<h4>Chapter 1613: Chapter 1448: Not Just Eating (Subscribe Please!)</h4>


    Yangon’s Chinatown isn’t very long.


    Leisurely and rxed.


    In just over ten minutes, you’ve walked to the end. Right next door is Little India, but Tang Qing had no intention of strolling there, lest he return smelling of curry. In Yangon, Indians outnumber Chinese several times over.


    Chinatown.


    Little India.


    After living side by side for so many years, they get along reasonably well. After all, bothmunities are rtively underprivileged locally, so they stick to honest living and straightforward money-making. Their poption even continues to grow.


    Especially in the past two years.


    With the economy improving.


    More and more peoplee here to do business.


    Most head to Yangon. Business in the Myanmar Economic Zone is regted by a filing system, so neers—even with money—find it hard to gain qualifications. Consequently, Yangon bes a springboard.


    A springboard to where?


    Mainly to the Myanmar Economic Zone.


    It has now expanded into three areas, with the new city developing rapidly. Legally doing business here for over a year earns you credit, allowing you to apply for shop rentals in those cities and gain short-term residency permits.


    The benefits are plentiful.


    ...


    Back at the vi.


    Cheng Guangyuan hadn’t left yet. Upon seeing Tang Qing return, he quickly bid farewell.


    "See you tomorrow."


    "Alright."


    After sending off Cheng Guangyuan and his wife, Tang Kai turned and smiled, "Tangtang, look how you scared them."


    "I didn’t say anything."


    Tang Qing spread his hands, refusing to take the me.


    "You’ve reached a stage where your mere presencemands awe." Tang Kai gave Tang Qing a thumbs-up. He understood Cheng Guangyuan’s mindset; Tang Qing’s worth + age + status could intimidate most people.


    And for those with something to lose.


    They feel more awe, fearing loss.


    "me me, then."


    "Haha. Where did you wander off to just now?" Tang Kai asked with augh.


    "Chinatown."


    "A bit disappointing, huh?"


    "It’ll be better in the future. I can endure, but some people won’t." Tang Qing said with implication.


    Tang Kai instantly understood who Tang Qing meant. "Oh? nning for redevelopment? When?"


    "Not anytime soon. It’s a big city; it’ll take gradual efforts."


    "Then you should rest first. Tomorrow morning, take a casual stroll, and then we’ll head directly to Delin Province. Yangon doesn’t have much to see; it’s mainly pagodas and temples." Tang Kai had seen too much over the years.


    Thand is pretty much the same.


    ...


    The next day.


    Morning.


    Cheng Guangyuan got up with red eyes.


    He hadn’t slept well all night, knowing the richest man in Huaxia—Tang Qing, whose worth was a thousand times his—was staying nearby, along with Tang Kai, the top Chinese businessman in Myanmar. Reflecting on his behaviorst night, he smiled bitterly.


    Too pathetic.


    "Get up. Boss Tang has probably risen too." Cheng Guangyuan shook his wife awake.


    "So early?"


    "I heard he wakes up every day to practice Tai Chi; he’s been doing it for years. I feel like the gap between him and me isn’t just wealth and status but also mindset. I’ve decided to start getting up early to exercise every day from now on."


    "I don’t believe you."


    "Want to bet?" Cheng Guangyuan said offhandedly.


    His wife gave a mocking snort, "Bet? You still want to get involved?"


    Cheng Guangyuan shuddered, shrinking his neck.


    Thinking back.


    He felt he never wanted to touch cards again.


    After Ling came to power.


    Hepletely banned all bad habits. Prohibited items were nearly reced by fruit wine, and now addicts are almost nonexistent across Myanmar. The second heavily regted area was gambling.


    Underground boxing.


    Casinos.


    Each shut down one after another.


    Resistance?


    Who could overpower Ling’s fists?


    For a time.


    Unhealthy trends were swept clean and sent to mining fields for ideological education. He had indulged once, ying cards with friends, involving a hefty sum—wins and losses amounted to around two hundred thousand.


    Just as he left.


    The four of them were taken away for a week ofbor reform—not ssified as criminal but still required to work, repairing roads and hauling materials. If it happened again, they’d definitely end up at the mining fields.


    Thinking about it.


    Cheng Guangyuan trembled.


    Embarrassment aside, it was un-negotiable; they had toplete the seven days, which made him fear cards now. Another offense could impact his business—that was no joke.


