Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2497 - 2335: A Stain That Won’t Wash Clean

Behind the scenes.

"Bang!"

A crowd of elderly officials encircled the press spokesperson, pounding the table in fury.

"You bastard."

"What nonsense were you spouting just now?"

"How do we fix this mess?"

"..."

Saliva sprayed as they unleashed a barrage of criticisms. Earlier remarks had dodged disaster, yet that final one plunged them into crisis!

Brexit.

A forbidden topic for the European Union.

Right now.

Their own spokesperson, on such a stage, expressed support. Anyone could predict the public backlash that would erupt.

God!

Is this fellow's head riddled with holes?

Yet.

Confronted by the barrage of questions, the news spokesperson displayed no remorse. A trace of annoyance crossed his features as he declared, "I hadn't even completed my statement."

"What the heck were you thinking?"

"I intended to convey: approval is out of the question. See this chaos? It stems from you interrupting me, sparking such a huge mix-up."

"And pin it on me."

Acting every bit the wronged spouse.

"..."

At those words.

The group almost coughed up blood.

Damn!

Not faulting you.

Now turning it back on us?

Xie Te.

They yearned to throttle the spokesperson before them, whose expression screamed 'I'm innocent.' Then came his murmur, "Too late for any clarification now."

"Your doing entirely."

"..."

"Poof!"

That ignited fresh waves of rage inside everyone. As the spokesperson noted, issuing a denial now would prove futile.

Folks would suspect: Forced backstage?

In essence.

The matter had spiraled beyond control.

Trapped without options.

Dispatch another to clarify? Reporters wouldn't buy it. Send this one back out? Still no belief. They were losing their minds.

...

Out front.

With multiple outlets airing live.

Thus.

The footage raced into homes across millions.

"European Union backs UK Brexit?"

"God!"

"Fake news, they hauled that guy off by force from European Union folks."

"Childish claim."

"He exposed the reality; power players got uneasy. European Union's position on UK Brexit was always ambiguous."

"That's the real deal."

"Shocking revelation."

"..."

What's the European Union plotting?

This instant.

Few suspected the spokesperson of mischief.

Instead.

Almost everyone viewed him as a truth-revealer, exposing the European Union's hidden agenda—like unmasking a massive conspiracy.

Soon after.

His forced removal only confirmed it. Clearly, truth too hot to handle, so they silenced him.

Hmm!

Exactly!

Must be the case, undeniable.

"Free the spokesperson; European Union silences the honest voice."

"Set him free."

"Demand democracy."

"..."

Suddenly, demands for his release echoed fiercely. The uproar pierced the ongoing press conference, merely halted, not over.

Behind the scenes.

The growing clamor soured their faces further.

Damn.

We merely escorted him off—no harm done—yet labeled as persecution? They'd love to wring those agitators' necks one by one.

...

United Kingdom.

That very moment.

Shaken by the report.

Then.

A surge of outrage followed.

"What? No vote yet, and you approve?"

"Damn them."

"Utterly insulting."

"European Union's arrogance peaks; we reject it. From this second, I fully back departure. Better off without such a bullying union."

"I'm with you."

"Me as well."

"If they disdain us, why cling on?"

"..."

Indignation swept through.

At present.

Brexit sentiments voiced openly. No referendum held. Without one, European Union flaunts a 'stay or go as you please' vibe.

How enraging.

This anger.

They refused to swallow it.

The mighty British Empire's dignity wouldn't bow to European Union boots. If you shun me, why beg to remain?

Leave.

Absolutely leave.

Truth is.

UK never core to European Union; France, Germany form the heart, birthing the Eurozone, pressing UK to ditch the Pound.

Enter Eurozone.

UK held firm, refused.

Indeed.

Empire's sunset pride bred contempt for 'neighbors'; no intent to scrap the Pound.

Now evident.

Wise choice indeed.

...

Press conference venue.

Shortly.

Reporters spotted the familiar spokesperson returning. His current words mattered little; the prior bombshell ruled.

"Well."

"My earlier remark was misguided; what I meant was: approval is impossible. A mix-up led to this uproar."

"Apologies."

"..."

Hearing it.

Reporters' faces screamed skepticism. Accepting this excuse, or aiding the cover-up, would disgrace any hack.

Now.

No matter the words, press twisted them inversely.

"The European Union forms one vast family, all must safeguard it. Even if certain members act out, European Union cherishes them still."

"No parent desires family fracture. UK ranks key in this family, albeit moody of late."

"However."

"No parent discards a child."

"..."

Consequently.

Down he went again.

Damn.

Just correct it—why the extra drivel? Not wildly offensive, but how would it land outside?

Sure enough.

Reporters' eyes lit up like beacons anew.

Parent?

Hegemonic?

Lines blurred there. Subtext painted UK and others as kids, European Union as patriarch? Outrageous!

Don't nations crave respect?

Boom.

Prime scoop material, story goldmine reloaded.

...

Behind the scenes.

Again, they mobbed the spokesperson.

"Out with it."

"What are you aiming for? Spilling more rubbish?" The gloom deepened, stain impossible to scrub.

Overwhelming intensity.

Hearts couldn't endure.

"Rubbish?"

Spokesperson beamed innocence.

"Where's the rubbish from me?"

"European Union as big family—wrong? I patched the Brexit slip. Can't you discern intent from words?"

"See."

"You yanked me again; heaven knows the spin outside. Your mess-up ruined a fixable issue."

"My fault?"

"Sorry."

"I won't shoulder this." Spokesperson pouted, ready to clock out relaxed, calling it a day.