Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1998: Chapter 1821: This Gemstone Is Real

“Shameless.”

The young man shouted in his heart.

Genuine product.

Where to find genuine products?

Many things were only sporadically recorded in history, their whereabouts unknown for decades or even a hundred years. Even if they are perfectly preserved and passed down, they are mostly in the hands of private collectors.

People don’t sell them.

They won’t even announce it to the public, they hide it carefully and play with it themselves.

Moreover.

If you find genuine products, you still have to imitate them. As the largest museum in the country, you hang ’imitation’ in your mouth. Do you have no pursuit anymore, are you not afraid that it will be a joke if you say it out loud?

Inside.

The young man kept complaining.

At the moment.

Reception room.

“What’s your opinion?”

The journalist pushed the microphone towards the young man’s mouth.

“…”

What’s my opinion?

Dissatisfied.

He is still dissatisfied.

“I think we should respect history and should not fabricate cultural relics. This is a kind of blasphemy, and we shouldn’t make them ourselves just because we haven’t found them. Hope the museum can take those exhibits off the shelves.”

At this moment.

Cannot be timid.

Otherwise.

Can’t maintain face.

Upon hearing.

The journalist was even happier. Not afraid of your dissatisfaction, just afraid you were fooled by that person just now. Fortunately, no need to fan the flames, a new hot topic emerged just like that.

Very good.

Gets it.

Another round of questioning.

“Thank you.”

The journalist walked away satisfied.

“…”

The young man felt like he might become famous, and just at that moment, a museum staff member brought out a clipboard with a message written in three languages:

“Dear visitors and media friends: If you have any questions related to the exhibits, please call the contact number XXXXX. For special issues, we will provide a response within ten working days.”

“Thank you for your cooperation!”

“Have a pleasant day!”

After reading it.

The young man was speechless for a long time.

What is this?

An eviction order?

It’s almost like saying: “If there are problems, call customer service, don’t come to me to complain.”

Ordinary visitors wouldn’t find the committee, only someone like him, with non-visiting purposes, would come. Having just finished talking for less than ten minutes, they produced this thing, clearly targeting him.

“…”

Well.

Can’t afford to offend.

Let’s retreat.

Along with it, took a photo and posted it on the social account, with the caption: “I encountered unfair treatment in Belgrade, feeling very angry!”

…

Ten minutes later.

He deleted it.

Because.

He realized it was a mistake.

…

Half an hour later.

“Fabrication, Respect or Blasphemy!”

“The largest museum in Belgrade, all are imitations!”

“The fakest museum!”

A media outlet.

Released three news articles in succession.

Instantly.

It drew attention worldwide.

“Fake?”

“Nonsense, at least their gold is real.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s slander.”

At first glance.

They only read the headlines.

“Strictly speaking, this matter cannot be defined as right or wrong. Cultural relics are lost, and people are trying to restore cultural relics based on historical records. It is a merit, at least better than having nothing.”

“Well said.”

“Agree.”

“People already said they were fake, yet still not letting go, is it interesting or not?”

“Exactly.”

“Doing nothing all day, specifically looking for trouble with those who do something, despicable, that young scholar, if you have the ability, go restore them yourself instead of standing here accusing others, like a clown.”

“Too many idle eaters.”

“Trash.”

“They restored thousands, even tens of thousands of relics, what achievements does he have? A diploma? Laughable person, quickly go home, read books, study, don’t study archaeology, learn to be a human first.”

“Still want to piggyback on other’s popularity, shameless!”

“Learned from a dog.”

“…”

Online.

After reading the news, public opinion was almost one-sided.

Xin’an City.

Museum.

“…”

The young man wanted to cry.

What the hell?

Haven’t even done much, yet getting scolded like a grandson, criticized as if he committed heinous crimes, the most common accusation being he eats without doing work, nitpicking all day.

Learn to be a person?

Damn.

Too harsh!

No way.

Absolutely cannot be timid, imitation, did they consider infringement? The museum’s imitated cultural relics are not from a few countries, but from dozens of countries, many are that country’s national treasures.

Then.

Do they constitute infringement?

Yes.

Let’s check.

“Ugh!”

A few minutes later.

The young man looked stuck, damn it, not possible, cultural relics, being ancient, only have ownership, no patent rights, furthermore, they are not imitated for profit, just exhibition.

Hence.

Even if those museums sue, they can’t get a penny, but have to lose lawyer fees. Initially thought public opinion would cast him as an “archaeological guardian,” unexpectedly, everyone shouts to beat him.

Where is the problem?

Could it be.

Those golds?

Thinking of this.

The young man fell into contemplation, from giant dinosaurs to the gold house, and countless exhibits, all gave a kind of illusion — this is not an orthodox museum, but full of ’imagination’.

Seen countless giant dinosaurs.

Seen a large number of gold products.

Antiques?

Real or fake?

Does it matter?

No.

Enjoyment is what matters.

“…”

No way.

No solution.

After visiting each exhibition hall, the young man felt dry-mouthed, he had an illusion, these so-called imitations were almost identical to the genuine products, those cracks, those drawings, those colors eroded by time.

Every detail.

Could not find problem.

Among them.

There were some cultural relics he had personally studied, vividly remembering them, seeing them here, almost thought they were real, but he told himself, the real things would never be stolen out.

So.

There is only one explanation.

Behind it.

There must be a powerful ’forgery’ team. Almost able to restore genuine products convincingly, of course, limited to appearance, weight, and feel not necessarily imitated that perfectly.

However.

Even if it visually confuses fake with real, it’s rare.

“Excuse me, can I apply to handle it?”

After a moment’s hesitation.

Biting his teeth.

He dialed that number, wanting to know, the gap with genuine products.

“Sorry, that’s not possible.”

The customer service voice was gentle.

But like a bucket of cold water, mercilessly.

“Why?”

“Anyway, they’re imitations.”

“This is the rule, the items in museum glass cabinets are not for sale, not for rent, do not accept inspections, do not allow outsiders to handle, sir, do you have any other questions?”

“…”

Not for rent.

Not for sale.

Not allowed for inspection or handling.

Some fakes.

Need to be this cautious?

If they are cheap, he wants to buy some back, because the imitation technology is too high, “Don’t know, can I custom make such imitation-grade objects.” He really wants to study them.

“Sorry!”

“…”

Forget it.

Looks like it’s hopeless, won’t sell at any cost, even asked which company or master imitated them, they said they don’t know, and he couldn’t do anything, finally realizing he wasted more than two bucks on these.

…

“This gemstone, is it real?”

Eyes filled with light, the elderly Charles, over seventy years of age, stood before a gold necklace inlaid with gemstones.

In front of him, a specially designed ’lighting’ equipment.

The gemstones of different colors shimmered with their most beautiful light in the display case.

Below.

—

Name: Neos (Imitation)

Weight: 50 carats

Material: Pure gold, gemstones

Lighting equipment supplied.

“…”

God!

Such a precious item, yet labeled as an imitation.

How is this possible?

Such a precious collection, and yet they labeled it as imitation. Even if they used real gemstones and gold, it could still be considered an imitation.