SFS Chapter 1236 Press Conference
Chapter 1236 Press Conference
When the banquet ended, it was already late at night.
"Old Zhang," Su Zhengyang wiped his mouth elegantly, "arrange for someone to send the two distinguished guests back to the embassy to rest."
Zhang Luanyu nodded in agreement.
"By the way, Minister Sergei," Su Zhengyang stood up, his tone gentle but unquestionable, "There will be a press conference at 34:34 tomorrow afternoon. I hope you won't be late."
He had a polite smile on his face, but Sergeimer read a hint of warning in it.
"Of course, Mr. President," Sergey said, forcing a smile, "We will be there on time."
"Very good," Su Zhengyang nodded, "Then I wish you two good night. See you tomorrow."
Watching Su Zhengyang's graceful back as he walked away, Sergei could not help but feel a little dazed. Every move of this young man was so proper, yet he exuded an irresistible majesty.
Even this simple sentence "Don't be late" seems to carry some kind of power that cannot be disobeyed.
"Please follow me, both of you." Zhang Luanyu's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Walking out of Fengming Hall, the night breeze was cool. Sergei knew that tomorrow's press conference would be one of the most humiliating moments for Tsarist Russia.
And that young man was pushing this humiliation to a climax step by step in his unique and elegant way.
The Tsarist Russian Embassy late at night.
Sergei was sitting on the balcony, exhausted, holding a bottle of vodka in his hand. This was his habit for many years, whenever he encountered a difficult situation, he would drink to relieve his sorrow.
The moonlight is beautiful tonight, but his mood just can't improve.
"Minister," Ivanov said, standing aside, his voice trembling, "tomorrow's press conference...will completely nail the Tsarist Russia to the pillar of shame."
Sergei heard this and gave a bitter laugh: "What else?"
He took a big gulp of vodka and said, "Let that lunatic Su Zhengyang go to war with Tsarist Russia?"
Ivanov was silent.
Yes, what else could they do? Let an opponent who had mastered all their military deployments go to war? Let a young man who might join forces with Hitler at any time completely break off relations?
Neither of them spoke anymore.
The night breeze was cool, ruffling Sergei's graying hair. He took another sip of wine, the spicy liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't quench the bitterness in his heart.
This time tomorrow, they will confess their crimes before the whole world.
The moonlight was still bright, but it could not illuminate the gloomy mood of the two Russians.
The next afternoon, the press conference was crowded.
Reporters from all over the world had already taken up their positions, and flashes of light were flashing one after another. Reporters from the British Times, the French Le Figaro, and the American New York Times were talking in low voices, discussing this rare diplomatic event.
"I heard that Tsarist Russia is going to publicly admit its mistakes?"
"That's impossible! When has the Tsarist Empire ever apologized to anyone?"
&34;But China seems to be confident...&34;
In the front row of the venue sat specially invited representatives of the Chinese people, many of whom were descendants of people from the areas occupied by the Russian Empire. Their eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement.
"My grandfather always talked about taking back our land when he was alive," a white-haired old man wiped his tears, "I never thought that this day would come."
On both sides of the venue, members of the diplomatic corps of various countries were whispering. They all understood that the significance of today's press conference was far more than a simple diplomatic event. This was a moment for an emerging power to announce its rise to the world.
"Su Zhengyang made a very ruthless move," the attendant of the Bird Empire delegation whispered, "Not only do we want to take back the territory, but we also want Tsarist Russia to admit its mistake in public."
"Isn't it?" A diplomat from the British Empire delegation shook his head and sighed, "This young man is too scary. He completely broke our impression of the Chinese."
Behind the press box, there were Chinese citizens who were allowed to enter the venue, with excitement and pride on their faces.
"I heard that President Su negotiated the matter personally."
"Needless to say? With our president's ability, who can stop him?"
"That's right. At such a young age, he was able to completely subdue the Russian Empire."
On the signing table in the center of the venue, there were two agreements printed in gold-stamped fonts. On the big screen next to it, the national flags of the two countries were playing in a loop.
The staff are carrying out the final debugging to ensure that every camera angle can fully record this historic moment.
"It's almost two o'clock," a Chinese Foreign Ministry staff member checked his watch, "the Russian delegation should be arriving soon."
The atmosphere in the entire venue became increasingly heated. This was not just a diplomatic event, but also a moment that a nation had been waiting for for decades.
In the lounge behind the rostrum, the young president was checking the documents for the last time, making final preparations for this historical drama that he had carefully arranged.
At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, Sergei and Ivanov arrived at the press conference on time.
As soon as they got out of the car, they were surrounded by reporters, with flashes of light flashing so brightly that Sergei could hardly open his eyes.
"Minister Sergey! What is the specific content of this negotiation?"
"Does Tsarist Russia really want to admit its aggression?"
&34;How much is the compensation? &34;
&34;Does this mean that the influence of Tsarist Russia in the Far East will disappear completely? &34;
Various questions came flooding in. Reporters from the English Empire, the French Empire, and the Bird Empire rushed to put the microphone in front of Sergeimo.
Sergei tried hard to suppress his inner irritation and maintain the dignity of a diplomat, but his pale face and tight mouth corners still exposed his uneasiness.
"All questions will be answered at the press conference," he repeated mechanically, "Please be patient."
Ivanov cleared the way for him, but the reporters still persisted.
&34;I heard that President Su Zhengyang personally participated in the negotiations. What kind of person is he? &34;
"Did Tsarist Russia make concessions under military threats?"
&34;Will this affect the balance of power in Europe?&34;
The questions became more and more pointed, making Sergei's face more and more ugly.
At this moment, the door to the venue opened, and Zhang Luanyu came out with a team of staff and began to guide the reporters.
"Please keep order, journalists," Zhang Luanyu said in a steady and powerful voice, "The press conference will begin soon, and all questions will be answered."
The reporters then stepped back a little to make way for Sergei.
On the way to the venue, Sergei could feel the gazes of countless eyes. He knew that there was curiosity, gloating, and deep shock in these eyes.
After all, who could have imagined that the Foreign Minister of the Russian Empire would one day walk into a press conference to admit his mistakes like this?
And all this is thanks to that young man.