"Fake news, right!"
This was the first thought of everyone who saw the news. Many people had never heard of this museum; even those who had only knew it was large, with minimal additional information, and didn’t pay much attention to it.
But.
What did they just hear?
Real diamonds?
Billions?
Must be joking!
At this mont.
Many Westerners who just browsed the information about the Gold Exhibition Hall were completely dumbfounded.
What?
Crystal Hall?
It seems slightly familiar.
The main impact was from the Gold Exhibition Hall, which was shockingly exhibitioning hundreds of billions worth of gold. They thought this was already extravagant, so they naturally assud the Crystal Hall was a fake.
However.
Now soone is saying: those are all real!
No way.
"Publicity stunt, definitely a publicity stunt."
"Fake news!"
"I think what the gemstone expert originally said was: if true, the total value might exceed ten billion dollars. The dia, to grab attention, directly altered the earlier part of the statent, shaless."
"It’s definitely like this, the dia loves to do such things."
"Swindlers."
"No bottom line."
"Unethical dia."
"Unethical journalists."
"They think we are easy to fool. Even if they make it up, pick another country. I admit Myanmar has money, I admit there’s gold, but when you say they have so many gigantic diamonds, I don’t believe it."
"Exactly, who’s being fooled."
"..."
Don’t believe it.
Don’t believe it.
Don’t believe it.
They cannot believe these are real diamonds because many diamonds are larger than any ever found in history. It’s not possible, and it’s not just one or two, but dozens.
Others asure in grams.
Wealthy people asure in kilograms.
What’s this?
Tonnes?
Even with imagination, they didn’t dare think this way.
So.
Custor service inquiries began.
"Are all your exhibits real?"
"Of course not."
The person asking understood the tone.
However.
The next second.
"Our collection mainly consists of imitations, few originals. Authenticity doesn’t matter to us. We can only guarantee, within our limited conditions, real materials or similar substitutes."
"..."
Fine!
The problem is mine. This is a fair answer. If the imitation technology is advanced enough, the aning of authenticity diminishes because only during buying and selling, when pricing is involved, does authenticity matter.
Strictly speaking.
Imitations.
Identical.
Aura.
Materials.
Feel.
All aspects indistinguishable from the real ones. As long as they’re not sold, used for appreciation, authenticity doesn’t matter, like the Queen’s crown in England, one hundred percent imitation, sa materials, authenticity is irrelevant.
Only original, imitation.
However.
Most people are bound by preconceived notions, unable to get around this concept.
"I wanted to ask if the diamonds in Crystal Hall are all real."
"Sorry, I don’t know."
"..."
Your stuff.
Telling you don’t know, do you have to be so rash? He continued asking several questions, almost all resulting in similar answers, clueless. This kind of custor service really does feel... like custor service.
...
Xin’an City.
New District.
Museum.
Crystal Hall.
Ten minutes until closure.
Music starts playing.
The broadcast begins: "Today’s viewing ti is about to end. We sincerely thank you for visiting. Please follow the staff and floor arrows to exit!"
Broadcasted in five languages.
After listening.
The visitors were ready to leave in an orderly fashion. After all, there’s no admission fee, nothing to consider worth the ticket price. You can co back tomorrow if you want to see more. The place is so large, many haven’t finished touring.
They made up their minds.
Co again when there’s ti.
Suddenly.
A scream.
"Ah!"
Everyone looked over.
It was a Western girl. She ignored the stares, focused on the surrounding shiny objects, and exclaid, "I just saw the news. A gemstone expert said everything in the Crystal Hall is real diamonds."
"Total value exceeds ten billion dollars."
After those words.
The scene fell silent.
Real diamonds?
Billions?
These words echoed in their minds like thunder. They gaped, taking a while to recover, then their gazes turned intensely feverish towards the display cases.
Diamonds.
If real.
They wanted to steal them.
And it felt genuine.
Upon first seeing, they assud they were fake. While looking, they liked the aesthetics, thinking it should be worth the money for artificial crystal, not much, at most several hundred thousand.
However.
Now soone tells them these are real diamonds, valued at over ten billion dollars, converting to Asia Dollars, possibly exceeding a trillion; that shock might be the greatest they have ever experienced.
Those intending to leave.
Stopped.
Rushed to the nearest display case, eyes filled with obsession.
"Real diamonds?"
"I said, they polished them so beautifully, they must be real."
"I really want one."
"Wait a minute, such large diamonds, how can they be real? Even the world’s largest diamond isn’t this size." Soone checked the data, then gazed back at the cabinet at the brilliant piece.
Bright.
Eye-catching.
It seed to weigh more than a kilogram, and it was a green diamond.
"Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t an it doesn’t exist."
Imdiately.
Soone retorted.
"Exactly, a few tonnes of gold sabers, ten tonnes of golden armor, you’ve never seen them before either, haven’t even heard of them, but you’ve seen them now. Don’t use ignorance as a basis for speculation."
"..."
This statent.
Is hurtful.
"I believe it’s real because it’s so beautiful."
"Yes, yes."
"..."
The museum was about to close.
Yet.
They were reluctant to leave, and even more people learning about it rushed over for a last look today. The hall quickly filled up, so the museum had to take asures.
With a "click!"
Inside the display cases.
The special lighting turned off. Without this special lighting equipnt, the diamonds appeared less brilliant. "The museum is closing, please exit promptly. Thank you for your cooperation."
Finished the loudspeaker.
The next mont.
"It’s dark."
A shout of surprise.
They saw the bulletproof-grade glass of the display cases starting to change color. In just a few breaths, they couldn’t see the exhibits inside. This crowd-clearing thod was more effective than shouting.
"Let’s go."
"We’ll co back tomorrow."
"Sa here."
"..."
Though disappointed, they understood it was impossible to stay, as it was getting dark, and ti for dinner. Most museums can be toured quickly, but this one was too big—seeing it in detail in just one day was impossible.
Like the diamonds.
No charge anyway.
Withdraw for now.
In the crowd.
Charles was the last to leave. He was also captivated by this place. Even in a jewelry company, it’s rare to see so many high-quality gemstones. No, this level is not very rare, but nonexistent.
"This really is a treasure trove."
Charles sighed.
...
Qingyan City.
Manor.
"It can... be like this?"
Seeing the news, Tang Kai was stunned as well. Aren’t museums supposed to exhibit antiques? Now they are famous for their ’wealth,’ but taking a unique approach, he admitted, was very effective.
"Why not?"
Tang Qing smiled beside him.
Antiques?
What a joke.
How does that attract the average person’s attention? The vast majority, or rather, ninety-nine percent of people only think of antiques as: this stuff... is just that, why is it so expensive?
Not much interest.
However.
Gold.
Diamonds.
Are like currency, with inherent value.
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