    After breakfast.


    Cheng Guangyuan dressed in fitness attire.


    "You’ve turned over a new leaf?"


    Just as he was stepping out, his father teased him.


    "People change."


    "Haha."


    "Dad, yourugh sounds so insincere."


    "Does it?"


    "I have things to do; you go about your business!" Cheng Guangyuan jogged away. Seeing his son acting so unusually, Cheng Guangyuan’s father curiously asked his daughter-inw, "What’s up with Guangyuan? Did something provoke him?"


    "An important figure moved inst night; he wants to build connections."


    "Important figure? Forget about it; an old man like me wouldn’t recognize them anyway."


    Arriving outside Tang Kai’s vi.


    Cheng Guangyuan indeed saw Tang Kai practicing Tai Chi.


    He didn’t disturb him.


    Just quietly observed. There was no sign of Tang Qing in the courtyard—well, young people waking upte—it was normal.


    "Morning, Cheng."


    Finishing his practice.


    Tang Kai greeted Cheng Guangyuan. While practicing, he’d kept his eyes half-closed and hadn’t noticed him. With bodyguards covering every angle, he wasn’t worried about anyone approaching recklessly.


    "Morning, Boss Tang."


    "Have you eaten?"


    "Just finished."


    "Next time, exercise before eating; otherwise, your stomach might feel ufortable."


    "Right, right, lesson learned." Cheng Guangyuan blushed a little. After years of not exercising, he’d forgotten about this.


    Tang Kai sighed, "Compared to the past, I feel like people will getzier in the future."


    "Why?" Cheng Guangyuan asked.


    "Exercise is for health. As medical technology advances—now even cancer can be treated, leukemia is no longer a big issue—how much motivation will people still have to work out?" Tang Kai replied.


    "Good thing there isn’t any magic weight-loss or body-shaping drug yet; otherwise, people would be evenzier." Cheng Guangyuan patted his slightly bulging belly. If a pill could turn him into a six-pack guy instantly, who’d bother exercising?


    "Let’s hope that never happens."


    "Indeed."


    At that moment.


    Tang Qing’s voice came from inside.


    "Second Uncle, it’s time to eat."


    "Alright." Tang Kai responded with a smile, then turned to Cheng Guangyuan. "Cheng, go loosen up a bit first, thene back for teater."


    "Alright."


    Cheng Guangyuan nodded.


    He turned and left.


    Gritting his teeth, he jogged a fewps around the vi, went home, showered, and changed into clean clothes. He felt refreshed and looked at the empty living room. "Where’s Qianqian? Hasn’t she gotten up yet?"


    "She just went out with Dad."


    "That girl, always eager to join the fun."


    "She takes after you, with your obsession over counting money."


    "..."


    A few minutester,


    He arrived at Tang Kai’s vi entrance, only to be briefly stunned. His father was chatting andughing with Tang Qing, so he immediately jogged over. "Little Boss Tang, my apologies for my father disturbing you."


    Tang Qing smiled and shook his head.


    "No disturbance."


    Indeed, the man selling sugar figuresst night was none other than Cheng Guangyuan’s father. Having run businesses his entire life, the old man hadn’t forgotten his ancestral crafts and had returned to them for leisure.


    "Little Tang, I’ll head to the stall now. If you want some sugar figures, it’s on me." The old man thought: This must be the important figure his daughter-inw mentioned—definitely someone extraordinary.


    "Thanks, Mr. Cheng."


    Tang Qing waved cheerfully. "And Qianqian, goodbye." Cheng Guangyuan’s youngest daughter, Cheng Qianqian, had no particr hobbies except counting money, especially when apanying her grandfather at the stall.


    It was her greatest joy.


    A fun bond between grandfather and granddaughter.


    "Goodbye, Tang Brother." The well-mannered Cheng Qianqian bid farewell while pushing a small cart.


    "Little Boss Tang, you know my father?"


    "We metst night at Chinatown."


    "My father loves making small crafts. Please don’t mind it."


    "On the contrary, I think Chinatown should focus more on preserving traditional culture, not just being about food, food, and food. Last night, your father’s craft was, to me, the most Huaxia-style artistry I’ve seen."


    If Chinatown turns into just a street of restaurants.


    That would be too dull.


    Hearing Tang Qing’s words, Cheng Guangyuan was filled with respect.