Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2547 - 2385: Delivery

February 5th.

Morning.

Naypyidaw.

Diplomats from numerous nations, together with their security teams that hurried in, reached a site secured with heavy guards. This spot served as the delivery point for the gold on this occasion.

---Myanmar Bank Group, Second Vault.

Primary location.

Obviously, it's the Myanmar Central Bank.

Yet.

The Myanmar Central Bank does not handle sales of Gold Bonds. Hence, no reason to head there. Situated in the outskirts, the vault lies thirty meters beneath the surface.

The holdings of gold from the Myanmar Gold Group.

Half resides here.

The remaining portion.

Lies in the Third Vault in Yangon. Outsiders have been informed of this, unaware that every bit of gold materialized there only the night before.

…

Line up.

Process paperwork.

Verify.

Receive shipment.

…

Few steps required, yet each is rigorously enforced. Governors from several nations' Central Banks came personally to supervise. Post-deal, special planes whisk the gold straight back home.

Following that.

Nations routinely melt it down as standard practice.

Still.

Nobody on site suspects problems with these gold bars, having purchased plenty before without trouble.

Three hundred tons.

Five hundred tons.

One thousand tons.

Three immediate deals summing to eighteen hundred tons handed over directly, and post-melting yields more rather than less, accounting for their refining losses.

On this matter.

Nations can only remark: Generous.

"Elite!"

The Myanmar troops posted around, with their icy and fierce stares, caused top security experts from other countries to instinctively drop their disdain.

Previously.

Towards them.

Most held scorn.

After all.

Truth be told, no impressive combat feats stood out before, but now upon witnessing, views among many foreign elites shifted dramatically. Some itched for a spar.

Regrettably!

All were on duty, and the supervisors clearly refused such requests.

…

"Verification done, please come with me." The vault manager said with a grin.

"Alright."

Over thirty Thai staff trailed into the handover zone. The vault's size limits group deliveries, so nations go sequentially.

Stepping inside.

Wow!

Thailand's purchased gold sat stacked on the table already.

Resembling a mini hill.

Quickly.

Electronic scales emerged as they checked weights individually. Procedure demanded it despite trust; every bar got measured.

Standard international trade gold bars.

Each at twelve and a half kilos.

Certainly.

Myanmar's bars actually tip the scale a bit heavier.

"Twelve thousand five hundred and ten grams, passed."

"Twelve thousand five hundred and ten grams, passed."

"Twelve thousand five hundred and ten grams, passed."

"…"

Ten grams.

Not a lot.

Yet it demonstrates good faith.

Tons of gold boxed in secure password cases, shining brilliantly, left diplomats and guards alike almost blinded by the glare.

Single bar.

In RMB terms, nearly four million; for poorer nations, one bar equals generations of earnings.

World.

Remains brutally pragmatic.

On this occasion.

Word is.

More than a thousand tons of gold, plus sixty billion Asia Dollars in Gold Bonds, set for delivery in a week, with investors from firms and organizations snapping them up.

Thus.

Not everything gets redeemed.

Moments later.

Weighing wrapped up.

All verified accurate; Thai diplomats and bank reps signed the receipt, then wheeled the gold-filled crates to waiting transports outside.

Of course.

Inside Myanmar, local forces ensure protection, flanking with military escorts front and rear.

…

Along the roads.

The full gold transport path stayed under partial lockdown, military rides at each junction, troops vigilant and prepared.

Fearing theft?

Nope.

Preserving dignity.

Demonstrating value.

"Yet another fleet, six escorts, probably over twenty tons."

"Not a big load."

"True, Korea's last one had twelve cars, no less than forty tons. Say, why not a big rig to haul it all?"

"Your smarts make it tough to spell out."

"…"

Locals and visitors tallied the passing diplomatic vehicles, curiosity piqued—a thousand tons of gold in play.

Wow!

Vast fortune.

Given that.

Asia Dollar faith surges in countless minds, backed by gold's timeless role in human history as true money.

Irrefragable.

…

At the curb.

Sun Jiang, standing among the spectators, observed the gold transport vehicles driving past. He couldn't shake the impression that Myanmar wasn't merely selling gold, but genuinely exporting it.

The sheer volume is overwhelming.

At present.

Reserves total four thousand seven hundred tons.

Public sales reach eighteen hundred tons.

Three gold bond deals add up to roughly two thousand four hundred tons. Adding it all up from the figures alone comes to eight thousand nine hundred tons, not counting sales to Huaxia.

"..."

Sun Jiang gave a wry smile.

Ten thousand tons.

Over ten thousand tons of gold. Without those sales, even the United States, the leading reserve holder, would drop to second place.

Terrifying!

Utterly convinced.

Only uncertainty remains: what comes next on the selling block?

Three thousand?

Five thousand?

Ten thousand?

Keeping up this pace of sales, Myanmar could turn into a super wealthy powerhouse just from gold, as long as the supply keeps flowing.

From the looks of this massive dump, no halt appears imminent.

...

Around the world.

Tuning in via television.

Jealousy.

Jealousy.

Jealousy persists.

A thousand tons of gold, valued at about fifty billion US dollars—plenty would dream of stealing it. Yet everyone knows it's futile. For starters, pulling it off inside Myanmar is out of the question.

Security-wise.

Myanmar ranks among the world's elite.

Right now.

Anyone entertaining such reckless ideas understands that Myanmar, much like Huaxia, isn't one to mess with. In fact, Myanmar proves even fiercer up close.

Countless rivals.

Once they enter.

Vanish without trace, swallowed by a black hole.

Next.

Ambush along the route?

Uh!

That's equally daunting, with nations deploying special planes. Without sneaking into the convoy, success is impossible—and infiltration is far simpler in theory.

Bribery?

Feasible.

Yet the crux lies in timing.

One week.

From Myanmar's offer of early payout to today, merely a week has passed—scarcely enough to plot. Moreover, laundering the loot poses another headache.

If trouble erupts.

The entire globe watches intently.

Not only would the victim nation pursue relentlessly, but Myanmar itself wouldn't stand idle either.

To sum up.

This gold.

Once it reaches a nation's vaults, theft might be worth risking. But striking before then? The dangers outweigh any reward.

Ah!

...

The thousand-ton gold deal jolted global nerves, compounded by the prior reveal of three hundred billion Asia Dollars in gold bonds.

Post-launch.

One hour.

Completely sold out!

That rapid, thanks entirely to gold's irresistible allure.

...

In this atmosphere.

Europe.

Eurozone nations face mounting pressure. They sparked this crisis, yet others swooped in to host a flawless spectacle for all.

Their own efforts?

Left in shock.

Reduced to clownish figures; to outsiders, the Eurozone seems drained, methodless, resorting to smears for survival.