While Mokaka was giving her speech and answering questions from the military, Yang Qian was seated in the audience, his hands tightly in his pockets, gripping the black slender needle he had pulled many strings to smuggle past security. His palms were slick with oily sweat.
Everything Mokaka said was, in fact, viewpoints this young woman had always championed online; nothing particularly special.
But attending the talk in person felt different from watching it online.
Yang Qian greatly admired Mokaka, truly admired her, especially when she talked about increasing taxes on the wealthy and improving social security mechanisms and advancement mechanisms for the lower classes. Yang Qian was almost in awe.
Indeed, if there had been such a mayoral leader when he first started working, perhaps he wouldn't have had to undergo a chemical sterilization operation to compete for a job at a giant corporation.
