CHAPTER 2052: CHAPTER 1875: SCOUTING THE PLACE?

In theory.

Exhibiting Cash almost involves no extra costs, unlike Gold or diamonds. Gold processing has costs; every smelting costs money, and diamonds too, turning raw diamonds into dazzling gems.

The costs are very high.

Not selling.

These investments just have to settle there, like dead objects. For now, it seems Myanmar has no intention of selling these things, planning to continue exhibiting them and offering free admission.

Souvenirs?

Few.

In short.

An attitude of ’I don’t plan to make money’.

Regarding this.

The team leader feels it’s a bit foolish, but not too foolish, because these almost unique and massive items are mind-boggling, attracting tourists to Myanmar whose food, clothing, shelter, and transportation all contribute to Consumption.

From this perspective.

It’s understandable.

Therefore.

Cash.

Is the lowest cost exhibit here.

"That’s a lot of money."

"Looking at them, my firm sense of justice suddenly wavered, no, it wavered again." A man leaned against the showcase’s Glass as if wanting to squeeze inside.

"Haha."

The companion laughed loudly.

"You’re salivating."

At this point.

A travel anchor was talking to his Mobile phone.

Here.

Live Broadcast is not Restricted.

Thus.

Providing for quite a few people.

"Suddenly, I feel, this museum is toxic, such expensive items just placed before you, yet you cannot touch them, just look; for many, it’s completely tormenting."

"Indeed."

"I so want to rob it."

"Same feeling."

"Inside the Glass, is the ideal. Outside the Glass, is reality."

"Insightful."

"A Glass barrier, separating two worlds. Perhaps, this is the world’s most distant distance. I want to turn into a demon, yet seeing the surrounding Security Guards, I feel being poor is okay too."

"Haha, cracked me up."

"Three billion, give me one-thousandth, I can stay indoors for life."

"Me too."

"+1."

"+1."

"..."

The Live Broadcast room was lively.

Some people even gave gifts; the anchor quickly thanked them. If we talk about what can consistently attract people, it’s nothing but those things in heaven and earth. Wealth is one of them. Here lies massive Cash.

Seeing it.

Many people feel very poor.

Then.

Remind themselves, one day... I’ll go see it live. This lifetime, don’t even think about earning so much; moreover, even if you could, it wouldn’t match the speed of their money printing machine.

Click click click!

A hundred million.

Click click click!

Another hundred million.

Thinking about it.

It’s better not to compete with the money printing machine for speed, looking for trouble.

...

Outside the Glass.

The investigation team gathered around without squeezing inside; the Cash stacks were too high, there was no need to get close to see them, just by entering this Exhibition Hall, you could see the tower-like stacks of bills.

Like a woman.

Seductive.

Charming.

Drool-worthy.

"Let’s go, we’re heading to the Gold Exhibition Hall."

After taking pictures.

The investigation team arrived at the Gold Exhibition Hall.

Gold knife.

Gold sword.

Golden armor.

Golden Horse.

Gold monkey.

Gold... tyrannosaurus?

"..."

The team leader opened his mouth.

Sweeping his gaze.

He discovered.

Some exhibit items here have been updated, in one Exhibition Hall stood a nearly four-meter-high tyrannosaurus, baring teeth and brandishing claws, around which people’s Mobile phones just wouldn’t stop.

Damn.

Holy sh*t.

What the?

Is it challenging our worldview?

So reckless with costs, smelting Gold into varying shapes, can we peacefully return home? Because along the way, we’ll wonder... will there be new exhibits next week?

Alright.

This place.

Is really toxic!

A kind.

Of ’surprise’ poison.

"Showing off because of money."

"Indeed!"

"Being poor for long is a disease."

"Showing off wealth, is also a disease, but, I want it."

"..."

Quite a few tourists were envious.

Generally, when others flaunt wealth, it’s mostly luxury items like Villas, yachts, Sports cars, or a feast costing tens of thousands, but they are quite distant; now, those things were right before them.

Not just a few billion.

But tens, hundreds of billions.

Just this.

One tyrannosaurus.

Costing over several billion.

The entire Exhibition Hall amounts to hundreds, plus the diamond exhibition hall, it’s really like playing with a thousand billion. These aren’t billion-dollar investments like Dams, but truly embodying the most direct expression of human Wealth in luxury items.

"Sigh!"

The team leader sighed.

Surprise.

Unexpected.

Yet stifling.

Comparatively, Sweden’s National Museum is completely scum. Don’t mention cultural relics value; once it reaches a certain level, everyone knows the reality, and the water content inside is too high.

Perhaps.

This might be the breakthrough direction for future museums.

Intuitive.

Innovation.

Stunning.

Not just a dry pile of ancient items.

Indeed.

Those are the treasures of human Civilization, bearing a splendid history, of great value, but any era, exhibits leaving marks on earth, don’t they hold value too?

Ancient.

Priced.

Contemporary.

Should also be priced, as long as it’s part of human Civilization’s growth, in an era, unforgettable in a generation’s memories, then it should have historical significance.

Thus.

The items before us.

Are culture.

Are history.

Are memory.

As long as it can stun an era, etching into people’s memory, no one can deny it’s creating history, and it leaves a profound note in human history.

While expressing sentiment.

Suddenly.

The team leader’s eyes sharpened, looking at a man not far away who was standing before a Golden mammoth showcase, gazing intently with an undisguised obsession.

"It’s him!"

Observing for a few seconds.

The team leader was certain.

Indeed.

The head of a ’International Theft Group’ he had interacted with. Many thefts committed, yet well-planned, with good finishes, adept at evading capture, always escaping justice.

Three years ago.

A theft case provoked untouchable people, so he was globally pursued, ultimately as the head caught, and he, as representative, went to lend a hand during that operation.

After capture.

He interrogated.

Not familiar.

But not unfamiliar.

Later.

Not sure what transaction was made with the other party; anyway, ruled insufficient Evidence, not imprisoned for long, then released. As for whereabouts, he didn’t know, nor had he seen since.

Unexpectedly.

Today.

We could meet here.

Interesting.

Could it be... is this guy here scouting?

This...

Is he insane?

Indeed.

The team leader felt so, this place is akin to Huaxia, like a forbidden zone for criminal groups, in a country where even robbing isn’t possible, the question arises, what will one rob?

Knife?

Sword?

Stick?

Or barehanded?

Joking.

How foolish.

Besides.

Just from two observations, he estimated Security in the museum not less than a thousand; many reportedly resided inside the museum, at night, at least in hundreds patrolled.

Without hundreds.

Don’t even think about it.

Forget it.

It’s not my concern if this fool wants to die, what does it have to do with him?