Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2541 - 2379: The Cabinet That Quit

This deduction.

Shatters all previous understanding.

First off.

What's the underlying cause? Should this theory prove correct, numerous conglomerates from America and Europe stand implicated. Could the Asia Dollar tie into this scheme?

Consider it.

Entirely plausible.

After all.

The Asia Dollar's ascent has been explosive, or more precisely, Cambodia's rise has been meteoric. A Southeast Asian nation bursting onto the scene remains undevoured by the giants.

Are the conglomerates feeble?

Hardly.

That's pure absurdity; their might is unquestionable.

Thus.

Just one explanation fits: certain American and European powerhouses orchestrate a grand scheme. Beyond nurturing the Asia Dollar, they aim to undermine the Euro.

Hah!

It has to be so.

Failing that.

How else could the Asia Dollar reach its current stature? The Euro wouldn't have sunk so low. Deep down, this notion takes root.

---A consortium gambit from beyond the Eurozone, spanning the US and Europe.

The objective.

To breed a currency rivaling the Euro's might.

Thereby.

Pitting the two in fierce contest would cement America's dominance even more. It might stake a claim in Asia, broadening its reach.

Cambodia holds a pivotal spot.

To its west.

India's billion-strong masses.

To its east.

Huaxia's billion-plus populace.

To the south.

Thailand.

Proximity to Malacca speaks volumes for its strategic edge. Undoubtedly, absent a US conglomerate plot, Eber wouldn't buy it.

"..."

Right then.

Eber managed a wry grin.

The momentum.

Proves unstoppable.

Assuming the theory stands, it's not solely US conglomerates at play; multiple European ones and factions join in. Even inside the Eurozone.

A horde of 'allies' lurks.

Inner turmoil.

Outer assaults.

Everything aligns!

"This mess defies solution."

Eber sensed utter helplessness amid the vast array of players and their sharp aims. How could the ten Eurozone nations flip this tide?

Heaven knows.

Who can tell how many moles these forces embedded in Eurozone lands. The silver lining? In this setup, the Euro endures.

Not felled outright, but perpetually checked by the Asia Dollar.

With that in mind.

"Swish!"

Eber straightened up, grabbed his fountain pen, and scribbled furiously. He needed to alert the Thyssen Financial Group for countermeasures.

In the chamber.

Only the pen's scratch on paper broke the silence.

Phone call?

Naturally.

Yet a formal report comes first for greater impact. Besides, such an epic ploy won't wrap up overnight; notifying tomorrow suffices.

Hours passed.

The document took shape.

Excellent!

Eber nodded in approval, ready to get it printed.

Just then.

"Knock knock knock!" Knocks echoed at the door.

"Enter."

The door swung open. Spotting the guest, Eber blinked in mild shock; he hadn't sought him out, but here he was? His direct boss.

Thyssen Financial Group's Foreign Affairs Director.

"Director, I was on the verge of seeking you out." Eber rose swiftly.

"Perfect timing."

"I needed to see you too." The director grinned.

…

Thirty minutes on.

Shanghai Stock Market.

Another intel stream hit Tang Qing's view; yet another sharp mind uncovered the 'truth' and bowed to capital's sway. Routine occurrence.

Truth be told.

The globe brims with intellects, even if this 'truth' rings false. Tang Qing prefers quashing this rumor for now. It touches Cambodia.

Should it proliferate.

Even Huaxia might swallow the tale of Cambodia as a US-European puppet—the reasoning flows too seamlessly. Cambodia's stance would turn precarious.

Hence.

Suppress this data.

…

January 10th.

France and Germany.

Both buckle under strain; taming public sentiment proves futile, yet emulating Portugal by faking Italy's departure appeals not.

So.

The deadlock persists.

Clenching jaws.

"We quit!"

France's cabinet jumps first. The post's burdens crush; voter barrages dominate news, duties choke with barriers—intolerable torment.

In a flash.

Public fervor seizes the outlet.

"Euro Crisis Spirals, Beyond Control, President Steps Down!"

Boom.

Headlines blaze anew, plunging the Euro deeper. Fury erupts; at this pivotal confidence crisis, why bail now!

Not chaotic enough already?

…

Worldwide.

Observers kept watching the gripping Eurozone drama play out, a level of excitement seldom witnessed. Financial hubs across many places were convinced the Euro had sunk to its all-time nadir.

Time to jump into the market.

Profits are surely waiting.

Thanks to this.

The Euro's sharp decline eased a bit, and even on the thirteenth, it saw a minor uptick that electrified countless nerves.

Buy up.

Hunt for bargains.

Grab those gains.

This unexpectedly sparked a three-day rally for the Euro.

Yet.

On the fourth day.

"Crash!"

It plunged back to rock bottom, leaving even more folks stunned. Where was that hyped rebound? Just days of bounce before crashing—what kind of wild twist is this?

...

January 16th.

Right now.

With Spring Festival just five days away, Tang Qing has made his way back to Qingyan City. This year, no trip to Switzerland due to the holiday clash.

After years of straight visits, he'll head there again after a year's break.

Subsidiary firms.

Are starting to shut down for breaks.

At the same time.

A wave of jaw-dropping year-end bonuses gets handed out. This year, Tang Qing's subsidiaries smashed performance records.

Of course.

Tang Qing doesn't hold back.

Handing out cash.

Distributing gifts.

Making sure his team rings in a prosperous new year.

...

Across the web.

Bonus reveals have turned into a yearly ritual.

As expected.

Tang Qing's subsidiaries dominate the bonus charts once more. Comments overflow with jealousy, those numbers too mouthwatering to ignore.

Thirty thousand.

Fifty thousand.

Merely entry-level.

Eighty thousand.

One hundred thousand.

Everyday occurrences.

Snagging tens of thousands or even two hundred thousand? Piece of cake. Don't get started on mid-level and higher—million-dollar payouts abound, dwarfing regular salaries.

"In the end, Tang Qing’s company will buckle under these lavish perks," one bitter voice grumbled.

Instantly.

A quick retort fired back.

"Even if it folds, he's still the wealthiest with eight hundred billion in assets; split a hundred ways, that's eighty billion each—the Tang Family's fortune lasts forever."

"Sigh!"

"Insanely rich."

"Should it crumble, Tang Qing has still filled the pockets of tens of thousands of workers' families. Not like those firms where staff slave away for years and get zilch."

"Spot on."

"Looks to me like Tang Qing couldn't care less about cash. Remember those thirty thousand plus units? Second round, he cranked out over a hundred thousand for his crew."

"A hundred thousand? Holy cow!"

"You bet, houses get keys next year—build's nearly wrapped, just finishing touches left. I’m on the site crew."

"I’d kill for a dozen bosses like that."

"..."

Yet again.

The net buzz hoists Tang Qing to godlike status. Everyone dreams of such a leader, but reality check—fat chance with their cheapskate bosses.

Job hunting feels way more realistic.