Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2477 - 2315: Doesn’t Your Conscience Hurt?

Cafeteria.

Second floor.

Qi Yi and his survey squad occupied over ten tables. Scanning their surroundings, they struggled to view the area as a mere galley; it bore the unmistakable luxury of a high-end hotel.

The tables.

The chairs.

The interior design.

Simply put—was cost not a factor here? After witnessing such hotel-grade infrastructure, everyone felt somewhat desensitized. The experience felt less like a nautical expedition and more like a luxury retreat.

Shortly after.

The food was plated.

One bite was all it took for everyone to widen their eyes in delight.

"Delicious!"

"Truly an exceptional taste."

"Mhmm!"

"..."

Since alcohol was strictly prohibited on the vessel, no spirits graced the tables. No one truly lamented this; after all, not everyone was a drinker, and the available refreshments were every bit as exquisite.

Nowadays.

Given the widespread integration of Modulation Solution into agricultural staples like vegetables, fruits, and spices, an abundance of novel drinks has flooded the market, serving as a genuine treat for the senses.

Delectable.

Yet, completely non-addictive.

Recalling the properties of the Modulation Solution, Qi Yi’s hand faltered for a moment.

Following that.

He let out a soft sigh. With February coming to a close and March approaching, the annual Auction was on the horizon. He thought back to the gargantuan transaction volume from the previous year.

A involuntary shiver ran down Qi Yi’s spine.

Over four hundred billion.

In U.S. dollars.

It represented nearly half of Myanmar’s total GDP generated in a single day, even though the actual production was spread throughout the year, with orders flooding in during that brief window.

It is truly staggering.

The outcome for this year remains unclear.

Will it be repetitive?

Will it show growth?

Everything is still in shadow.

However.

Qi Yi understands that the Myanmar Bank Group stands to rake in massive profits once again. Furthermore, the global appetite for Modulation Solution has expanded even more drastically compared to last year.

Consequently.

The Myanmar Bank Group will likely ramp up supply. As long as the secret to the Transcription Fluid remains undiscovered, the Myanmar Bank Group is guaranteed hundreds of billions in annual revenue.

The profitability is simply absurd!

...

Full.

Content.

Qi Yi strolled along the deck of the Floater, taking in the nocturnal seascape. He wandered into the smelting zone, arriving at the silver terminal to stare at the stacked metal bricks.

He could gaze at them indefinitely and never lose interest.

Six drills.

Operating continuously from the afternoon, they processed all the extracted ore immediately, converting it into silver bars totaling over fifteen tons.

Good heavens!

The output is incredibly efficient.

Looking at the monetary worth.

It has surpassed one hundred million RMB. If the mining persists at this pace, the silver bars alone would soon pile up into a miniature mountain. During this time, he was bombarded by phone calls.

Government officials.

Corporate peers.

Various state-run mining conglomerates—every single one expressed keen interest, clearly delighted that the Floater’s stay was limited to a few days.

Regarding this.

Qi Yi, naturally, understood their hidden agendas.

After all.

If the Floater were to anchor here permanently, how could these state-owned enterprises ever secure the mining rights for this deposit? Refining is never as lucrative as raw extraction. It is much like the oil industry.

The veterans know, the true wealth in oil rests in the drilling.

Refining.

The margins there are quite thin.

For this reason.

State enterprises were desperate for the Floater to depart, hoping to snatch up this mine and secure the profitable extraction rights for themselves.

It is anticipated.

There will be a frantic scramble at the ministry, and who ultimately emerges victorious depends purely on individual influence. Regardless, it is a win for Huaxia’s economy.

...

The outside world.

Is becoming increasingly captivated; the live stream audience never dipped below eight million, with the shimmering sight of silver bars proving mesmerizing.

Tonight.

Numerous viewers intended to leave their computers running.

To bask in the aura of wealth.

At this juncture.

As the drill depth increased, skepticism regarding the viability of the silver mine vanished entirely; the doubters claiming it was merely a surface deposit had long since disappeared, as everyone pivoted to speculating on one thing.

The total reserves.

"I estimate at least three thousand tons."

