Inside Naypyidaw.
"Pff!"
Embassy.
Saw the news.
Sun Jiang spat out a mouthful of tea, unable to swallow it. He couldn't believe that the Myanmar Bank Group still had so much 'excess' gold.
Moreover.
He was more shocked than most people.
After all.
As one of the insiders of the gold transaction between the two countries, he deeply understood that the amount of gold the Myanmar Bank Group sold to Huaxia was an astronomical number.
At first.
Fifty tons, per month.
Later.
Eighty tons, per month.
This meant that, just exporting gold to Huaxia alone was nearly a thousand tons annually, yet even with this, there was still more to sell elsewhere.
Damn!
What a high-yield gold mine.
Alright.
No matter how abundant, it belongs to the Myanmar Bank Group, all that can be done is to envy, as for the outside thinking they misappropriated the Myanmar Central Bank's gold, Sun Jiang sneered.
Tch!
Ignorant.
Misappropriation?
