Great, now Anning's script is torn to shreds, then he's asked to come up with a brilliant economic solution to fundamentally quell the domestic turmoil in France, to which he only wants to say, scram!
Anning is suffering inside, I'm just a programmer, and I majored in physics for my university entrance exam, you know physics! Do you think I'm a pawn in front of a horse, daring to act like an expert with a bit of hearsay, and define hypersonic speed after a quick search on Baidu?
Do you understand I don't have that ability?
While Anning looks gloomy, everyone continues to look at him expectantly, Napoleon beside him says as an acquaintance, "I know you, you must have already thought of a solution! After all, you've been thinking about this issue since the Briena era!"
I haven't thought about it, I'm just shooting the breeze with you...