"Hardly."

"Five thousand tons is a reasonable baseline."

"Six thousand."

"Eight thousand."

"..."

"Ten thousand."

"..."

It resembled an Auction floor.

Everyone was ‘placing their bids’.

Fifteen tons extracted in half a day, valued over one hundred million. Rough estimates based on current data suggest that standard projections would exceed two thousand tons.

Therefore.

A ten-thousand-ton projection is not beyond the realm of possibility.

...

In the East, night has descended.

In the West.

Morning has broken.

Upon waking to the news, moods soured instantly. A ten-thousand-ton class silver deposit would easily claim a spot among the world's most significant mines.

God!

Could you spare us a glance? We don't demand gold mines, just a few silver deposits of this magnitude would be sufficient.

Nothing more.

At this moment.

With this news trending, the world began to view floating platforms like the Floater with newfound gravity. When they happen upon subpar deposits, it is negligible, but when success hits, it hits hard.

It is a potential goldmine!

Worldwide.

Countless mining firms.

Started to pay attention. Although the likelihood of success is slim, one must remember that the seabed is virtually an untouched frontier, unlike the land, which is scarred and over-exploited.

Tapping a rich mine leads to staggering profit.

Look toward the West.

Look toward the East.

Outside of Qingyuan Technology, no other entity provides such sophisticated equipment. Agencies capable of advanced Scientific Research started drafting plans to launch their own seafloor mining initiatives.

Those lacking the technical capacity turned their longing eyes eastward.

Acquisition.

The most direct route.

So.

When they inquired via telephone.

"..."

Many practically threw their phones in exasperation—the quote was astronomical, starting at twelve billion dollars. Securing a full-fledged Floater demanded a whopping forty billion dollars.

Damn.

Good grief.

Strike down this profiteer; why not just resort to grand larceny? Forty billion is enough to construct an aircraft carrier, yet they charge this much for civilian gear.

Does your conscience not nag you?

Thus.

They did not even bother to negotiate. Forty billion dollars—even with a generous discount to thirty or twenty billion—was still viewed as an exorbitant figure.

Obviously.

Such specialized equipment will never be sold at half-price.

Then.

Where is the value in haggling?

Nevertheless.

Once the frustration subsided.

They looked at the silver output once more, and their excitement reignited, realizing that if they discovered a deposit of this scale, the price tag might actually be justifiable.

Half a day.

Generated over one hundred million.

One day.

Two hundred million.

"..."

Damn it.

One cannot calculate using that logic, as at this pace, the investment would be recouped within a year, leading to massive long-term profits. Reality, however, is rarely that optimistic.

...

The next day.

In the morning.

The sun crested over the horizon.

Onboard the Floater.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"Four."

"One, two, three... four."

"..."

A squadron of men jogged around the perimeter of the 'Island'—they were the Security Department, conducting their semi-daily physical conditioning. The distance covered each lap was significant, yet there was not a single murmur of discontent.

After all.

During their previous military tenure, the intensity was far greater; this was merely a morning warm-up. Peering out at the endless indigo ocean, they felt an overwhelming sense of awe.

Many among them had not been raised by the coast.

They always wished to see the sea.

It was never permitted.

Now.

Seeing it every single day until they became desensitized, they recalled the six months of grueling Training they endured before boarding. Beyond serving as Security guards.

They held other responsibilities.

Rescue operations.

Emergency response.

Fire suppression.

...

They performed a multitude of secondary duties, with security being merely one facet of their role.

Naturally.

Taking on so many ‘odd jobs’ meant their compensation was quite handsome—an entry-level wage of five thousand, supplemented by performance incentives and bonuses that brought their monthly take-home to at least ten thousand RMB.

Even during their preliminary Training phase, they pulled in over seven thousand.

All things considered.

They were extremely satisfied, and this excluded the Annual Bonus. If the operation remains profitable, the yearly bonus could potentially surpass their base salary, to say nothing of the extraneous benefits.

If they remained with this mission.

They wouldn't claim to have reached the pinnacle of existence, but they were certainly outperforming the majority of the population.