Rebirth: Super Banking System
Chapter 1640 - 1472: Riyadh (Please subscribe!)

Chapter 1640: Chapter 1472: Riyadh (Please subscribe!)

Eight hours later.

Passing over Oman.

The airplane entered Saudi territory.

At this moment.

The landscape below had transformed from the Blue Sea into an expanse of wilderness—lifeless and desolate. Yet, the rich mineral deposits hidden beneath this barren land allowed Saudi Arabia, a less developed country, to live almost as if it were a developed one.

"Tangtang, are we almost there?"

Lin Jiaxue walked up from the back.

"Mhm, look."

Tang Qing pointed to a screen on the airplane, which displayed not only the distance and flight path but also the countdown to arrival. It also featured all the planes within a thousand-kilometer radius, represented as dots on the screen.

Radar?

No.

These were satellite feeds transmitted in real time. In addition to yellow dots, there were quite a few red ones too, representing aircraft with certain offensive capabilities.

Nationality tags were also indicated.

USA.

It stood out conspicuously.

Faced with this.

Tang Qing didn’t show the slightest surprise.

The U.S. was currently engaged in a military operation in Iraq.

There were planes showing off their strength here every day—understandable, given the abundance of oil at home. If they didn’t burn some of it off, they’d feel uneasy. Five years into the stalemate, only the U.S. could play it like this.

Other than sympathy.

Tang Qing couldn’t do much.

Such is the game of the great powers.

For now, he was merely an observer. The most he could do was to contribute as much as possible to change some places. When he possessed the power to shift the tides and control the grand scheme of things, then perhaps he’d consider meddling in such affairs.

...

An hour later.

Saudi Arabia.

Capital, Riyadh.

King Khaled International Airport.

Ayman was waiting beside a blue Rolls-Royce. Though he had many friends, only a select few were deserving of his personal welcome before his wedding. Tang Qing, as both a business partner and a super tycoon, certainly qualified.

His fiancée wasn’t present.

They’d only meet at the wedding.

As he scanned the surroundings.

Ayman spotted a familiar figure. He waved vigorously, worried Tang Qing might not see him.

"Tang, welcome to Saudi Arabia."

Ayman gave Tang Qing a big bear hug.

"A new car?"

"Not at all. I borrowed it from my older brother. To gather enough money for the ’oasis’ project, I sold off some of my luxury cars. Now that I’m about to settle down, I plan to be a bit more reserved."

Ayman joked with a cheeky grin.

Tang Qing: "..."

Ayman was truly eccentric.

But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Compared to someone who only thought about cars and women, he was much better. If it weren’t for his lovable quirks, Tang Qing wouldn’t have befriended him. "That’s reasonable. Cars aren’t really that interesting."

"Haha, exactly." Ayman burst into laughter.

Once inside the vehicle.

Ayman took the front passenger seat.

Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue sat in the back, while the driver—a fighter—handled the wheel. Departing the airport, the view was dominated by endless stretches of wilderness. The airport was about thirty kilometers away from the Saudi capital, a drive of less than half an hour.

"Isn’t it desolate?" Ayman remarked bluntly.

"As long as a place embodies civilization, its environment is secondary. Each has its own beauty. The most radiant aspects of any place are its ideas, spirit, and its brilliant historical and cultural heritage," Tang Qing said with a smile.

On someone else’s territory.

In their homeland.

How could he criticize it?

A little flattery costs nothing.

Sure enough.

Ayman was delighted to hear this. Tang Qing hadn’t focused on the environment but rather emphasized history and culture, making Ayman feel respected.

"What you see now is a desert. Once the effects of the ’oasis’ are confirmed, the King plans to heavily invest in planting landscape trees in these areas. With our desalination capabilities and groundwater, it’s entirely feasible."

Twenty minutes later.

The car entered the capital, Riyadh.

Riyadh’s situation.

Made Tang Qing sigh. For such a massive city, there was only one skyscraper. The lack of surface rivers in Saudi Arabia meant the city’s environment was mostly barren loess soil. Fortunately, Saudi wealth ensures the desalination of a million tons of seawater daily.

