Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 601: Psychological Deterrence

After Su Zhengyang finished speaking, the conference hall fell into a deeper silence. The fear in the hearts of foreign reporters surged like a tide, their faces became even paler, and their eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

They realized that the Chinese leader was not as gentle as they had previously imagined. His methods were tougher and his mind was more meticulous than they had imagined.

The ambassadors of the Western powers felt the pressure from Su Zhengyang even more. They originally thought that they could have a certain advantage over China by relying on the strength and status of their respective countries.

But now, they began to understand that this ancient and powerful country has awakened and their dignity and territorial integrity cannot be violated in any way.

An unprecedented fear appeared on the faces of the ambassadors, and they didn't even dare to look Su Zhengyang in the eye.

They knew that if they continued to provoke and invade China's territory, they would face a more miserable end. At this moment, they truly realized that China was no longer an object they could easily provoke and insult. Their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety, and they dared not neglect it in the slightest.

The expressions on the faces of ambassadors from various countries varied, but none of them could conceal the deep fear and anxiety in their hearts.

Ambassador Bird Seckt had beads of sweat on his forehead. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple trembling under his tie, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. Finally, he muttered to himself, "Su Zhengyang... He is a complete lunatic!" Although his voice was low, it was enough for the reporters around him to capture the fear and uneasiness in it.

U.S. Ambassador Johnson frowned, his eyes full of disbelief and worry. He shook his head slightly and whispered, "Such means, such determination... we didn't know him well enough before." His voice revealed a deep worry, as if he had foreseen all the uncertainties in the future.

British Ambassador Charles was pale, with fear flashing in his eyes. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and said in a trembling voice: "This... This is simply crazy! We can't continue to provoke him, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Austrian Ambassador Redmond clenched his fists, his face full of anger and helplessness. He gritted his teeth and said, "This Su Zhengyang is simply challenging the bottom line of the entire international community! We must unite and impose sanctions on him!" However, his voice revealed a sense of powerlessness, as if he had foreseen the difficulty and ineffectiveness of sanctions.

"Next, I declare that this press conference is officially over. Our Foreign Minister, Mr. Fang Dihu, will now receive all the foreign guests who have come from afar." After Su Zhengyang finished this sentence concisely, he left the podium surrounded and protected by Li Yunlong and others.

The crowd in the square was boiling. A representative of the people, a middle-aged man in plain clothes, stood in the crowd with his arms raised high, shouting: "This is how we deal with these damn Fuso dogs and foreign devils! Long live President Su!" His voice was full of excitement and pride, as if he wanted to pour out all his emotions.

The people around him seemed to be infected by his enthusiasm and echoed him. They waved the national flags in their hands and shouted Su Zhengyang's name. The voices rose and fell, forming a torrent that swept the entire square. This emotion was so strong and sincere that it seemed to call back the dignity and glory of the entire ancient oriental country.

At such a moment, Su Zhengyang's name is not only a synonym for a leader, but also a symbol, a symbol of the resurgence of a nation. He gave the people an unparalleled sense of national pride and made them feel the hope of a renewed vitality and vigor of an ancient oriental country.

At this moment, the people in the square seemed to be integrated into one, and everyone deeply felt the cohesion and pride of the Chinese nation.

"Madam...Isn't the president's action a bit too impulsive? If we report it truthfully, it may further affect China's international image."

The atmosphere in the reporter area was particularly solemn. A frontline reporter from Zhenxing Newspaper tightly grasped his notebook and pen, nervously asking for the opinion of Su Zhengyang's wife Yang Qiyue. There was a hint of hesitation and worry in his voice, as if he was worried that his question would touch on some sensitive topics.

Yang Qiyue sat in a corner of the press area, her eyes like two crescent moons, flashing bright and determined light. Her smile was exceptionally brilliant, as if all her worries and troubles had vanished at this moment. She looked at the reporters, her eyes full of confidence and calmness.

"He has his own decision. What I can do is to support him, understand him, and stand with him unwaveringly." Yang Qiyue's voice was soft and firm, and there was no wavering in her tone. Her answer was like a reassurance to the reporter, making him feel the deep trust and tacit understanding between Su Zhengyang and his wife.

"Report the truth. He has never cared about the storm of public opinion, and it cannot defeat China." Yang Qiyue continued, her voice full of pride and trust in her husband.

She knew Su Zhengyang's character and determination very well, and she also understood that the purpose of his holding this press conference was not to clarify and explain, but to prove to the world his determination and China's strength.

The reporter listened to Yang Qiyue's words, and the doubts and worries in his heart gradually dissipated. He looked at Yang Qiyue deeply and felt the firmness and strength emanating from her.

As someone who lives with Su Zhengyang day and night, Yang Qiyue knows her husband's character very well. Su Zhengyang is such a decisive and courageous man, and Yang Qiyue will always stand by Su Zhengyang and wipe away the hardships for him.

Su Zhengyang had just walked into the first floor lobby of the government affairs center building.

At this time, Secretary Fu Jiang ran over in a hurry, holding a white note in his hand, which looked extremely precious.

"President, this is something my wife had sent over. She said it's a gift for you." Fu Jiang handed over the note respectfully with a warm smile on his face, as if he was also infected by the warmth.

Su Zhengyang took the note and unfolded it gently.

The handwriting on the note was beautiful and neat, and every word was like a carefully carved jade, with a faint luster. He saw the four words: "Through thick and thin together." These four words seemed to contain endless emotions. They were not just words, but more like a vow for the two to go through thick and thin together and stick together.

Next to the painting "Through thick and thin together" is a sketch of a little man with big eyes and an extremely admiring look. The little man seems to be looking up at Su Zhengyang, full of admiration and love for him. Su Zhengyang looked at the painting and couldn't help but smile. He knew very well that this was a little romance that belonged only to the couple. That deep affection and tacit understanding needed no further explanation and had been deeply imprinted in their hearts.

Although the two have been married for two years, their love is still as warm and pure as when they first met. The tacit understanding between them seems to be innate, whether it is the tacit cooperation at work or the details in life, it makes people feel extremely envious and moved.

Their feelings are like a trickle of water. Although it is not ostentatious, it deeply nourishes each other's hearts.

Su Zhengyang gently put away the note and kept it treasured in his chest pocket.