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"No! The Prime Minister can't leave! How can the Prime Minister leave..." Cai Bixia shouted almost subconsciously. What would the Chinese race be like without Xiao Letian?
Ryukyu has no prime minister. Wouldn’t it mean that Ryukyu has become a delicacy for the world’s powerful powers? Only the Prime Minister can gather the hearts of the Chinese people, and no one else can gather so many hearts.
Sima Yun laughed. He half-crouched on the stage and looked straight into Cai Bixia's eyes. "How can you say that? Don't you think you are being unreasonable? Everyone is free. Doesn't the Prime Minister have no freedom and no human rights?" Yet?"
"If the Prime Minister says that he wants to resign and leave here, what qualifications do you have to stop him? What is this if not kidnapping?"
Cai Bixia had been lured into the ambush circle in the fierce rhetorical exchange, and Sima Yun had launched a decisive attack.
"I...I am not kidnapping. Ryukyu cannot live without a prime minister, and the Chinese people also need a prime minister...Does the prime minister want to give up millions of Chinese people? Does the prime minister want to watch helplessly as the great powers continue to humiliate the Chinese people and let our wealth be plundered? ?”
"Don't be like this... Prime Minister, I beg you, don't be like this!" Cai Bixia was almost crying.
At this time, Sima Yun smiled, "Oh my God, you have explained all the pros and cons. Just now you said Bai Layi's sacrifice was wrong, and the next second you said that the Chinese cannot live without the prime minister... My child, what do you want?"
Cai Bixia was stunned by the question, what exactly did she want?
Looking at the stupid Cai Bixia, Sima Yun reached out and rubbed her forehead, as if he were his own daughter, "Silly boy! What do you want the Prime Minister for? If Westerners come back later, the Prime Minister may have to sacrifice tens of thousands more People go to protect hundreds of thousands of people... Do you think the tens of thousands of people who were sacrificed were unjust?"
"We feel sorry for the Prime Minister and don't let him bear this infamy, okay? Let's let the Prime Minister resign and let him go out to play happily. Can you tell whoever wants to do this in this stall?"
Cai Bixia cried. She was forced to cry by Sima Yun's sharp verbal attack. She shook her head desperately and couldn't say anything.
Sima Yun spread his hands and shrugged, "You don't want this, then you don't want it either! My child, what do you want?" He stood up and faced everyone and said calmly.
"In fact, the starting point of all contradictions lies in the pursuit of perfection in your hearts. Everyone in the world pursues a good word and perfection, but what is perfect in this world?"
"If the problems our nation encounters are like the 100% test paper in college, there must be someone who leads us to answer the questions and solve the paper... Now the prime minister is the person taking the lead, and the current test question is the Russian expedition military!"
"The Prime Minister has tried his best. He racked his brains to solve this test paper, but he is a mortal after all. He can lead us all to get 80 points, which is already the limit..."
"Isn't 80 points bad? Does 80 points still mean failure in your eyes? If you give this answer sheet to anyone here, I'm afraid it may not even pass? How much can you, Cai Bixia, get? Points? Just because of your current mood, it would be incredible to score 50 points..."
"And you, Hyoutaro...how many points do you think you can get as the prime minister of the Chinese people?"
Hyōtaro was already impressed by Sima Yun's momentum. He was so frightened that he shook his head desperately, "I don't know, I don't know. It's impossible to pass..."
With a snap, Sima Yun clapped his hands, "Yes! In fact, everyone present wants to solve this problem, including me. In fact, it is a failure... So what right do we have to accuse and lead us to get Where is the Prime Minister who scored 80 points?”
"Cai Bixia! What you are struggling with is nothing more than the 20 points you lost. You naively think that the prime minister you admire should get 100 points and be perfect. Losing those 20 points is an unforgivable mistake... ...This is the obsession in your heart, you can’t get rid of it!”
"Actually, there are countless such situations in history. Why do kings in all dynasties in history have mixed reputations? Especially the founding kings, who have suffered a lot of infamy?"
"The fundamental reason is here, because many people use their own imagination and unrealistic fantasy standards to demand the emperor. You Liu Bang should not be a ruffian. How can you Li Shimin kill your brothers? You Zhu Yuanzhang appoints cruel officials to kill heroes It’s also wrong…”
"There are endless examples of this. People are always obsessed with the 20 points they lost, and always ignore the 80 points they gained... In fact, if you think about it carefully, any successful emperor is not because he solved the problem of that era. What about the first question and then the next one?"
"The accusations faced by the Prime Minister today will be experienced again by those in power in the future, because the rope of moral kidnapping is in the heart of every mortal, and they can throw it out at any time to infinitely expand the mistakes of the person in power. At the same time, their achievements are infinitely reduced..."
Sima Yun shook his head and sighed, "The most deplorable thing is that many times it is some loyal ministers and veterans who have done their best to wave the rope of moral kidnapping, forcing the emperors to a dead end..."
"Hey... today I know why the emperor loves to kill heroes and loyal ministers! Because the more these people are, the more powerful they are in pulling the rope of moral kidnapping, and the more aggressive they are!"
Sima Yun probably spoke more today than he usually does in a month. Hidden Needles in the Thread refers to people like him. There is no need to curse, say dirty words, or roar in anger... just press it with a ball of cotton. You can't breathe, and the steel needles in the cotton can prick you all over.
Now Sima Yun has made the problem clear. If you think the Prime Minister did something wrong, then the Prime Minister should resign! Do you still dare to kill the Prime Minister? I wonder who can take care of this business now that the Prime Minister is gone?
Since you can't even reach the level of 60 points, where do you get the strong self-confidence to accuse others of 80 points? Moreover, the accusations were justified and righteous.
Well, you can continue to accuse, and our Prime Minister can also choose to quit! You have your power, and I have mine. Do you really think that morality can kidnap everyone?
A beautiful debate ended with Sima Yun's victory. At this time, Wang Huaiyuan, who was coughing violently, also calmed down a lot. Just as the atmosphere began to relax, a messenger suddenly ran out of the hall.
"Report...Changchun Shisanniang, director of the CIA branch in Beijing, has urgent matters and requests to enter the main hall to meet the prime minister..."
"Huh? Pass in..."
