Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2515 - 2353: Delin Province Phase II

Far too numerous.

Far too diverse.

Countless antiques would never make their way into Myanmar. Thus, such notions are mostly overlooked, praised merely for superior replication techniques.

Yet.

The elder sensed something off.

After all.

The museum's displays. Be they gold, diamonds, jade, or jewels. Every piece is authentic. Solely the antiques bear 'imitation' tags.

To mention.

Utterly bizarre.

No matter how one looks at it.

Impossible to lack even one real antique, isn't it?

From what he knew.

At the museum's debut, no such labels existed. Only afterward did collectors realize these matched their lifelong treasured antiques perfectly.

To affirm their own collections' singularity, complaints poured into the museum.

Consequently.

Weary of endless gripes, labels were affixed. This quelled the dissenters and sealed off ordinary dialogue routes.

Museums across nations.

None could intervene.

...

'Look closer, it won't bite you.'

Chu Le neared yet another display case, eyeing the Yuan dynasty blue-and-white porcelain within, itching to shatter the glass.

'Folks deem it a hassle.'

'Hassle? Endlessly smelting and remolding gold, time after time—ain't that hassle aplenty?' Chu Le grumbled inwardly about forging items from hundreds of tons of gold over and over.

Sheer extravagance.

'Precisely because it's hassle enough, no call for extra bother,' the elder remarked offhandedly.

'...'

Fine.

This logic brooks no argument.

Thereafter.

The pair persisted in their admiration, dawdling long at each case. Striving to spot 'imitation' tells, unearthing imperfections.

Yet.

Disappointment awaited; even magnified snapshots yielded zilch.

...

Dusk fell.

Museum shutters closed.

'Whew!'

Stepping from the hall, the elder brimmed with fulfillment. One venue showcasing nearly every global antique suited him ideally.

Pity.

Inability to touch them marked the deepest sorrow.

No matter.

Eye-feasting suffices. Since his debut visit, myriad domestic experts pilgrimage yearly for days to quench their inquisitiveness.

In truth.

Some affluent souls linger a month, daily scrutinizing every piece up close.

...

Riding the light rail.

Back to the hotel.

Before vast windows, the elder silently contemplated the distant megacity panorama. Encircling hotels boast prime vantage spots.

'Transformations immense.'

He sighed involuntarily.

Long ago.

Antique hunting here left impressions of destitution and lag. Yet scant years later, it blossomed into today's spectacle.

Contemporary.

Habitable.

Splendid.

Job satisfaction, life bliss.

...

Every accolade applies flawlessly, no doubt.

'Father.'

'Eh?'

'Delin Province's phase two sales are live—why not snag another for investment?'

'Sure.'

The elder agreed. Northern home winters chill bitterly. Retired now, winters here mean museum jaunts aplenty.

High-speed rail zips.

Swift indeed.

As for Xin’an City purchase?

Sorry.

Off-limits.

Myanmar Economic Zone bars foreigners from commercial housing; Myanmar Bank Group monopolizes all such commerce.

Rentable.

Not sellable.

The elder views local realty as prime investment. Robust blueprints ensure promised deliveries. Zero shoddy work.

Besides.

Sales post-completion; ghost buildings absent.

...

Following dawn.

Morning.

Delin Province.

Capital city.

Planes soared and descended nonstop. Fresh airport buzzed with flights every five minutes.

Its launch.

Eased strains on fellow Myanmar air hubs greatly.

'Hurry along.'

'Stay with the group—bus awaits beyond arrivals.'

'...'

Huaxia arrivals streamed off the flight, led by a red-hatted woman waving a flag. Mix of elders and youth.

Beijing origin.

Visa check.

Blazing pace for Huaxia visitors; Myanmar's on-arrival visas long standard. Next month onward, Huaxia entrants.

Visa-free!

'Love this efficiency,' a Huaxia fellow declared.

'Absolutely!'

'No bribes, no snags, and homeownership grants long stays. Proximity to Huaxia bliss. Phase two launch—I crave two more units.'

'Nah, limits are blessings; sans them, we'd hoard everything.'

'Spot on.'

'...'

Precisely.

Property tour cohort for Delin Province's phase two tourism realty, fully built, sprawling south from original hundred-mile zone.

Stretching borderward.

Originally.

Myanmar's tourism blueprint spanned Delin Province's slim midriff alone, now thrusting to the southern extremity.

Hotels.

Villas.

Communities.

...

Southerly construction surge forms epic endeavor. Vast inventory demands buyers, hence Huaxia tour groups.

...

Bus boarded.

Guide pressed on.

'Behold, this stunning coast mirrors your viewing sites exactly. Zero false promises.'

'True vacation haven.'

'...'

Riders gazed rapt at proximate shores.

Azure skies.

Snowy clouds.

Sapphire waves.

Sands.

Villas.

...

Idyllic vista. Years at peak occupancy, yet timeless, akin to fresh resorts.

'Structures boast supreme quality.'

'Opulent finishes.'

'Premium materials defy sea-view pitfalls. Temperate weather, sheltered bay vistas charm.'

'Mild gales, balanced rains.'

'...'

This pitch.

Guide's umpteenth delivery. Unlike dubious tours peddling lies and spawning woes, here truth reigns.

Hearing it.

All nodded sagely.

Prior to arrival.

Research abounded—web dives, peer tales—all echoed: procure here, reap rewards.

Verily.

Domestic coastal realms flaunt seas, strands, inflated sea views.

Yet.

Overcrowded!

Prime beaches scarce, jammed solid—unlike this expanse. Endless shores; beachless spots get crafted sands.

Ample space per person.

Uncluttered.

Thus.

Vacations here thrill affluent clans with top bang-for-buck. Self-use or invest, win-win.

...

Two hours passed.

Phase two shoreline reached.

'Witness: phase two mirrors phase one—beaches, hotels, full amenities; rail line now reaches here.'

'Ahead.'

'Thailand trips? Nearest stop under ten klicks. Drive or ride public—effortless.'

'Plus.'

'Bangkok bound? Four-hour train max. Scenic journey, pure value.'

'...'

Bus interior.

Excitement swelled.

'Self-drive fans: short southern jaunt enters Thailand; half-day hits Malaysia.'

'Phase two's tip? Mere 1,200 km to Singapore—prime road trip path.'

'...'

This revelation.

Temptation surged for most. 1,200 km daunts pedestrians, but cars conquer in two days tops.

Singapore drivable.

Frankly.

Huaxia's sprawl inures to such spans—feels trivial. Singapore opposite? Indonesia ferry hop.

Done.

Fired up, instant purchases beckoned. Summer break raged—family fun awaited post-buy.