Saying this, Joe Ga picked up the speech from the podium and threw it to Dorian, then placed the little girl on the podium, letting her sit there and eat chocolate, and thoughtfully handed her a bottle of mineral water.
Watching the little girl smile from the sweet taste she had never experienced before, Joe Ga pinched her thin little face, then picked up the microphone...
He glanced at the media reporters who had rushed over from Djibouti, then looked at the complex expressions of the locals below the stage...
"I know you might not trust me?
You might think I'm just the kind of guy who loves to put on a show...
I'll tell you, in some respects, I am indeed putting on a show!"
Joe Ga's words caused a stir below the stage...
Watching the agitated crowd, Joe Ga smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Look at the people around you, I've admitted I'm putting on a show, but you don't even have the courage to curse me.
Poor living conditions have discounted your courage!"
