Qin Ziwu had a strange look on his face. "This style of speech... it feels oddly familiar."
Zhao Pu observed the expressions of the elderly people around them. "In this environment, many of the elderly are an absolutely vulnerable group. They have no advantage in terms of stamina or strength. Now that someone has stepped up to represent them, his voice will be amplified indefinitely."
Qin Ziwen glanced around and saw that many of the elderly people below the stage were staring intently at the man on it.
Qin Ziwen said, "If he's truly selfless and working for the public good, then this is indeed a good thing for these old folks."
On stage, the man in the suit suddenly lowered his voice. "My dear uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, why do you find it so hard to get food? Because you're fighting alone! One person gathering food, one person chopping firewood, one person farming, one person hunting!
