Ling sent, and the huge loan Ling is preparing to ask China for. This intrigued China, so he was sent to contact Ling and learn the situation.
Even if he can’t et Ling, it doesn’t matter. At the very least he can understand the local culture.
Despite having viewed the information about this place in advance.
Still, seeing it in-person astonished him.
Things one could never find elsewhere in Myanmar could be seen here, like wide asphalt and cent roads coexisting. Even solar-powered streetlights were seen along the roadsides, said to be situated all over the Myanmar Economic Zone except in rural areas, where they are standard.
The density of vehicles here was only comparable to that of Yangon.
However, unlike the generally dilapidated vehicles in Yangon, most of the vehicles here looked almost brand new. Although they didn’t look exactly like it, most of them resembled repurposed military transport vehicles, a style that could not be erased.
They were definitely modified from a certain model of military transportation vehicle.
The roadside greenery was also beautifully done. Garbage cans were placed at set intervals, and people’s faces were filled with hope. The scene was bustling. To the layman, all looked excellent, but professionals might see room for improvent.
Yet, Sun Jiang hadn’t noticed any drawbacks so far.
Here.
The foundations for prosperity had already been laid.
During the toast.
Lunch ended.
Everyone went their own way to report to their respective ’hos,’ promptly transfer the basic service fees to designated accounts, let the locals comnce work, and start delivering goods as soon as possible to address potential risks.
Sun Jiang, anwhile, strolled around Xin’an Town with his assistant.
With the Myanmar Economic Zone now open, it presented an excellent opportunity to learn about the place. Note that even now, the free movent of people in this area has not been fully implented, and two procedures are still required when coming from the Myanmar side.
One is for a pass.
The other is for a temporary ID card.
The approval of the pass required dual review from both the Myanmar end and Ling’s end. A temporary ID card would be made only after both parties agreed. The Myanmar side was strict about this.
It couldn’t be helped.
The Myanmar Economic Zone isn’t open to just anyone.
Although free movent of people was originally promised.
It only applies to those with legitimate reasons and jobs, or those here for work.
Thieves, hooligans, and gangsters are strictly prohibited from entering. Once found, they are imdiately rejected. Many instances have happened when thugs bribed the Myanmar side for a pass but were refused entry here.
A renowned thug even caused trouble.
He is still mining in the mining field to this day.
After this incident, Ling imdiately phoned Lang Cai, who promised to handle the situation seriously. After action was taken against the man who took the money on the Myanmar side, inspections began to tighten on their end too. They couldn’t bear the embarrassnt of rejection.
Being disgraced once was enough. If it occurred again then...
Their hearts couldn’t take it.
This was not a trivial matter after all.
Besides, the person on the other end of the line was an individual who, with a single phone call, could bother Lang Cai. The person across didn’t seem to understand compromise. He dealt with matters strictly, and loved to report everything to his superiors; their hands were tied.
...
Xin’an Town.
On the central street.
Sun Jiang was wandering aimlessly with his subordinate, ng Fan.
This ti, there was only the two of them as Huaxia did not require mine-clearing vehicles and therefore did not need to bring negotiators. Due to their unique status, they were permitted to use caras, but they were to be checked upon leaving.
"Click...."
A bustling street scene was captured by Sun Jiang’s cara.
Seeing soone with a cara, pedestrians made detours. Here, being able to use a cara was a mark of status. Even now, the general public was not given the freedom to use high-definition caras.
"ng, what do you think of this place?" asked Sun Jiang.
"It’s great, even better than an ordinary county town in our country. The buildings are new, and both the quality and city layout are reasonable. There’s no sign of haphazard construction. Look, boss, there are no exposed cables on the outdoor walls. They’re all covered," ng Fan pointed to a familiar long strip on the exterior wall.
It was a semi-circular plastic tube hiding the cables.
"Yes, overall it seems very nice. It just makes one feel good looking at it," Sun Jiang nodded.
The colors and layout of the entire town, even the design of the roadside curbstones, were novel.
If one word could describe the feeling of this town.
It would be -- comfortable.
It gave off a lively yet tranquil visual impression, very delightful. The color of the wall paint and architectural styles indicated that the designer was undoubtedly a master.
"Boss, do you think this place can continue like this? Initially, I thought Deputy Leader Ling was just a small town warlord, but it seems that he’s more adept at construction than destruction.
Now he’s only administered by Myanmar in na, but once the cake gets bigger, it’s impossible for those Myanmar people to stay indifferent. If they start coveting the profits or destroy it out of jealousy, it would be such a pity," ng Fan suddenly said.
Sun Jiang chuckled, "Perhaps, but it’s none of our business. However, conflict will unlikely arise in the short term. If the cake hasn’t been fully baked yet, there’s no need for them to kill the goose that lays golden eggs. Add to that the threat from the north, Ling should at least be safe in the next few years."
Just as ng Fan was about to speak.
At that mont.
Sun Jiang’s phone rang.
"Yes, yes, alright. We will definitely be there on ti." As Sun Jiang finished, he hung up.
"Boss, who was that?" asked ng Fan curiously.
"Deputy Leader Ling, he wants to et us in half an hour."
User Comments
0 comments from readers