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Chapter 173 Admitting Mistakes Is the Hardest Thing in the World

The receptionist did not deceive Lu Qing, Lao Buji was indeed very busy recently.

Especially when the TV debate is coming, he has been discussing countermeasures with his staff.

Therefore, when he heard the receptionist say that a young man from South Korea wanted to debate with himself on a simulated TV, his first feeling was absurd, and he directly waved his hand and refused:
"I don't have time to waste on such nonsense."

"Well, Mr. President, I think you'd better look at the three questions he left you."

Thinking of the 30 US dollars in his hand, the receptionist quietly put the three questions he had recorded in front of Lao Butsuji.

"Ok?"

Just by looking at the other party's expression, Lao Buji knew that the receptionist should accept Lu Qing's benefits, but he didn't care about this kind of thing. After all, when the water is clear, there will be no fish, and his subordinates will be more dependent on him if they receive some benefits.

He looked at the note casually, and the first question made him laugh out loud.

[Do you really think this campaign is in your pocket? 】

"Of course I'm determined to get it."

Old Butsuji snorted and looked at the second question:
[Why did you betray your own voters and choose to increase taxes? 】

"Um……"

Old Bu Tsuji's complexion was a bit ugly.

Objectively speaking, his tax increase last year was caused by many factors, such as the bad domestic economy and the need to increase government revenue. However, because Congress is controlled by the Democratic Party, many of the revenue-increasing policies he proposed could not be passed. Forced to choose tax hikes...

But you know these things yourself, but the voters don't!

In the eyes of voters, if you first promise not to increase taxes, and then change your position and choose to increase taxes, that is a backlash.

but,

Although this question is a bit difficult, he believes that as long as he clarifies the question clearly in the TV debate, voters should still understand him. At the same time, he can throw the economic issue on the Democratic side, killing two birds with one stone.

however,
When his eyes turned to the third question, he sat up straight suddenly, frowning tightly.

"Don't want the dignity of a big country, but only the happiness of the small people?"

Lao Bu Tsuji's face was as deep as water.

He can't answer this question at all!
Because the essence of this question is the same, if a big country has dignity, small people will naturally have happiness.

However, because the economic policies he implemented in the past few years have not had any effect, and he has made extraordinary achievements in the military, so these two things that should be in the same place have turned into a pair of contradictions!
It's kind of funny and scary.

Because this will give ordinary people the illusion that it is precisely because of his external military behavior that his life is getting worse and worse!
Thinking of the sharpness of this question, Lao Buji handed the note to his campaign chief of staff and said, "Let's take a look, how do you answer these three questions?"

Everyone immediately started circulating.

After reading it, many people showed the same dignified expression on their faces.

They also felt the thorniness of the third question.

If one is not handled well, it is easy to lose points in front of voters.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Old Bu Tsui shrugged and smiled at the receptionist: "Then what is this Chen...Chen?"

"Chen Daojun, the grandson of the founder of South Korea's Sunyang Group."

The receptionist replied quickly.

"Yes, just invite him in."

……

The reception room.

Lu Qing was chatting with Walid.

"Speaking of which, why hasn't that yacht been sent to me yet?"

Lu Qing asked.

"Uh, maybe something went wrong with the yacht company."

Thinking of the surprise he prepared for Lu Qing, Walid said with an excuse.

Lu Qing didn't think too much, and complained: "Then their actions are really slow enough. If I were to manage it, the person in charge of the after-sales department would have been fired."

"Yes, it should be fired, it should be fired."

Walid laughed dryly and echoed twice, then changed the subject and said, "By the way, do you know about Sophie Marceau breaking up with her boyfriend?"

"Oh? Break up?"

Lu Qing looked a little weird, maybe it was because of his own problem.

"Yes, it is said that the quarrel was caused by the two people's different opinions on each other's development."

Walid shrugged and said, "Anyway, Sophie Marceau followed her agent to Hollywood a few days ago."

"is it?"

Lu Qing thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Then you can go and meet her."

Now that Sophie Marceau and her boyfriend have broken up, he doesn't have to hide anything anymore - he still remembers that Sophie Marceau said that there will be compensation for the next meeting.

"If you want to see me, you should go, I won't join in the fun."

Walid waved his hand.

While the two were talking, the receptionist quickly opened the door and came in: "Chen, the president wants to see you!"

……

Following the reception officer to the conference room, Lu Qing saw Lao Buji sitting on a round chair and looking at himself with a smile.

Surrounding him were several staff members with different expressions.

They looked at Lu Qing with either indifference, a hint of disdain, no expression, or curiosity.

"Meet the President."

Lu Qing smiled and bowed slightly to Lao Buji.

"I heard that you are only 14 years old this year?"

Old Butsuji asked.

brush!
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone in the room was agitated, and the eyes they looked at Lu Qing changed again.

14 years old?
You call this person who is at least 185 in height a 14-year-old?
Lu Qing was not surprised by Lao Buji's understanding of him, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, Mr. President, I am 14 years old this year."

"14 years old...it's amazing."

Old Butsuji sighed softly, thinking of the scene when he was young, then smiled and said: "I saw that you asked me such sharp questions, I thought you would be a proud young man, but unexpectedly, you look So humble."

"Mr. President has sharp eyesight. I have already seen through my intentional means of attracting people's attention, so I don't have to make a fool of myself in front of you."

Lu Qing offered flattery with a smile.

Although Lao Fuji didn't see through it at the first time, he said that he was very comfortable being photographed.

He asked with a smile on his face: "I heard that you want to meet me because you want to simulate a TV debate—are those three questions also one of the simulated scenarios?"

"No, those three questions are too simple, they are not."

Lu Qing shook his head.

"Simple?"

Old Bu Tsuji was slightly taken aback.

You must know that they have been thinking about the third question for a while, but they have not come up with a good answer strategy.

An aide behind Lao Butsuji couldn't help asking: "Then the third question, you don't want the dignity of a big country, but you only want the happiness of the small people, how do you answer it?"

"Um……"

Lu Qing deliberately looked around, and asked embarrassedly: "Mr. President, I want to confirm that the elites around you are all related to the election?"

"Of course, they are all my proud arms, and you can speak freely."

Old Butsuji spread his arms and smiled.

After being affirmed by the president, several people all showed reserved smiles.

"Well, if that's the case, then I'll tell the truth."

Lu Qing looked a little serious, and said: "For this issue, His Excellency just needs to admit his mistakes."

Admitting a mistake?

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and then they all looked shocked and angry.

As the president, Lao Buji could still remain calm, but the rest of the staff all glared at Lu Qing.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Someone had a hot temper and shouted directly: "Don't you want the President to admit that what you have done in the past four years is wrong!?"

(End of this chapter)