Chapter 1999: Chapter 1822: The World in Uproar In an instant. He understood. Imitation! This was the true meaning of an imitation, using real to replicate real. It couldn’t be seen on ordinary cultural relics, but on such valuable items, it was shown to the greatest extent. Real gold. Real gemstones. Full of materials. Just like the grandeur and luxury of the Gold Exhibition Hall. Wait a minute. Suddenly. As if he thought of something, Charles froze. "Then... just now..." He quickly took out his mobile phone. Soon. He retrieved a photo, which was of a huge crown. Yes, really huge, because humans could definitely not wear it, but could only use it as a belt, and that for a person weighing over three hundred pounds. "Impossible!" "Impossible!" Charles murmured, his eyes filled with disbelief. He saw. There was also an attached image below. --- Product Name: Great God Crown (Artwork). 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 Weight: Sixty-six kilograms. Material: You guess! ---- That’s right. You guess. And. The unit is kilograms. "Crystal." "It must be." "So big." "An artwork, just like the giant gold knife." "..." Below. There were various comments. They were not unfamiliar with the work; the Gold Exhibition Hall, all those extraordinary gold products were artworks without designers or creators, very simple. As stated in the comments. Great God Crown. First, it’s big. Moreover. It was inlaid with glittering white crystals of various sizes, big as a fist, small as a grain of rice, set on a silver crown, emitting dazzling diamond light under special lighting. Charming. Stunning. Beautiful. ... Those who have seen it could not help but praise the lighting technique that made the crystal look just like the real thing. However. Seeing it now. No. In multiple exhibition halls, those that looked like gemstones, with his years of experience, he realized they were truly gemstones, invaluable. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. If those were also real, then... Charles breathed quickly. God! No. This was definitely more sensational than the Gold Exhibition Hall; he had to see it. "Tap! Tap!" Charles sprinted towards the nearby exhibition hall, his assistant hurried to keep up, but just after two steps, a security guard stepped forward and stopped Charles, "Sir, please visit in a civilized manner." "..." What was uncivilized about that? Faced with confusion. The security guard explained: "Please do not run casually in a public place. First, it affects others viewing the exhibition, and second, it can easily cause panic. Thank you for your cooperation." The security guard was diligent; there were too many people here. Running! If it caused panic, it would be easy to mess up. "Sorry." Charles came to his senses and apologized. "Hmm." After being released. Charles changed from running to walking, and in the exhibition hall, there was almost a security guard every dozen meters. Conservatively estimated, the museum’s security personnel today might exceed two thousand people. Quick steps. Several turns. Arrived. "Crystal Hall" This was the name of the exhibition hall. Upon entering, his eyes were almost dazzled. At a glance, Charles saw the showcase in the photo; at this moment, the crowd surged, and those surrounding it were full of admiration. "So beautiful!" "Real diamonds would probably be just like this." "People say diamonds are dazzling, but I never knew what was dazzling about them, just a white transparent stone. Today I’ve seen it. Real diamonds are probably even more beautiful than this." "I’ve never bought one." "No, real diamonds aren’t this beautiful." "Huh?" "Impossible." "Exactly." "Nothing is impossible. Real diamonds are generally smaller, and because they’re expensive, they wouldn’t be this large or numerous. Coupled with the special light exposure angles, it’s more beautiful than real ones." "True." "There are too few big diamonds; it wouldn’t be this extravagant." "Glorious and colorful, I’ve finally experienced this phrase." "Fake is good, fake is good. If it were real, we might never see such a beautiful scene in our lifetime. It feels so good. Fortunately, it is fake. Haha, today was eye-opening." "If the fake looks this good, I don’t even want the real ones." This word. Came from the mouth of a girl with sparkling eyes. And. It received unanimous approval from the women present. "Haha, me too." "Amazing." "The designer, so to my liking, big gold, big diamonds, magnificent." "Sadly, no name." "..." Even if fake, tourists felt satisfied because you couldn’t find this elsewhere. Worldwide, such exhibits were one of a kind. What if it’s fake? Even if it were real, it would just be like this. Therefore. It didn’t hinder their liking. In the background. Charles was speechless. There were too many people, and he couldn’t squeeze in at all. Forget it, he’d go later. He needed to confirm another guess. If that thing was real, other exhibits were also likely to be real. Next. He approached a showcase with fewer people, which contained a diamond belt. Gold. Silver. Colored diamonds. Looking at it made one want to break the showcase and play with them, but looking at the thickness of the showcase, Charles shook his head. This thing was bulletproof-grade, simply impossible to break by human power. Taking out a laser pointer. Unable to touch. It. Was the best testing tool. A few minutes later. Real! Real! ... The more he looked, the more excited Charles became. So many diamonds inlaid, at least two hundred, examined a dozen or so carefully, all real, identified one by one without skipping. "What is he doing?" "Shining a laser pointer; does he have a bad intention?" "No." "Why?" "The security guard didn’t come to stop him." "..." Regarding this. Charles ignored. Focused on appraising. Real! Real! Still real! ... Twenty minutes later. "Whew!" Charles stood up, took a deep breath. Now he felt a burning sensation in his heart. Over two hundred diamonds, not a single fake. This meant that just this belt was worth over a billion. "Crazy." At this moment. He thought the museum had gone crazy, and the manufacturer had gone crazy. God! Such treasures, ordinary collectors, locked them in a vault, appreciating them quietly, rarely showing them easily. But, you’re exhibiting them. These are treasures worth billions; aren’t you afraid of trouble? Uh! Suddenly. Charles thought of the Gold Exhibition Hall. Immediately. With a wry smile. Afraid? They dare let you see hundreds of billions in gold; why be afraid of this? Charles glanced around; if these diamonds in front of him were real, then this exhibition hall was no cheaper than the Gold Exhibition Hall. Continuing. Charles started towards the next showcase. Every single piece. Regardless of size, Charles missed none. He needed an ’authoritative’ conclusion without any loopholes. One hour. ... Two hours. ... Three hours. ... Six hours later, nearly dark, the museum had significantly fewer people. It wasn’t open twenty-four hours, only during the day. The limit of fifty thousand people was also strictly observed without adding more. Crystal Hall. After appraising the last showcase, Charles was almost numb. Real diamonds! Real diamonds! All real diamonds. He thought for a while. Made a phone call. "Old friend, I have big news for you." ... Night fell in the East. The West just dawned. "According to initial appraisal by gemstone expert Charles, all exhibits in the Crystal Hall of the Myanmar museum are real diamonds. Conservatively estimated, the total value of all the diamonds exceeds ten billion dollars." As the news came out. The world was in an uproar.