Eric enjoys a high reputation in France and has hosted many large-scale events. He often appears at the Grammys and Victoria's Secret Underwear Show.
However, even after he took the stage, the eyes of most people in the domed hall were still focused on Ning Tao.
Before, no one believed that this "mysterious guest from the East" was Ning Tao, but now the answer has emerged - the world's number one terrorist is the so-called mysterious guest from the East!
Eric also looked at Ning Tao and said humorously: "I believe you don't need to introduce me, you also know who the mysterious guest is tonight. Yes, he is Mr. Ning Tao from China. Mr. Ning, please come up. You are the protagonist tonight."
Ning Tao stepped onto the podium and walked towards Eric.
The electronic flash flashes and dazzles people's eyes.
Ning Tao came to Eric's side and reached out to shake Eric's hand. Then facing the main entrance of the hall, I just stopped casually, but the image of the jade tree facing the wind and the supreme momentum of heaven were unmatched in the entire domed hall.
He should have said something at this time, but he didn't say anything. He and these people are from two different worlds and have different paths. He is a person who cultivates the way of heaven, obeying the will of heaven and competing with heaven for his fate. These people in front of him are just politicians in the secular world and mouthpiece reporters under the control of capitalists. Is it necessary for him to be polite and please these people
There's no need for that.
Eric originally thought that Ning Tao would say something, but after waiting for several seconds, he saw that Ning Tao just stopped there casually without saying anything. His reaction was a bit stunned, but he was a big-name host after all, so he spoke to save him. On the scene, he said with a smile: "I really don't need an introduction... I was actually notified at short notice to come to the residence for this dinner. I still don't know what the theme of today's dinner is. Why don't you, Mr. Ning, tell us."
Eric moved away from the podium and made an invitation gesture to Ning Tao.
Ning Tao walked to the speaking stage and was silent for a moment before speaking: "I won't introduce myself. I believe you all know who I am..."
"The number one terrorist!" A woman's voice suddenly sounded in the hall, very harsh, "You should be sent to the gallows!"
The voice sounded familiar, and so did the words, because the one who couldn't wait to choke Ning Tao was Abby who was watching him drink 1900 red wine.
If Ning Tao had invited her for a drink to satisfy her complex curiosity and purpose, she might not have done this. However, there are no ifs in this world, and women are the most vengeful creatures in the world.
However, Ning Tao didn't care. This situation had been expected by him. He didn't even have the interest to refute. He just looked at Abby who was plausibly speaking with a smile on his face and said, "please start your real performance." look like.
There was a buzz of discussion in the hall, and the one that appeared most frequently was Ning Tao's title as the number one terrorist.
At the dining table in the front row, Duke Mark suddenly frowned, looked over and said something to President Matic sitting next to him.
Matic waved his hand, and an agent from the seventh bureau standing behind him walked up to him and bowed his head to listen to his instructions.
After a few words, the staff member walked towards Abby. While walking, several plainclothes agents in the hall walked towards Abby.
"What do you want to do?" Abby was very excited and angry, "This is a world of free speech, not a world of power!"
The agent from Bureau 7 said, "Madam, please come out with us."
Abby lost control of her emotions instantly: "You actually kicked me out for a terrorist? Do you know what you are doing? You will be spurned by all media practitioners and questioned by the entire world! Colleagues, are you still willing? Should we stay here and listen to a terrorist telling his bloody stories and lies?”
This is very provocative.
Soon a reporter stood up and asked loudly: "Why are you afraid of driving Miss Abby out? If you don't have a legitimate and suitable reason to drive her out, then I am willing to leave together."
More and more people are standing up and fighting against the powerful in this way.
The agent looked at Matic for help, but the latter looked at Duke Mark. This situation gave even the president a headache.
Duke Mark looked at Ning Tao who was standing on the stage.
Ning Tao smiled and said into the microphone: "Let her stay, but I would like to say one more thing. Although this lady said that this is a world of freedom of speech, can you give me an example next time you want to say something? If you start talking to me, we won't be able to communicate normally."
Just when Ning Tao said this, Matic had already signaled the agents from the seventh round to come back.
Every reporter who stood up sat down. In fact, no one really wanted to leave the dome hall with Abby. The world's number one terrorist holds a press conference, and the attendees are some old European aristocrats and political figures. Even if you take a casual photo, it will make the headlines. Who wants to go out? The reason why they stood up to put pressure on the organizers was just an act of hugging each other to keep warm. It was not for Abby, but for themselves.
Only Abby was still standing, looking at Ning Tao with eyes like sharp blades stained with blood.
