Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2335 - 2175: Greece Quits the Group

Stomach satisfied.

Thirst quenched.

Zhou Yan reclined in his chair, wearing a relaxed look. He gazed through the glass, narrowing his eyes a bit. The views around were pleasant, yet the facilities were downright awful.

Highways remained in the building phase.

This place was a real rural spot.

Muddy paths.

Tiny dwellings.

Piles of trash lay scattered, untouched by anyone. The stream appeared clear from a distance, though nearby, it paled in comparison to Myanmar's waters.

Folks' vibes differed noticeably.

"..."

Come to think of it.

They ought to at least throw up some showy developments.

Something like that?

Does this work?

Right then.

"The conditions around here are way too rough, nothing like our Greece. See, it looks like they don't even have power lines; they're using outdoor fires for cooking."

"Sigh!"

"It requires fixing!"

"Fifty years back, we... The ancient Greeks built... Our Olympics, they still influence the globe..."

"..."

Beside him.

The Greek youth nearby spoke with overflowing arrogance, acting as though all of Western history's triumphs came from his own hands.

"..."

Zhou Yan felt at a loss for words.

Boast away!

Go on boasting!

Brag even harder.

Your nation's out of things to crow about, it used to stay modest, but now it's bursting with smugness—makes sense when you consider it.

In the end.

Myanmar's countryside matches up well with Greece's, except the terrain's less vast. So there, he kept it low-key.

At present.

Spotting Thailand, which lagged far behind, flipped his talkative switch right on. Zhou Yan just smiled lightly, letting him revel in his own tales.

Soon after.

He began flaunting his unemployed lifestyle funded by endless cash.

On this trip.

Thanks to funds from Greek officials, he'd ventured into Asia for sightseeing, routing through Myanmar. The longer Zhou Yan heard it, the more dumbfounded he grew. No hint of concern for Greece slipped into his chatter.

Instead.

He figured the perks would only improve.

Because.

If anyone dared slash those handouts.

Next.

They'd boot the sitting leader out and vote in one who'd boost the payouts. Such moves were standard in Europe.

Regarding the debts they couldn't settle.

Eh!

The guy across from him shrugged it off completely. As long as his own life stayed comfy, Greece's borrowings were for the leaders to fret over—repayable or not.

Why should they care?

Their job.

Was simply to savor it all.

"..."

Zhou Yan's lips curved in a grimace.

You lot.

Live so without a care, he thought, tempted to swear inside—the euro, much like the dollar, drained the world's resources, though the dollar did it more viciously.

Same flock.

"Hum!"

Zhou Yan snorted inwardly.

Flaunting it.

Still.

A touch of jealousy stirred within him—who wouldn't want free money handed over? Claiming otherwise and slaving away for earnings was mostly pretense.

That said.

He realized it was just a daydream. Getting something free without harming anyone might only happen once machines handle all production.

No labor, but plenty to eat and drink.

All tasks.

Handled by automation.

People.

Would merely feast, rest, and seek fun each day. For an instant, Zhou Yan's mind wandered, blocking out the nonstop boasting next to him.

Curses.

I need a seat switch.

...

Thirty minutes passed.

"Phew!"

Zhou Yan breathed easy, his ears finally at peace, since they'd crossed into a town where the web signal returned, and the fellow's throat had dried up, turning to his phone instead.

But.

Mere seconds later.

"What?"

"Bastard."

"What sort of idiot expert spouts this crap—how dare he, damn it."

"..."

Zhou Yan caught the man's furious outburst, sounding like a kid robbed of his treat. Bit by bit, he pieced it together: the guy was raging at some article.

When questioned.

The fellow unleashed another torrent of heated rants.

"Check this out—is this even proper talk? How does an expert claim Greece ought to get booted from the Eurozone? We're in the EU too; on what basis do they say that?"

"Fuck."

"String him up."

"..."

Moments later.

Zhou Yan grasped the full story.

Apparently.

Certain scholars from European universities had weighed in on Greece's troubles, declaring it hopeless and warning that unless the EU wished to drag everyone down.

One path remained.

Expel them.

Send Greece back to its roots, cut off all financial support, and force it to handle its existing loans on its own, curbing the damage at least.

Basically.

Greece exits the union and clears its tab.

Once he'd heard it.

Zhou Yan's face showed odd surprise, unsure if these academics aimed to stir controversy amid the turmoil for fame, or truly meant it.

If the first.

Treat it as mere entertainment.

If the second.

It might sway the EU's direction ahead. Should Greece face expulsion, the fallout was easy to foresee—not just for the EU, but Greece itself would erupt in chaos.

Three hundred billion.

Euros.

Repaying that sum—how?

Exiting the union.

Would force Greece to reboot its money system, saddled with three hundred billion in obligations, alongside unsustainable perks, leading to dire results.

To start.

Their fresh currency would crash hard.

Then.

Slashing benefits would spark protests with placards everywhere.

Finally.

Tackling that huge debt would demand a brutal overhaul of finances, emptying out the beaches for good.

Economy slumps.

Money woes hit.

Previously.

Loans fueled their feasts.

Now.

They'd stand alone.

Such a shift would horrify many Greeks used to easy living, just like this youth before him—deprived of the state's generous gifts.

Then.

Zhou Yan noticed the man firing off posts on a site, savagely attacking those scholars; peeking over, he saw it wasn't a total backlash.

Far from it.

Plenty backed the idea.

Naturally.

Mostly from outsiders, since it wasn't a Greek forum, and the experts hailed from across the EU, not Greece.

After all.

Nobody favors self-sabotage.

"Greece must exit the Eurozone!"

"Yes."

"Agree."

"Boot them; all they do is spend, never produce—Europe was foolish letting Greece join, and now the mess blows up."

"Boot them."

"Lacking real contributions yet grabbing Europe's top perks—it's unjust; we refuse to back parasites, no more traps."

"Greece, scram."

"..."

Zhou Yan observed briefly, noting the young man's posts got buried fast amid the flood from international users.

Everyone demanding 'Greece leaves the union'.

Settle the debts.

Survive solo.

Eh!

Zhou Yan wiped his brow too, pondering the depths of animosity Greece had built up to earn such united scorn from fellow EU folks.

Their words.

Brimmed with bitterness, like thieves had raided their homes. On second thought, it felt familial—siblings sharing cash is fine.

But.

A stranger barging in to leech, idle and gorging, then pocketing extras on exit—who could stomach that?

Only a true pushover would.