Greedy dealings?
These words are really used very strongly.
The expression on Gu Xiao's face instantly became extremely serious.
The reporter who had just asked this question unconsciously pulled back the microphone, fearing that a gun would be pointed at his head the next second.
"Since I took office, Gu Xiao, I have never had any mercenary dealings with any financial group. I hope that China's economy will grow, and I hope that the people's living standards will get better and better. I approved the development of slums, and I do not deny it. .”
As soon as these words came out, the flashlights of all media reporters focused on Gu Shoutong's face.
Everyone wanted to ask something but didn't dare to ask. They looked at each other with surprised expressions, and they couldn't believe their ears.
Did the President admit it just like that?
Under everyone's gaze, Gu Xiao continued: "'Slums' are the last place a country should exist, the most backward place in a city. Even though no one mentions it as time goes by, there is still some pain. It can never be erased.
I believe that the reason why people are unwilling to face up to the country and have certain prejudices against it is because of that period of history. Its existence represents China’s gloomy past. But don’t forget that slums are also a part of China. We must Accept its existence..."
A discordant voice suddenly emerged from the crowd, "But why should we pay for the faults of those inferior people?"
Gu Xiao: "What is a superior person? What is an inferior person? Going back thousands of years of history, we are just slaves on this land. The rise of China has made this world no longer a slave. system treaty.
After thousands of years of exploitation, we finally became the masters of this land and finally gained equal rights for everyone. But in the end, do we want to discriminate against our compatriots?
It has always been the slums that have paid for China's faults, and the people in the slums themselves have done nothing wrong, but they have to bear the injustice caused by all the mistakes. So why is this?
If you want to say that they deserve it, does China, which was exploited thousands of years ago, also deserve it? "
Gu Xiao seemed to be giving an impassioned speech.
Everyone was silent.
Yes, thousands of years ago, China was invaded, exploited, and suffered unspeakably.
That period of history is indelible, and what is the difference between what they do now and those exploiters?
Gu Xiao's smoky gray suit had been wet by the rain and turned into dark gray.
"Whether this virus incident is man-made or an accident, I will give an explanation to the people. The slums will definitely be redeveloped. This page of history has been turned over. Only then can China's past and unbearable past be truly overturned."
Finally, Gu Xiao bowed deeply again.
"Please believe me, I will do my best to protect the people of China."
Let the people of China live and work in peace and contentment.
He didn't say the last sentence. He had always been a man who was not good at expressing himself, but he worked silently for China.
Over the years, he has had a clear conscience.
In the capital's palace, Ye Nanyi watched the live broadcast on TV and heard Gu Xiao's speech.
What he said was what she once said to him.
The people in the slums have done nothing wrong but bear the injustice of all their faults.
But she didn't expect that when Gu Xiao said these words, she would feel so surging in her heart.
She never thought that Gu Xiao would agree with her point of view.
At this moment, she had a very strange feeling towards Gu Xiao.
Gu Xiao's frank speech won the hearts of the people. No one expected that the aloof leader would apologize in public and admit that he agreed to develop the slums.
In their inherent impression, the political circles always like to avoid problems and treat ordinary people as fools.
But Gu Shouting's honesty made them feel that they were respected.
Many media have also detailed Gu Xiao's contributions to the development of China over the years.
At the same time, the medical team led by Gu Sichen also achieved great results in the treatment, all of which are attributed to Gu Xiao.
For a time, he won the favor of many people.
In the evening, Ye Nanyi finally received a call from Li Beihan.
"Beibei, how are you? Are Jiang Ye and Lei Zhan okay?"
Ye Nanyi's expression turned serious unconsciously, and the joints holding the phone were a little white. When she asked this question, she subconsciously clenched her back molars.
Nothing can happen.
Must not...
They'll be fine.
But there had been no news for so long, and she knew what this meant.
"There's something going on. We've sent someone there." A man's deep voice came from the phone receiver, "Don't worry, Lei Zhan can handle it."
After all, he is the one who survived in the hail of bullets.
Besides, none of the people in the guild are doing it for a living.
Ye Nanyi breathed out a shallow breath, she also knew Jiang Ye's skills.
But even if she comforted herself in this way, it could not eliminate the uneasiness in her heart.
Li Beihan explained a few more words, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue in his voice.
Ye Nanyi heard it immediately and frowned in distress.
The words of concern came to their lips but they couldn't say it out. The current situation did not allow them to take a good rest at all.
She knew that Li Beihan had to do a lot during this period, including stabilizing the situation in the imperial capital and guarding against the undercurrents of other consortiums.
He had just undergone surgery, and when he woke up from a coma for so long, his body might not be able to bear it.
After hanging up the phone, she asked Lin Fang for Li Beihan's physical index sheet.
She read the contents of the page over and over again many times.
The number of people infected with the virus is still increasing. Although the team led by Gu Sichen has made progress, the speed of treatment still cannot keep up with the speed of infection.
The closer the day comes for the presidential election, the more complicated the situation in China becomes.
The top floor of Li's Consortium.
The man was sitting on the sofa, wearing a smoky gray shirt that he had worn for three days. Two buttons were left open at the collar, revealing the man's sickly collarbone.
He took the phone away from his ear, raised his eyelids, and looked at Lin Fang with his narrow phoenix eyes.
"sent?"
"Send...send it to Mr. Li." Lin Fang swallowed, and when he met Li Beihan's gaze, the hair on his whole body stood up.
Why is he always caught in the middle?