Of course.

Seawater desalination.

Doesn’t mean Saudi Arabia has no groundwater.

It does.

And plenty of it.

But to protect this precious resource, Saudi Arabia adopts the mindset that if money can solve the problem, then it’s no problem at all. They’ve established the world’s largest seawater desalination capacity.

"I must say, Myanmar Environmental Technology Company’s innovations are incredible. Being able to grow crops within three years is impressive. Honestly, I doubted their technology before."

"But when I saw Huaxia place an order for 20,000 square kilometers, all my worries vanished. They’re a neighboring country, and Huaxia is also a great power. Myanmar Environmental Technology Company couldn’t possibly scam Huaxia for money."

"The only issue is the slow pace. The equipment won’t arrive until the end of the month."

Ayman couldn’t hide his impatience. Huaxia had already started, while Saudi Arabia was still completing surveys, eagerly awaiting equipment that was leisurely floating across the Indian Ocean.

Hearing this.

Tang Qing chuckled.

Given Saudi Arabia’s distance and the fact that it wouldn’t be the biggest customer in the future, there was little incentive to prioritize shipments. For Myanmar Environmental Technology Company, Huaxia was the true major client—20,000 square kilometers, 300 billion.

No hesitation.

Perhaps with some pause.

But in the end, they decisively approved the order.

"Tang, what do you think I should grow on my land?" Ayman suddenly asked.

Tang Qing pondered.

Then spoke.

"As the ’oasis’ becomes widespread, food shortages in many countries will improve, and dietary habits will change. If you’re looking for profitability, economic crops and livestock farming might be the better direction."

"How about camel farming?"

"You already have the answer, don’t you?" Tang Qing glanced at Ayman.

"Sort of. Raising cattle and sheep is already common, but camels are relatively scarce. I think your Huaxia has a large market and likes eating them. Camels might be a good dietary supplement."

When it comes to food.

Ayman truly admired Huaxia.

No.

It started with Tang Qing’s family’s Chinese dishes, which gradually led him to discover Huaxia’s enthusiasm for food. It’s the kind of culture where anything and everything is included in the diet—a biological disaster of sorts, but it also creates business opportunities.

To be honest.

Ayman had never imagined.

He’d transition from mining oilfields to digging soil. Well, oilfields seemed profitable, but the extraction costs were high, and the fluctuations in international oil prices made the current situation quite uncertain—it wasn’t a particularly great project.

Farming.

At least guarantees survival.

Ayman felt his mentality had undergone a transformation.

Ten minutes later.

They arrived at an estate.

There aren’t many skyscrapers in Riyadh, partly due to the residential layout here. This gigantic city is orderly, with numerous royal family residences evenly spaced. Anyone with money owns large courtyards.

And many enjoy raising bizarre creatures.

Regulations haven’t become strict here yet.

It was one of Ayman’s properties, handed over to local fighters before Tang Qing’s arrival.

Suddenly.

A lion’s roar echoed from a nearby courtyard.

"Don’t be afraid." Ayman quickly reassured him.

"Haha." Tang Qing laughed lightly.

Afraid?

Who needs to fear whom?

Forget one lion.

Even if a pack of lions appeared, Tang Qing could teach them what it meant to be cute and well-behaved like kittens in mere minutes. To be fair, he hadn’t fought lions yet—perhaps he should find time to train on the African Savannah.

"Tang, when will your chef arrive?"

"What chef?"

"Don’t you usually bring chefs when you travel?" Ayman smacked his lips, looking greedy.

"I didn’t bring one this time. Wanted to try some local food."

"Really didn’t bring one?"

"Alright, I’m just teasing. He’ll be here tomorrow. I know you plan to host a banquet tonight." For a week-long trip, Tang Qing wouldn’t come without a chef. To avoid complications, they usually arrived through normal procedures.

"That’s great. Leave the next week to me."

Ayman said excitedly.

Before the wedding.

Ayman had traveled around the globe on a pre-honeymoon tour. After the guests left, he planned to take Tang Qing on a tour of the surrounding area, including a visit to his wife’s family in Algeria.

He’d already mapped it all out.