Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2412 - 2252: The Most Luxurious, Bar None
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
Within the throng of people.
A figure in a duckbill cap, supported by a walking stick, silently observed the hall brimming with priceless diamonds, a secret smile playing on his lips—it wouldn't take much longer.
Ahead of him.
Soon, some of these might belong to us.
On his previous visit.
He had arrived at the museum intending to scout its design and layout, yet he swiftly earned a record of 'three strikes' and got sent packing back to his homeland.
Plus.
A permanent entry prohibition.
Luckily.
He's no average individual, and he hadn't shown up using his true name regardless. Back home, still fuming, he fixed his sights on robbing this very museum.
Research.
Scheming.
In the end.
His team came to the verdict: it's doable.
Thus.
They dove into tense preparations for sneaking personnel and gear inside, stirring up disorder, pulling off the robbery... and escaping without a hitch.
This scheme.
Nears perfection, much like their past triumphs.
Glancing at his timepiece.
Ah!
Tonight, his crew will slip across into Myanmar, and by tomorrow, they'll deliver a shock to this spot. With that in mind, across Dorne's wrinkled face.
A boyish grin spread.
...
Within the display area.
"So stunning!"
"Truly astonishing."
"That colored diamond's glow is utterly dazzling."
"..."
In the Diamond Hall, gasps of wonder rang out; ordinary folks could hardly dream of beholding such a vast array of diamonds in one go, even if they frequented a gem shop.
Yet.
Those are measured in carats.
Far too tiny.
A speck like a rice grain already costs a fortune.
But in this place.
Every item weighs in kilograms, operating on an entirely different scale. Neither in worth nor in scale can a jewelry outlet compete.
As a result.
This spectacle draws women from around the world as a bucket-list destination; skipping it would be a true regret.
Their gazes brimmed with awe.
One has to admit.
Beneath the custom illumination, the radiance from all these diamonds is downright mesmerizing, shifting hues with every new viewpoint.
Utterly captivating.
"Incredible."
"Gathering so many, each with top-notch size and clarity in colored diamonds."
"..."
Chai Ren felt the same sense of wonder.
Green diamonds.
Blue diamonds.
Pink diamonds.
...
All present, clearly showing that the Myanmar Bank Group controls multiple diamond mines, their output evident from the display.
A diamond Tang knife.
In terms of price.
It kicks off at a minimum of three billion Asia Dollars, without factoring in the scarcity of colored diamonds, or else it'd fetch even higher; jewelry firms worldwide would scramble to buy it.
Just one such item.
Could anchor a store's collection.
As for genuineness?
Ha!
Chai Ren could spot the real deal easily, and they wouldn't stoop to fakes anyway, similar to how Tang Kai’s jewelry empire sources its stock lately.
Primarily from Myanmar.
Including.
A wide range of natural colored diamonds, with hefty import quantities reported, so these exhibits are without doubt authentic, enough to thrill any woman.
Hence.
For over an hour, they wandered through, eager to examine every facet closely, before heading to the Gold Exhibition Hall, where the treasures weren't quite as pricey.
Of course.
Yet another wave of marveling.
Golden automobile.
Full-scale.
Motorcycle.
Truck.
Sedan.
...
A diverse lineup, Chai Ren was at a loss for words; this extravagant style truly tests one's senses, bordering on overwhelming.
Featured among them.
A six-meter golden column, gleaming fiercely, almost searing the eyes.
"So awesome."
"No museum on earth matches this level of opulence—it's the pinnacle, unmatched."
"Thrilling."
"..."
All visitors showered the highest accolades on the museum's creative flair; the journey proved worthwhile just to witness these lavish gold wonders.
Worth every moment.
Undeniably a standout, exciting chapter in one's life.
Even in later years.
It could spark fond memories, though it's a shame the rotations happen so swiftly—each display lingers at most a month before melting down for new forms.
So.
Every one is an exclusive edition.
Beyond the walls.
Those hoping to copy it.
Can at best gild the surface, but nothing rivals the pure gold essence and overall worth of these pieces, let alone their verified reality.
Consequently, snapshots with devices began, preserving the moments.
Once done viewing.
Still craving more, they made up their minds.
Come next year.
They'd return.
Spots like this, full of wonders, demand repeat visits.
...
Post-exhibits.
Museum's uppermost level.
Constructed against the hillside, the peak central area unfolds as a vast garden, bursting with blooms, verdant foliage, and a tall lightning rod at its heart.
Impressively tall.
Around it.
On the roof terrace, rows of outlets line up.
Eats.
Beverages.
Essentials.
Everything on offer, at reasonable rates; visitors not ready to depart after touring can handle their requirements here, perhaps sipping tea, conversing, or relaxing.
Quite the hit.
Therefore.
Chai Ren and his kin settled on lunch right there.
Mm.
Pretty good.
Dishes prepared from ingredients enhanced by modulation solution deliver flavors well beyond the norm; while savoring the meal, pondering the immense worth of the museum underfoot.
His spirits lifted uniquely.
Gold.
Diamonds.
Those two categories alone top one trillion, approaching two, and with the rest added in, the total grows even grander—this represents the true market value.
Unlike numerous museums.
Where.
Items are touted as invaluable artifacts, which strike Chai Ren as essentially worthless, since they can't trade openly, lacking a proper valuation.
Reduced to mere relic status.
On antiques, Chai Ren feels that for commercial evaluation, certain aspects should be set aside.
Culture.
History.
Wonderful indeed.
However.
He holds that history serves to teach and propel forward, advancing by not idolizing bygone eras or figures, avoiding stagnation and exaggeration.
Instead, striving to outdo them.
Progress.
If.
An object gets valued solely for its historical allure without innovation, it's mere puffery, holding little real import.
Pottery.
Porcelain.
Focusing only on ancients, ignoring modern strides and labors, shunning growth, chasing replicas of the old— that's downright odd.
Naturally.
For genuine antique enthusiasts who cherish their pieces without intent to sell, awaiting value rise, their passion deserves respect.
Others.
Awaiting value rise.
Planning to offload.
Just passing the buck, amounting to little more than pointless speculation. Reflecting on this, Chai Ren shook his head—these are merely his own opinions.
Correct or not.
They hold no greater weight.
Regardless.
For him, true promotion means recreating those masterpieces, turning rarities into mass-produced delights; fans could then acquire and appreciate them affordably.
Low-cost.
Accessible.
Practical.
This approach best spreads culture. Attempting that... might ruffle feathers, but why dwell on such minor matters?
...
Sated.
Refreshed.
They resumed exploring.
The museum extends far beyond gold and diamonds, featuring halls dedicated to glowing pearls, amber, coral, agate, jade, and more.
Each one jaw-dropping.
Typically.
Visitors schedule an entire day for the site, arriving at dawn and exiting at dusk, barely scratching the surface.
Chai Ren had no plans to cover it all.
Chiefly since he could drop by whenever, free from the constraints binding typical sightseers.