Ning Tao also looked at her: "Miss Abby, do you have anything else to say?"
Abby snorted coldly: "You are a devil with blood on your hands, and you can actually hold a press conference in a place like this. There must be a dirty deal in this matter!"
These words made Matic, Duke Mark, and a large group of dignitaries and nobles look gloomy.
The truth is not like this, this is not a deal, this is a threat that can overturn the poker table. If they weren't using a demon mirror to burn blood and demons for fun, who would be willing to come here to support a terrorist
But these reporters will never know this truth throughout their lives.
Ning Tao smiled and said secretly in his heart: "What a stupid woman."
Sure enough, Duke Mark waved his hand, and the middle-aged white woman who led the way came to his side and bowed her head to listen to his instructions. Then, she nodded, quickly walked into the passage, took out her mobile phone and made a call.
"That's what you said!" Abby seemed to have a protagonist's halo around her, righteous and aggressive.
Ning Tao said calmly: "I was going to say something, but you kept interrupting me. Dear reporters here, do you want to hear her acting out, or do you want to listen to me? If you want to hear her acting out, then let her continue. Say it.”
After saying that, he closed his mouth.
The eyes of hundreds of reporters in the dome hall were focused on Abby, and dissatisfied accusations also sounded in the hall.
"What's going on with that woman? She interrupts whenever someone starts talking. Is she crazy because she wants to be in the limelight?"
"Does she think she's the heroine in a movie?"
"She should have been kicked out just now!"
"Sit down, you don't even understand the most basic courtesy and order, why are you talking about press freedom?"
Abby's expression suddenly changed. She could yell at Ning Tao and vent her anger, but she couldn't yell at these colleagues. This is embarrassing. She can talk nonsense about the world's number one terrorist without getting hurt, but she doesn't even dare to say a fart when faced with the accusations from her peers.
After hesitating for a moment, Abby finally sat down.
Ning Tao said: "Okay, I'll go on. But let me reiterate, if anyone has questions, please raise your hand to speak and don't rush to ask me questions."
The dome fell silent.
Johanna and Charlene Talman smiled at Ning Tao at the same time.
At the next table, Ruan Tianyin and Lin Qingyu looked at the two blond girls with unkind eyes.
Everyone in this world has their own battlefields and wars.
Ning Tao continued: "Previously, I was indeed wanted by the US government. They claimed that I was a terrorist, but no evidence was ever found. Before you came here, my wanted order was cancelled, and my charges did not exist. . So, I am here to speak to you in a normal capacity, and I am going to make a big announcement..."
Abby raised her hand.
A wave of dissatisfied eyes focused on her again.
Ning Tao smiled: "Miss Abby, you are really impatient, okay, what's your problem?"
Abby stood up: "According to the information I have, you launched a terrorist war in Turkey and attacked an intelligence station of the CIA. No one at that intelligence station survived. Also, you launched a terrorist attack in New York, bombing The Black Sail Building was destroyed, and Black Fire Company suffered heavy casualties. Also, you launched a terrorist attack against Black Fire Company in Yellowstone Park. The casualties were even more severe after you did these horrific things. What evidence?"
Ning Tao said calmly: "Where is the evidence?"
"Evidence..." Abby was at a loss for words. What evidence does she have
Ning Tao smiled and said: "You have no evidence, do you mean what you say? If you have evidence, how can my charges be cleared, and how can my wanted order be revoked?"
Abby said angrily: "This is what I want to know. As a terrorist with bloody hands like you, how did you clear your name?"
Ning Tao said: "I think you can't see through the root of the problem. In fact, I don't care at all what charges the US government charges me with, let alone your global wanted list, let alone global wanted list, even the whole universe wanted list. I still don't care. I won’t lose a hair. Do you think it’s interesting for you to worry about this? If you are really dissatisfied, then call your president and ask him to send the army to catch me.”
"You..." Abby suddenly became angry on the spot.
At this time, the middle-aged white woman walked towards Abby, holding a mobile phone in her hand. She walked to the dining table where Abby was and said straight to the point: "Miss Abby, I just received a call. You have already "I'm fired. You are not a reporter, and today's dinner is only for reporters. Please get out."
"What did you say?" Abby's emotions exploded, and she shouted: "This is impossible!"
The middle-aged white woman handed the phone to Abby: "Your boss is still online, why don't you ask him in person."
Abby answered the phone: "Hello..."
After a few seconds she slumped into her chair.
Talking about freedom of the press and universal values of justice are ultimately inferior to a phone call from Duke Mark.
This world has always spoken with fists.
Not convinced
I'll beat you into submission!
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