"We need more support from public opinion!"
In the Presidential Office, the president's voice was slightly louder than usual. He repeatedly emphasized the need to strengthen their efforts in public opinion.
"I don't want anyone throwing shit at my window again!"
There was a reason the president was angry. He was a genuinely nice man—or at least, that was how he appeared.
He smiled and laughed every day. Even if you angered him, he would not say or do anything too excessive. He would only treat your behavior as one of the signs of your immaturity.
But this time, he was truly angry.
He had a habit.
Most people had habits they might not even be aware of. For example, they liked to use the bathroom after getting up, even when they did not really need to.
Or they liked to drink a glass of cold or hot water after eating. Heaven knew why they did it, but it was simply a habit.
Developing a habit took a very long time. Only when you had grown accustomed to it and no longer noticed what you were doing could it truly be called a habit.
The president had his own little habit. He liked to admire the view outside his window after getting up in the morning.
When he was young, he had lived in an estate castle in the countryside. Outside his bedroom was one of the most beautiful scenic areas near Bu Peien.
Every morning, he would wake from his grogginess and push open the window—
Ordinary people could hardly imagine how pleasant it was! When the window was pushed open, fresh air from nature rolled in with a hint of mist, making it seem as if he had entered a secret realm.
The moisture slowly settled on his