"Mr. Wang, you’re almost on," a staff mber whispered as they approached him in the green room.
Wang Jian nodded, took his speech, and followed them to the stage edge.
At this mont, Lily, who had transford into a die-hard Diana fan, walked over.
"How did their speeches go?" Wang Jian casually inquired.
"Ms. Hillary, Princess Diana, and that Miss Deng Wendi were all successful."
"But Ms. ryl Streep’s effect..." She paused and gestured outside with her hand.
Curious, Wang Jian peeked through the curtain.
He saw so audience mbers yawning.
Huh... even a famous Hollywood actress gets this kind of treatnt?
Wang Jian asked with a bit of curiosity, "That Miss Deng Wendi, she also won the audience’s favor?"
"Yes." Lily could barely suppress a smile, "She said childbirth is an injury to a woman’s body that n should compensate for."
"Moreover, marriage involves higher stakes and risks for won, and n should pay a deposit in advance."
Uh...
Dowry?
For no apparent reason, this term popped into Wang Jian’s head.
That’s definitely not sothing to emulate.
If dowries beca popular worldwide, he was sure he’d be beaten to death.
As he shook his head in bemusent, a scattered round of applause ca through.
ryl Streep, a well-known Hollywood actress, walked over with a sowhat sour expression.
Upon seeing Wang Jian, she put on a brave smile, "As the only male speaker, Wang, I’m looking forward to your success."
Success based on what?
He wasn’t like Miss Deng Wendi, willing to sacrifice anything.
He helplessly shook her hand and slowly made his way onto the stage.
Before speaking, Wang Jian swept his gaze over the dense crowd.
Hm?
Were there African attendees?
The Great Commander couple’s influence is massive!
Were they trying to push political correctness to the extre?
He sighed to himself and raised the microphone’s height.
However, it probably had nothing to do with him.
After all, the number of paying African readers was far too small.
"According to surveys, the number of won in the United States who suffered dostic violence last year..." Wang Jian began reading his script.
anwhile, in the CEO’s office at BET.
Robert Johnson, currently the sole African dia mogul, heaved a long sigh of relief.
As long as this young Asian author stuck to the regular speech procedure, there would be no issue.
If he, like the Asian lady earlier, proposed ideas of "pregnancy compensation" or "marriage deposits."
Just watching the female audience’s excitent bordering on hysteria, those nerdy niggers really might not stand a chance against the won!
"Marriage deposit?" Robert sipped his coffee, "Are they trying to drive us African people to extinction?"
With this mindset, he even began to find the Asian author, who only talked about dostic violence, sowhat endearing.
Robert Johnson watched his watch and the television, silently calculating the ti to act.
"Don’t bla , Mr. Wang," he said leisurely: "Bla yourself for trying to consolidate the publishing industry."
Just as he saw the African crowd starting to compress the space as they pushed forward, Wang Jian’s tone and emotion began to rise fervently.
"Why is it that when male athletes exchange jerseys it’s a symbol of friendship, but Madonna is criticized for simply wearing revealing clothing?"
"She just showed her underwear, she didn’t go topless like Michael Jordan!"
"This is gender discrimination! Our bodies should be under our control!"
Wang Jian unbuttoned his shirt and completely bared his upper body.
No matter the reaction, he had put on a full show.
Watching the won’s group shocked to their core, Wang Jian snickered to himself.
"They might say my argunt missed the point, but they’ll never accuse of being insincere, just wanting to hitch a ride on the feminist hype."
But then, suddenly a flag rose in the northwest corner, emblazoned with "Female Pope," "Harem Boleyn" book club.
Damn!
Wang Jian was startled. Why are they everywhere?!
"My body, my choice!"
As these won chanted, they started to take off their tops.
So even took off their bras.
At this mont, Wang Jian was freaking out, but soone was even more so—a dirty-dreadlocked Black man.
He was about to accuse the Asian of "religious discrimination," but how did he end up in the middle of a topless female crowd?
While his mind short-circuited and other won stood slack-jawed, a naive voice yelled, "Wang Jian, you’re being religiously discriminatory!"
Huh?
Molly, who was cornered into stripping off her clothes due to her own big talk, imdiately turned around.
Uncontrollably, she recalled the plot of "Female Pope" and was montarily possessed by Pope Joan.
She wasn’t alone in her thinking; several fans quickly surrounded the muscular Black man, loudly accusing, "Claiming won undressing is religious discrimination is itself gender discrimination!"
The brawny man, with a sowhat broken brain, glanced back at everyone.
He saw the other nerds just gawking at the naked won.
Annoyed by his habitual impatience, he pushed Molly aside and continued charging toward the podium.
Only then did the group of nerds co to their senses and resu their tasks.
But as soon as they touched the won’s bodies, they heard a piercing scream: "n are beating won!"
Well, even if Wang Jian’s speech on dostic abuse wasn’t impressive, it had so impact.
Especially since most of the people present were feminists.
So...
The won, previously embarrassed, also began removing their tops to support Molly and the others.
They charged over to join in the fight with the fans.
"This is racial discrimination, why are you hitting us Africans?!"
"This is gender discrimination, why are you hitting us won?!"
"We’re not African, we’re not won, we’re the FBI!"
"Sisters, don’t listen to them; these people must hate won!"
"Captain, we need backup, these won are too crazy!"
"Holy shit!" the NBC reporter cursed and hastily directed the cara toward Wang Jian on stage.
"Why does sothing so strange always happen whenever I et him?"
"Why do such strange things always happen to ?" Wang Jian murmured to himself, watching the chaos below.
At this point, the muscular Black man had already reached the podium.
Wang Jian didn’t react, not because he was petrified.
But rather, a group of undressed won chasing and attacking the Black man was quite shocking and a bit comical.
Suddenly, Lily charged in front of Wang Jian and kicked the muscular Black man to the ground.
And this scene was the last live broadcast image cut off due to the chaos.
"This..." Robert Johnson, watching the television in his office, was utterly dumbfounded.
Sharing his astonishnt were Hillary, Diana, Deng Wendi, and others backstage.
Only the contemporary Great Commander Clinton watched everything unfold, his eyes growing brighter.
"This Wang Jian..."
"So funny!"
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