The submissive apologies and compromises of Emperor Peng Joe had not even given Conner two days of joy before the marching crowds outside filled him with intense frustration.
Compounded by the First Lady having flown to Peng Joe with his consent, those people outside now found even more reasons to attack him.
This was absurd!
It was like a surrealist drama playing out in the real world!
Peng Joe People said their emperor had licked the Federal President's ass crack to become emperor and had betrayed the national interests.
Now Federal people also said Conner was disregarding the ghosts of a million soldiers for his so-called international peace and prosperity, throwing a lifeline to a Peng Joe that had already been knocked flat by the Federation!
Their people were all cursing their rulers, and now the question arose: who was real and who was fake? "Those idiots!", Conner stood by the window and cursed angrily.
The march and protest by a group of disabled veterans outside gave him a massive headache.
He could not expel these people; the medals on their chests left Conner completely powerless.
If he so much as touched them, he would be on tomorrow's front-page headlines, and he could even imagine how sensational those sensational headlines would be!
Yet if he did not expel them, they would remain outside the Presidential Palace, not only disrupting normal work but also leaving him extremely displeased.
"You cursed," Lin Qi, sitting across from his desk, crossing his legs, and savoring fine coffee, reminded Conner.
He had to mind his appearance and language; after all, he was the Federal President, representing the dignity of the entire Federation.
The coffee tasted wonderful, better than any Lin Qi had previously drunk at the Presidential Palace.
Conner could not stand the sour, cheap