Picasso once said that keeping a group of won quiet is even beyond God’s capabilities.
At this mont, Ti Square was vividly illustrating this very fact.
"ryl Streep! After the rally, I definitely need to get her autograph."
"Please, can’t you look beyond the United States? Isn’t Princess Diana worth admiring more?"
"Actually, I’m more interested in the two male attendees, Mr. Bill Clinton is just too elegant."
"No, Wang is more attractive!"
"A young billionaire and a well-known author, he’s just perfect for a secret lover."
An Italian female author, accompanied by her agent, appeared slightly panicked.
"Elena, your work would be very suitable for publication in the United States," the agent said loudly.
"Although there are more feminist organizations in Europe, they are not well-organized. Italy, for instance, didn’t even allow divorce until 1970," the agent shrugged, "even North Korea is better than that, right?"
The female author, known by the pen na Elena Ferrante, looked around and reluctantly nodded.
Indeed, compared to her holand, the feminist movent here had a broader audience.
"With that in mind, my won-oriented works should have a promising market here." She thought, "Then, Disney Publishers might have a greater chance of agreeing to publish my book anonymously."
Seeing many young African n attending the thed rally, she gained more confidence.
Like the female author, several snipers on the high-rise buildings also noticed this.
One of them picked up the walkie-talkie to report to his superior.
"Captain, there are so African young people scattered around the square."
The captain frowned and asked, "Where exactly are they located? Is there any possibility they might harm the guests?"
"They are on the outer edge, likely beyond the shooting range of a handgun."
"We’ve already checked; they don’t seem to carry large firearms or explosives," another voice interjected.
"Uh... Africans concerned about feminism?" the captain mused aloud, "Must be sothing that the energetic First Lady initiated!"
"Send a few people to follow them, and keep an eye on their movents constantly."
anwhile, a group of book fans led by Molly was also anxiously discussing sothing.
"Hillary banners, Diana banners, even ryl Streep has banners."
"We only prepared a banner for ’The Female Pope’; is that not enough to support Wang’s cause?"
Everyone looked at each other; the atmosphere turned a bit awkward.
If it ca to streaking, they would likely be the most experienced group present.
But as a group turning up at a political rally, they seed a bit out of their depth.
Molly saw everyone’s faces and quickly clapped her hands, trying to boost morale.
"Though we lack banners, we can show our support for Wang through our actions."
"His speech is the last one, and by tradition, people might be too tired to applaud by then."
"We need to listen carefully to Wang’s speech and voice our support at the right mont."
She pointed to the other people in the square and shouted, "At the final mont, we must be the most eye-catching group here!"
"Rember, collect more angles at the end to capture a panoramic view of the square!"
NBC’s special coverage team leader was loudly instructing his subordinates and BET’s reporters.
After a previous reporting mistake in front of NASDAQ, he had lost hope about his career.
Unexpectedly, the legendary journalist who had taken over as the news departnt head hadn’t demoted him.
The reason being: for effectiveness and cara manipulation, he still had so rit.
"The enthusiastic reactions from the won in the early part of the speeches and the blandness at the end can draw a contrast."
"Afterwards, capturing the African protest group might fully demonstrate that Wang is unpopular with any group!"
Given their expertise in varying editing techniques to shape viewer perception of the sa news story, the three major networks were adept at handling this.
After giving instructions to his team, he fixed his gaze on the stage.
"This ti, I must not disappoint Mr. Wood!"
"And then there’s Wang, I still rember what happened last ti!"
However, Wang Jian was completely unaware when he had inadvertently offended a high-level reporter.
He was currently backstage in a room, busily revising his speech.
After interacting with Hillary, Diana, and others, Wang Jian realized his speech was indeed too conservative.
Other speakers had proposed radical views on politics, economy, and lifestyle.
"Please, everyone has different objectives," Wang Jian rubbed his head in distress, "I just want to promote ’The Female Pope’."
If feminists would embrace ’The Female Pope’ the way hippies revered ’The Catcher in the Rye’,
then the number of paying mbers on the site would definitely increase significantly!
"However, the primary paying demographic of the website is still n," Wang Jian pondered quietly while biting on his pen, thinking of solutions.
This rally, which featured the Great Commander and his wife, Princess Diana, and others, was being live-stread by many dia outlets.
That way, it was very likely to be noticed by conservative and male demographics.
"I still have to stick to those two points," Wang Jian resolutely decided, "can’t offend those who have already paid in US Dollars for potential US Dollars!"
"But... perhaps I can add so provocative words."
"Like the Success Science speakers that Dorsey ntioned, using emotive language to liven up the atmosphere."
"When they get back ho, listeners will realize it’s just the sa old issues."
He revised his speech while muttering to himself.
"Dostic abuse is universally detested, unnecessary, and has no further scope for exploration."
"So, it’s only the issue of going topless then."
After a few minutes of revision, Wang Jian read over his speech.
It felt...
A bit eye-watering!
He had actually called for the won of the United States to resist gender discrimination by going topless.
"Uh..." he sipped his coffee, "after all, this is a political rally, not a fan event."
"These people probably aren’t that easily convinced to streak, right?"
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