Liwu nearly laughed. If her husband thought that this would make the reporters shut up, he was wrong. They were just going to escalate. Indeed, their voices continued to rise, carrying accusation after accusation, each one designed to pierce the PR machine behind her husband.
"Mayor Weijun, how do you respond to citizens who say that this scandal proves your administration is out of touch with ordinary people?"
Weijun's eyes swept the crowd of vultures with microphones, meeting their cameras head-on. "I respond with action. Our policies, our budgets, our projects--they serve the people. One necklace does not erase the roads we've built, the schools we've founded, the hospitals we've expanded or the lives we've improved."
"One one billion yuan necklace." A reporter responded with a sneer. "Not one thousand yuan, one billion. Aren't you ashamed to be diminishing this as if it is a ridiculous expense."
