"Sir, the people outside wanted the president. They are starting to throw empty bottles to the stage when they heard that you will talk to them and not the President. I believe it's best that you don't go out there." The head of Xu Jihan's security team whispered. "I already arranged the car, we need to leave this place now."
"When I arrived earlier, everything was good. The protesters were sitting and didn't show any aggressive behavior. What happened?"
"The leaders of the United Farmers Association arrived. I already asked him to have a conversation with you in private, but he refused to talk to anyone else other than the president."
Xu Jihan clicked his tongue, disgust apparent in his gaze. "These peasants really dared to demand such a thing? Did they think they are worthy enough to see the President?" he hissed, his voice turned vicious. "Since they want to talk to the president, then let them wait here for nothing!" He stood. "We are leaving!"