On the stage.
Tang Qing gazed at the rushing water below. If people knew that nearly two tons of gold could be collected in a day, they would probably be too envious to sleep.
Globally.
This is the only one.
Therefore.
To avoid making so people uncomfortable, the daily gold output here is not publicly announced, only historical figures are shared, with the sa explanation as the Northern Europe’s Gold River.
---Millennia of sedintation.
In fact.
They even Photoshopped the maps.
In the photos.
Beneath the trembling water flow, there are grains of sparkling gold. The pictures aren’t high-definition, a bit of blur is good, more harmonious, leaving plenty to the imagination.
Speaking of the Northern Europe’s Gold River.
Tang Qing smiled.
Then.
In a flash of light, he disappeared from the platform.
...
Northern Europe.
Underground.
In a karst cave ford over countless millennia, after a flash of light, a silhouette appeared in mid-air. Below him, groundwater flowed softly.
Walls on both sides.
Rivers in front and behind.
Previously.
He always suspected there couldn’t be just that one area of gold sedintation; the intricate underground rivers might hold more treasures downstream.
A couple of days ago.
The detection equipnt had located the eighth sedint pool, the largest one, while the first seven only contained gold totaling less than three hundred tons.
Relatively little.
But the eighth one.
Right here, nearly four kiloters deep, impossible for others to mine, but not for Tang Qing.
The river seems only five ters wide on either side.
However.
Its depth exceeds three hundred ters, which is why heavier matter in the water sinks, and at this mont, the dark water surface gradually brightened.
Brighter and brighter.
Finally.
"Splash!"
A subrsible carrying a square box broke the surface, and in a flash of light, the box containing gold sand was teleported away.
Simultaneously.
An empty box was delivered.
"Gurgle!"
Dived down.
The subrsible continued its work. This river’s channel is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a bottle, with a huge space below where much gold sand has accumulated.
This ti.
Another small profit can be made.
A few days ago.
After negotiations, with Huaxia’s monthly transaction volu of eighty tons of gold, an additional twenty tons were added, making it a round one hundred tons, totaling one thousand two hundred tons a year.
It’s insane.
In the future.
No further increase will occur.
After all.
Demand isn’t infinite. Even at the current one hundred tons, another year or two might see the transactions stop, as gold ultimately isn’t edible.
Just enough is sufficient.
When the ti cos.
Huaxia’s reserves will surely exceed three thousand tons, easily placing it among the world’s top three. After that, there won’t be any worry about selling the gold.
Joking aside.
Gold.
Its value is universally acknowledged.
Moreover.
Don’t think that selling a few thousand tons will make gold worthless. One should know that primary trading partners are countries, with only small quantities entering the local market.
Therefore.
The value of gold shouldn’t be considered under the usual ’supply increases, price drops’ rule. Do countries hold gold reserves for investnt purposes?
No.
Most of the gold held by countries doesn’t enter local markets; it serves as credit backing for the country, with only a minor role in value preservation.
Over the years.
Gold has fluctuated countless tis, but has any country feared its gold might lose value and rushed to sell it? Rarely, and not due to such concerns.
On the contrary.
During price drops, countries often wish to buy more.
Thus.
Gold.
Never lacks custors.
In the future.
The gold Tang Qing aims to export will far exceed these few thousand tons. Only when everyone possesses more gold will they increasingly recognize its credit value.
In that way.
The Asia Dollar can have a long journey.
Ten thousand.
Twenty thousand.
Thirty thousand.
Depending on the situation.
One only hopes that people’s hearts can handle it. For instance, tomorrow, when the first batch of tourists arrives at the ’Disguised Underground Gold River,’ they shouldn’t be too surprised.
...
The next day.
July 19.
Sunday.
Tour buses, one after another, departed from Xin’an City, full of curious tourists heading towards the ’Gold Mine,’ each very excited.
They were fortunate to be the first batch of tourists.
"Brother, I’m almost there. I’ll take photos for you... Okay... Haha, so lucky to have grabbed the tickets for the first day of sightseeing."
"..."
"I know, once I get there, I’ll notify you imdiately. If there’s internet, I’ll video call you."
"..."
Such good news had to be shared with friends. So influencers even started live broadcasts, quickly gathering an audience exceeding ten thousand.
Anticipation was high.
...
Half an hour later.
Exit the expressway.
Ten minutes later.
A turn.
The bus drove onto a mountain road. Though called a mountain road, it was well constructed, with two lanes and a deep-colored asphalt road, not the usual grey.
Apparently recently built.
Of course.
There was another possibility---few vehicles travel it.
Blue sky.
White clouds.
Green road.
A picturesque scene, with many snapping photos. So pulled out their mobile phones and opened a map to see the road’s location.
Only to be stunned.
"Why isn’t it on the map?"
"Huh?"
"This road isn’t marked on the map. That’s odd, I downloaded the Myanmar Bank Group’s official recomnded map. Could it be deliberately hidden by the authorities?"
"It’s not on the tourist map either," a passenger said.
"No."
Another person refuted.
"I do have it here. Look."
The two compared.
Perplexed.
One had it, one didn’t, but soon the reason was clear: the latter had clicked confirm on the recent map update, while the forr clicked later.
After the update.
"It really is there. Let see, the end of this road... Tian Duan Mountain Gold Mine? Didn’t expect Myanmar Bank Group to be so cautious, updating it only today."
"Understandable."
"..."
On the map, this road wasn’t marked on paper maps, only visible on mobile maps and just updated in the morning.
Otherwise.
No one would know it existed. With such secrecy, it’s understandable.
Before long.
Soone suddenly realized.
"There’s still signal here?"
Soone exclaid, having driven into the mountains for over ten kiloters.
"It really is."
"Impressive."
"Indeed, one of the countries with the most comprehensive global 4G network coverage, there’s a signal even in the mountains, even though no base stations can be seen around, perhaps disguised as trees."
"Possible."
"That’s great!"
"In our country, in the mountains, forget 4G, even 2G signals are absent. Unlike here, wherever there’s a road, there’s a signal."
One European tourist remarked.
"Haha, comparatively, this place is quite good."
"..."
The crowd couldn’t help but be amazed that such a place even had a signal, not just any signal, but you could access the internet and watch videos, despite being in a mountainous area.
No one.
Especially among the European and Arican tourists, there was a lot of complaint about their own network signals, since private companies consider costs, more equipnt is placed where there are more people.
Where there are fewer people.
So areas even have none installed.
In general.
A round of complaints.
Arriving in Myanmar, they found that even in densely populated areas, internet access wasn’t laggy, even in elevators, underground garages, and remote suburbs.
There was signal, and it wasn’t weak.
In comparison.
The gap!
"Capitalists, heartless, only know how to collect money," an outcry from the European tourists. Everyone seed to find a common topic and joined in on the criticism.
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