Facing countless cameras and viewers around the world, Lin Qi calmly pulled a small slip of paper from the breast pocket of his clothes.
His movements were slow—slow enough for most people to see what he was doing. He looked rather funny. Although there was no laughter at the venue, some people in front of their screens had already begun laughing.
He stared at the card-like slip of paper for a while, then frowned and put it back.
He explained, "They told me there was a speech in my jacket pocket that would let me leave this place smoothly."
"But clearly, they didn't do their job properly. They put the wrong thing in there. This is an acceptance speech, not a speech manuscript."
"I can't exactly stand here thanking the Peng Joe Empire and the Federal Government for giving me the chance to stand here..."
He paused, then said, "Although, now that I put it that way, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it!"
After a brief pause, he pointed at the Team Leader, who had just gone down and was sitting in the front row, and said to the cameras, "He told me not to say anything reckless, for God's sake!"
"Then I'll start being serious."
Someone finally couldn't hold back their laughter. A broad smile also appeared on Lin Qi's face. "Yes, I've noticed that everyone is very serious. I don't think there's anything wrong with being serious."
"It's just that compared with seriousness, I'd rather approach this matter with an ordinary state of mind."
"Many people always discuss 'economic issues,' and they're even used to using the word 'economy.' But what is 'the economy'?"
"I believe many people wouldn't be able to answer that question immediately, and would imagine it to be something very serious."