Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2494 - 2332: The New President
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
As anticipated.
In just one day.
The gold bonds worth 300 billion Asia Dollars sold out entirely. National teams joined the buying frenzy on such a grand scale that slowing the momentum proved impossible, even if desired.
Central banks.
Money holds no challenge for them.
Three hundred million.
Five hundred million.
These sums count as pocket change. Orders kicked off at 2 billion minimum, matching at least five tons. Corporate purchasers showed great generosity too, with numerous gold enthusiasts among the tycoons.
Local demand surged high.
Regrettably.
These remain bonds.
Gold delivery awaits now. A unified settlement comes after three years. Luckily, most buyers seek reserves over quick profits.
After three years.
If prices climb.
If they drop.
No concern, securing the gold suffices.
...
News of the sell-out sparked widespread envy. Physical goods haven't arrived, yet billions pour in. Frenzied buying persists, highlighting the immense gaps between nations.
Three days passed.
Europe.
A fresh headline overshadowed the gold bonds buzz.
Greece.
A new president emerged victorious.
...
Greece.
In the capital.
"Clap!"
"Crash!"
"Ah!"
"This can't be real."
"..."
A man raged through his home, hurling objects wildly. A victory seemed certain, yet another snatched it away. Acceptance felt impossible.
Last month.
The prior president stepped down citing personal issues.
Afterward.
Excitement gripped all factions, candidates vying fiercely. He joined the race, his pro-EU views earning strong backing from the European Union.
Funds flowed.
Public support swelled.
All elements aligned to propel him forward.
Upon taking office.
He planned to scrap the Eurozone exit referendum pushed by his predecessor and steer Greece back into the fold. Success appeared assured.
Yet.
Moments ago.
Election tallies revealed the despised rival—that scholarly elder, that obstinate figure—edging him out narrowly for the presidency.
No!
Unbelief gripped him.
Something must have failed, without doubt.
At once.
He dialed a number.
"I demand an explanation." Teeth clenched, his victory speech lay ready, only for this crushing blow to strike.
Anger blazed within.
"Sorry."
"We're probing the mishap," came the reply.
"Probing?"
Fury exploded.
"Media already broadcast it—suggesting a recount? I want fixes, ways to reverse this mess. Care to explain?"
"..."
Silence gripped the line.
This issue.
Proved thorny for them too.
In theory.
No such upset should occur, yet here it was. Results dropped swiftly this round, leaving no buffer for control.
Shockingly.
Leaks spread fast, reactions lagged. Vote counts stayed secure under watch, but pinpointing the flaw eluded them.
Amid the outburst.
"Beep!"
"Beep!"
"..."
The call ended abruptly; heated words yielded nothing. Let the 'defeated' simmer down first—this couldn't end quietly.
Failing that.
Consequences loomed for many.
...
Meanwhile.
Victors reveled in triumph.
In the vehicle.
"Congratulations, Mr. Locke," the assistant beamed.
Now.
His ascent promised entry into Greece's inner circle. Locke, once overlooked, emerged as a stunning dark horse in the election win.
Life brims with twists!
"Thanks!"
Locke reclined, savoring a deep red wine pull.
Ah!
Exquisite.
Wines from modulation solution-grown grapes taste unparalleled. Fruit wines' rise had dethroned Western vintages for three years.
Over that span.
Prestigious aged reds lost prestige.
Today.
They still languish; only modulation solution-brewed vintages merit aging. Red wine history demands a full rewrite.
Pre-last year.
Little value remained.
Thus.
Wine traders scrambled for modulation solutions these past two years, producing aged stocks for potential gains. Old reds mostly got dumped.
A fraction lingered for nostalgia or collections.
At present.
Beyond superb wine, election glory thrilled Locke most.
Truthfully.
Prior to this.
He scarcely dreamed of it. Age weighed him down, views clashed with norms. Amid EU unity pushes, neglect defined him.
But.
Last year shifted tides.
Someone made contact.
Promising presidential aid.
At first.
Fraud seemed likely, yet deepening ties unveiled vast power beyond dreams.
One year on.
From professor.
Gradually.
Guided meticulously, he clinched candidacy. Harnessing anti-EU sentiment, support snowballed. Until victory.
He crested the peak.
Election secured.
All felt surreal. He knew the EU opposed him, plotting blocks, yet outcomes defied them.
His backers dominated.
As for rivals flipping the board?
Ha!
With such power, how did he prevail? All schemes executed by others anyway. His rise served their agenda.
Hence.
Barriers fall to them.
...
European Union halls.
Core nations reeled from the relayed outcome.
"This spells trouble!"
"A real headache."
"..."
"Who unleashed it so fast?"
"Investigation ongoing."
"..."
"Vote tally flaws possible?"
"Odds extremely slim."
"..."
Past scenarios needed no vote tweaks—their pick screamed winner. Yet reality stunned.
Defeat struck!
Ballots betrayed them outright.
Furthermore.
Pre-reaction, announcements flew, denying countermeasures. Recovery meant fresh polls.
Should they push.
Undignified spectacle.
If successful.
Fine outcome.
If failing.
Locke turns foe eternally; worth the risk demanded weighing. Locke grasps EU preferences clearly.
...
As core nations pondered reversals.
Media.
Forced their hand.
"What?"
"Such a revelation exists."
"God!"
"I backed that scum before—liars, betraying our faith."
"..."
The loser's scandal—dubbed the rival candidate—burst from independent press, exploding virally.
Three revelations.
Each minor alone.
Yet timed perfectly, they doomed him utterly. Core EU powers scanned reports, then despaired.
All hid faces!
Finished.
His hopes vanished completely.
Recount?
New vote?
Irredeemable now; Locke's Greek presidency locks in. Headaches abound, scripts wasted entirely.