If nothing unexpected happened, then this was really screwed. Such a speech was rarely seen in history. Even when people made mistakes and became a laughingstock, it had never been at such a high level or with such enormous influence. This was a live broadcast, for crying out loud—not just across the entire island nation, but throughout the Asia-Pacific region, with countless European and American media outlets present. Every move on-site held the attention of people around the world.
What was most nauseating was that the speaker was a prime ministerial candidate, a future ruler of one side.
But what the hell was this supposed to be now? Xiao Gou Chun's eyes nearly turned green. Fuck, this was actually a question! A question itself was not scary, but what was that period before it? He had treated a question as a declarative statement, and he had read it out with such damn gusto.
The applause earlier had also been thunderous, and the island nation's people had been filled with joy and excitement. The more explosive it had been just now, the more Xiao Gou Chun wanted to smash his head against a wall and die.
The moment that "right?" came out, the venue fell into a strange silence. Then, when the reporters heard the answer that followed—"We must have it! And we certainly do!"—it became painfully obvious what their earlier cheering had meant. Fuck, they had cheered for a question. What was the point of that? At the very least, they should have cheered after hearing the answer.
Only that would count as affirmation, as a challenge to hardship. What the hell did "right?" count as? Wasn't he saying, "Are we confident in the face of hardship?" What they had affirmed was the question. In other words: *We just love