Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2514 - 2352: Pyramid

Time.

July gradually drew near.

Huaxia.

With the water networks under constant repair, countless spots dodged severe floods. The nonstop torrential rains failed to cause destruction anymore.

Families everywhere rejoiced.

However.

Other nations abroad lacked such luck.

Thailand.

Vietnam.

India.

...

Numerous Southeast Asian nations used to share the same fate, yet this year, backed by Myanmar and Huaxia, they shone distinctly.

As usual.

Flood season struck these lands once more.

"Myanmar’s techniques just got massive-scale proof of their success again. It’s yet another superb recipe for minimizing worldwide damages."

"..."

"This approach benefits the entire world and deserves widespread adoption!"

"..."

"Our nation ought to adopt it too; unlike expensive, lengthy dam projects, this investment suits ordinary countries."

"Those with funds provide funds, those with power offer power."

"..."

Nations quickly ramped up coverage on the flood control strategies from those two countries; within just one year, Huaxia delivered jaw-dropping outcomes.

Indeed.

Lessons were absorbed.

But.

The results showed up fast. Restoring waterways and turning lowlands into reservoirs beats the long wait for dams in speed.

And costs less.

See.

Merely months in, achievements this massive emerged—pure miracle. Barely into July, tons of countries dispatched study groups.

To Myanmar.

Why?

Naturally, to master the technique and implement it right away.

...

Myanmar.

July brought sticky heat to Xin’an City. Throngs of visitors from everywhere filled the vibrant streets, even as Transcription Fluid neared worldwide rollout.

Europe and America approved it one after another.

Yet.

Crowds kept pouring in.

Xin’an City had evolved into a global tourism hub, packed with unique attractions unavailable elsewhere, buzzing all year.

- The museum.

- City Projection.

- Xin’an.

These rank as the top three spots for any visitor. Beyond Xin’an’s ‘Spacecraft,’ which can’t undergo real changes, the rest keep delivering fresh wonders.

"Wow!"

"Incredible beauty! It’s a Pyramid!"

"Oh my God."

"Folks here sure know how to enjoy themselves."

"..."

Tourists marveled wildly at the sights.

Pyramids.

In the museum’s Gold Exhibition Hall stood the massive Golden Pyramid, weighing hundreds of tons, gleaming with mesmerizing golden hues and intricate designs that hinted at ancient secrets.

"Click!"

"Snap a group pic with me."

"..."

Cameras flashed nonstop.

Within the throng.

An Egyptian visitor grinned wryly, "Who’d bother with those sand-covered pyramids now?" Right ahead gleamed solid gold.

Heaven!

How could it not overwhelm?

Hundreds of tons.

Billions in value, openly displayed for all, utterly... lavishly beyond words. He’d witnessed billion-dollar carriers before.

Still.

First time for a billion-dollar solid-gold Pyramid.

Mind-blowing!

"Won’t this crush the structure?" he grumbled, tone laced with envy. Unavoidable though—it thrilled beyond measure.

Alone, this drew.

Hordes of tourists worldwide.

"Gotta tell my buddies to rush to Myanmar fast—the Pyramid show lasts just one week, then it melts down forever."

"Hey, Jason, check this out; skip it in person and you’ll regret forever."

"..."

Plenty dialed up friends.

This sight.

Locals just smiled—it occurred constantly; not every exhibit thrilled all.

Yet.

Each captivated certain crowds.

Like animals.

Cats.

Rabbits.

Tigers.

.....

Every display fired up its fans; droves flew over solely to glimpse them, swelling visitor numbers hugely.

Thus.

A steady pull on international travelers formed.

Gold.

Diamonds.

Two halls.

Treasures totaling hundreds of billions on show—a true novelty. Sure, other museums hold pricier holdings.

Antiques.

Calligraphy and paintings.

Documents.

...

Human history’s cultural gems, often invaluable. Yet for average folk, appreciating them proves tough. Most remain everyday people.

Plus.

They prefer tangible items over deep study.

Unlike earlier.

The museum added loads of sales spots, mostly replica antiques. He watched foreign groups snap up porcelain with cash.

Chu Le’s lips twitched.

"This..."

"...is blatant faking!"

"Way too..."

Beside him.

Hearing his son’s remark.

The elder beamed widely, "What’s the issue? It’s a good thing—ever heard of cultural export? How else if they don’t even know it?"

"Plus."

"Labels say imitation clearly—no harm to real antiques."

"Instead."

"It might even boost the market. Truth is, crafted near-perfectly like ancient ways, superb replicas."

"Amazing!"

The elder lauded with zeal.

This skill.

Flawless!

Skilled forgers could fool with these. But given the museum’s clout, he dismissed it—no chance.

Backers.

Not money-strapped.

Forgery?

Billions in yearly legit gains—why chase petty scam cash? And these mimic Huaxia porcelain.

Sold to outsiders.

Counts as culture spread.

Later.

With Chu Le, he toured more halls. Though no close inspections allowed, exhibits struck him as ever more authentic.

As an archaeology expert.

At times.

Backed by vast knowledge and instinct, eyeing an artifact reveals its truth. Yet here.

He discovered.

Instinct faltered; every ‘Imitation’-marked piece felt real. Utterly bizarre.

Itching to handle.

"Can we buy these imitations?"

"Sorry, no sales on displayed Imitations."

"Why not? Remake more."

"Strict rule."

"..."

Prior questions to staff got firm no’s—all items, imitation-tagged or not, off-limits, no exceptions.

Powerless.

Only gazing remained.

Back home.

Connections might grant touch, but in Myanmar, no contacts, plus circulating whispers.

Not just him.

Industry peers noted these ‘Imitations’ masterfully done—sight alone deceives for real.

Over time.

A daring idea surfaced—all are authentic goods.

"Uh!"

"No way."

The elder shook his head wryly; even uniting Huaxia’s top museums couldn’t amass such prime antiques—real? Impossible.