Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2491 - 2329: I Don’t Want This Basketful of Lemons!
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
United States.
Dawn.
This explosive news shattered the morning grogginess of countless individuals.
"What?"
"Is that real?"
"Oh my God!"
"One or two tons daily—it's like free cash falling from the sky. Such incredible fortune, all thanks to Tang Qing? They just dug up a massive silver deposit, and now a huge gold mine turns up."
"Myanmar's about to boom!"
"Damn it, why the East again."
"..."
Despite living in one of the world's top advanced nations, they were utterly stunned by this figure. One to two tons each day—unbelievable!
Do the math.
That's 500 tons yearly.
Valued at 20 billion USD.
Beyond words!
It's as if the heavens are blindfolded, or maybe shut in a pitch-black cell, forced to scribble 'Myanmar rocks' a million times over!
How does Myanmar snag every great prize?
"What's the total reserve of this gold mine?"
"No idea."
"Looks like they haven't announced it."
"It's driving me nuts not knowing. Hopefully, it's only 300 to 500 tons, gone in a single year."
"Dream on!"
"Yeah, a deposit yielding one to two tons daily won't deplete that fast—there must be satellite veins nearby packed with more gold, no question."
"Sigh!"
"Imagine if it lasts a decade..."
"..."
The burning question right now is the reserve size. If it's mined out in a year, no huge issue, but sustaining that output for eight or ten years?
That'd be horrifying!
Ten years.
Five thousand tons.
Good lord.
Over 200 billion USD in value—pure windfall riches. And for a mega-deposit lasting 30 to 50 years... they'd be tempted to invade.
At the same time.
Some in America mused: "Thank heavens for the modern era."
"Yeah."
"Back in the '50s or '60s, no way they'd skip a raid. Gold ruled as the standard then, priceless stuff."
For 500 tons annually, Western powers would've boldly seized Myanmar without hesitation.
Besides.
Annual output of 500 tons.
They'd battle fiercely.
No holds barred.
Without fail.
...
India.
Right now.
Still afternoon.
Few days back.
After Myanmar's repeated shocks, they'd diverted attention elsewhere to stay sane, above all.
The Floating Boat project.
After all.
Glancing around, that's the prime suspect for flop potential. If yields disappoint, gripes erupt.
Thus.
Everyone itched to see it crash.
But surprise!
Morning brought eager waits for updates, afternoon delivered the bombshell.
"..."
Silence!
Dead silence! Minds went blank—500 tons of gold yearly is insanely lucrative, turning them into laughingstocks once more.
Hoping for a fiasco.
Instead.
Tears welled up.
"No way!" one yelled in denial.
"Exactly."
"Fake news for sure."
"..."
Refusal to believe.
Skepticism.
Loads couldn't stomach this outcome—it crushed their spirits.
Yet.
After pondering.
Acceptance was inevitable—what argument holds? Empty words? Even at one ton daily, it'd spark raging envy.
"Nooo!"
Mental breakdowns hit many, surrounded by deities galore—outnumbering all foreign elites combined—why skip India for these boons?
The skies.
Unjust!
Haha.
No gold mines wanted, no silver hauls... Sob! Spare me this lemon overload!
...
Huaxia.
Netizens' eyes lit up.
Joy exploded.
"Tang Qing, luck forever yours!"
"Bow in awe!"
"True son of destiny."
"Legendary!"
"Congrats!"
"..."
Fans cheered Tang Qing's Myanmar gold venture. Spotting a colossal deposit right away? Pure delight for him.
True enough.
Heaven blesses Tang Qing.
Whatever he pursues.
Turns epic.
"Lost east, gained mulberry."
"Spot on."
"Unlike the 10,000-ton silver mine—not fully his—the 10% cut here yields far more."
"Precisely."
"Massive earnings this round."
"Night and day."
"Full silver mine extraction tops 100 billion RMB, but 500 tons gold yearly blasts past 180 billion total."
"Gold wins big."
"..."
Deeper the math.
Greater the shock—if sustained, 15 billion profit locked in. Enormous fortune.
Breakeven in year one.
Awesome.
What investment wizardry— not penny flips for quick bucks. Hundred-billion scale play.
God-tier Tang Qing!
...
Myanmar.
Naypyidaw.
Embassy.
"Cough!"
"What the...?"
"..."
Sun Jiang in his office, news in hand, nearly spat out his tea. He pondered: how much luck has Myanmar stockpiled?
Bonanza after bonanza.
Even gold veins.
Pack ultra-high grades.
Correction.
Stratospheric levels.
Globally, by grade, top three spots claim Myanmar. Insiders know—he especially.
Dumping over 2,000 tons to Huaxia? Telling.
For Myanmar?
Beyond 3,000 tons stashed in Central Bank.
Yearly sales abroad, prior bonds lock 1,000+ tons over three years.
Now.
Fresh gold motherlode.
Thus.
New gold bonds incoming? At 1,500 tons backing three-year notes.
Equals.
500 billion RMB.
Hold up.
Deep breaths.
Too wild.
Meaning, next three years flood market with another 1,500 tons—plus old bonds, 2,500 tons total.
Really.
No fear of gold price crash?
Ugh!
Think harder.
No sweat.
One.
Gold's traits shine: industrial use, collectible, monetary—global hard currency, enduring.
Millennia strong.
Only lately finance pushes off base metals to credit cash. Gold's trust lingers.
Plus.
One.
Top hoarder USA blocks price drops.
Two.
Myanmar craves rises.
Three.
Germany.
Four.
Huaxia.
...
Truth: bigger reserves, fiercer opposition to plunges. Gold prices swing wild internationally, so?
Central Banks dumping heaps locally?
Ditching reserves?
Nope.
None do.
Instead.
Not dumping—instead, yearly buys to bolster. Holdings stay rock-solid minimum.
Hence.
Gold view skips spot prices alone—capital games aside, nations' core currency plays align on gold forever.