Eastern culture held a special allure for Westerners.
Lu Chengwen's first phase of counterattack had ended.
The second phase began.
But the second phase had to begin with one—or rather, a whole set of—flattering remarks.
Lu Chengwen had watched a series of news reports and speeches by the current president, Dong Jianguo, and he was certain that this man did not have much of a brain.
Arrogant, impulsive, quick-tempered, making decisions on a whim, and spouting nonsense at will.
He worshipped authority and was extremely narcissistic. He had lived his entire life amid flattery, and he had enjoyed it his entire life as well.
Every one of his decisions came from personal experience and assumptions. Even when things went wrong every time, he would never think he was at fault, never reflect or correct himself. Instead, he thought everyone else was refusing to cooperate with him.
The whole world was refusing to cooperate with him.
If his enemies would just surrender obediently, wouldn't everything be fine?!
If everyone would just listen to him, worship him, and treat him like an ancestor, wouldn't the world be at peace?!
The world was such a mess because there were too many idiots! Too few sages like me!
Lu Chengwen could not understand why a powerful country would muddleheadedly elect someone like this. From Huaxia's Eastern perspective, it was simply absurd and ridiculous, even a tremendous tragedy for a country and its people.
But exaggerated as it seemed, that was the truth.
And so, an apocalyptic carnival beneath a haze of stupidity unfolded.
This man was extremely easy to deal with.
Lu Chengwen said:
"Here, I would like to sincerely and solemnly thank someone: Mr. President."
Applause erupted.
Lu Chengwen's flattery-filled speech began:
"I have personally witnessed a great president lead the strongest country