Except for the famous Luyu Date, the role of general talk show hosts is to control the scene and introduce topics, and to help guests promote themselves. As the first female host, Molly is no exception. Her opening was very calm and directly introduced today's protagonist.
"Hello everyone, today's show officially begins. I am the host Molly. The person we are going to interview today is Detective Folds next to me."
Yes, the TV programs in this world are so simple and unpretentious. Compared with them, Lu Yu is a live host. After all, she can really piss everyone off.
He introduced the deeds of Foldes eloquently, and highlighted the name "The Legend of the Fastest Detective in the South of England, the Eagle of Great Wisdom of the Empire, Detective Foldes Solved the Werewolf Murder Case". Even though Zhou Li was so thick-skinned, he also I feel a little speechless.
"So, Detective Folds, what was your mood when you were capturing the werewolf?"
After a while, Molly turned the topic to Zhou Li, who was a little sleepy. After hearing this, Zhou Li suddenly stopped feeling sleepy.
"Actually, I don't have any special mood."
Zhou Li's expression was very indifferent and his tone was calm, as if he was not the one who was in "danger" at that time. "I just did what a responsible professional should do, and I had no other thoughts."
"Actually, I'm not as calm as everyone says. I'm not a god, I'm just an ordinary detective. At that time, I only had in mind what a detective should do, which is to survey the scene, find evidence, analyze the evidence, and then arrest the criminal. Thinking about it now, I seemed to have nothing on my mind at that time, only the thought of catching the prisoner drove me."
Zhou Li's words silenced the audience. They were used to seeing boastful heroes and warriors who were inarticulate in words. But Zhou Li's words were clear and coherent, which did not give people the feeling of asking for credit, but also made people pay attention to his contribution. He really knew how to speak.
"Thank you for your answer. It should be said that you are indeed Detective Folds. He has maintained the habit of a detective for a long time in that kind of environment. This is very impressive."
After praising Zhou Li normally, Molly continued.
"Here we would like to thank Mr. Folds for one thing. During the plague, Mr. Folds donated eleven hundred gold coins to our Molly Foundation in his own name. All of these eleven hundred gold coins were used To help the citizens in need, as well as doctors from major medical institutions. Here, I would like to interview Mr. Folds, what was your mood when donating, or why did you donate? What about?"
When Zhou Li heard this, he immediately became energetic. He tapped his fingers on the arm of the sofa, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Oh ho.
As soon as she saw Zhou Li's action, Eluma in the audience was excited. She knew that in addition to Zhou Li's standard "kind smile", whenever Zhou Li made this action, someone would be unlucky.
"It's out of hatred."
After a moment, Zhou Li gave an answer that shocked everyone.
"Can you elaborate a little more specifically?"
Molly showed the level of a qualified host. She did not lose her composure, but asked: "We may not understand a little. Can you explain why you hate it?"
"Ms. Molly, from now on, what I say has nothing to do with anyone and only represents my own views."
Zhou Li pointed at himself. At this moment, he took off the outer skin of Folds. Roja who was watching the stand was stunned. He looked at Zhou Li on the stage and felt strange.
Presumptuous, wanton, arrogant.
And the flame that gradually burned.
"First of all, Miss Molly, do you know what is the most important thing in dealing with the plague?"
Faced with Zhou Li's inquiry, Molly just thought for a moment, and then immediately replied: "The government's mobilization ability."
"No."
Zhou Li smiled and leaned back. At this time, he completely lost the so-called elegance and gentleman. What he had was only the gradual emergence of arrogance.
"It's money."
"In other words, in Yingnan, if you want to fight the plague, you must have money."
Molly was a little panicked at this time. She seemed to know what Zhou Li was going to say. Before she could interrupt, Zhou Li continued:
"Medical supplies cost money, magical runes cost money, spellcasters cost money, quarantine zones cost money, prices soared during quarantine, everything costs money."
"But the problem is that people don't have money."
Christine in the audience looked at Zhou Li on the stage. He was in an area that could not be covered by light, and Zhou Li was speaking in the only halo of light.
But Kristine knew that Zhou Li's speech was bloody and dark.
"He shouldn't have said this."
With some regret, Christine said to Roya: "Foldes is finished."
"Why?"
Roja turned his head and asked in confusion: "He is right."
"That's why I don't want you to take my place until now."
Looking at her most proud disciple, Kristine sighed, then said nothing.
“Why don’t people have money?”
At this time, Zhou Li's words seemed to have magic power, making people begin to gather their attention. He didn't look at Molly's face and said calmly: "It's simple, because of the raised prices."
"And the people who raise prices are the rich."
It’s a very simple truth, just like people will die when they are killed. It’s so simple that even a primary school student can understand it. But at this time, this is the sharpest edge.
"You have no money and are suffering all kinds of pain during the plague. Is this directly related to you?"
"Do you dare to stop working? Can you afford the high-priced food? Can you go to the church and pay a sum of money that is enough to bankrupt your family and let the people in the church cast spells on you to get rid of the plague?"
"You can't, but it's not your fault."
Zhou Li looked directly into the eyes of the Demon Eye Warrior. His words were like deadly whispers that he couldn't help but listen to and couldn't help but think about.
"There is nothing wrong with people who work hard and are poor because of their hard work."
In fact, I can save people.
I can go to the city, find poor people infected with the plague, and use the power of Chonghuang to remove the plague from their bodies. I will be gratefully received by the common people, and I will also be looked upon with special eyes by the upper class.
But it's no use, the plague will still find the poor and return the pain to them.
I know what you want to do, and I know what you want to do with the gospels. You want to start an unsolvable plague, let me play a divine messenger with the power to save the world. You will make me continue to rise, you will make the people of Jordan respect me, and you will make the Jordanian nobles need me.
The Jordanian people want me to save them, the nobles want me to help them, and the officials want me to calm people's minds. Public opinion gradually boiled and lifted me to the highest peak. By then, I will be coerced by public opinion to fight this invincible plague.
Then, when I stand on the highest peak of Jordan, you will detonate the plague, I will be thrown to death, and I will change from a hero to a hypocrite despised by thousands of people. This is normal, human nature is what it is.
However, you miscalculated a bit.
I never came here as a savior.
"Now, the plague has subsided for the time being, and everyone's life seems to be back on track. But who can guarantee that you will not become the next poor person to die in the next plague outbreak?"
"So, I just kept hating."
You want me to save you?
"You deserve to be hated as well."
Unfortunately, the Black Emperor only knows how to conquer.
