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The Lanst Center was typically a haven for the wealthy and their guests, but now it was flooded with commoners, shop owners, and numerous members of the Bonfire Group. As for the refugees, they were deemed unworthy.
Was this really the scene of the Camp Leader Election? It was truly spectacular.
Ye Wumeng followed closely behind Deng Sanqi, astonished by the sheer volume of people around them, reminiscent of the Spring Festival travel rush.
"That's right! Haha, how about Old Deng's Weapon Shop? I've seen it several times," Deng Sanqi said, pride evident on his face as memories danced in his eyes.
The crowd was packed tightly together, making any hope of moving forward a distant dream.
"There's not much to see here. Stay close to me and don't get lost," Deng Sanqi instructed as he began to push through the throng.
Without hesitation, Ye Wumeng followed suit. After some effort, they finally managed to break free from the crowd, though it meant they were now further away from the election venue.
At that moment, a staff member from the Bonfire Group approached them, dressed in a standard uniform. With hands clasped over his heart, he spoke seriously, "Please follow me."
Deng Sanqi nodded and glanced back at Ye Wumeng, signaling him to keep up.
Ye Wumeng hesitated for a moment before nodding and following along. It made sense; anyone who could open a Wu Lan store in Lanstad must have some status.
It was better not to make wild guesses.
Ye Wumeng and Deng Sanqi trailed behind the Bonfire Group staff member, flanked by the jostling crowd on either side. They were separated from the throng by a tension-filled foam board that resembled an indestructible cushion.
The crowd continued to push and shove when suddenly, someone with keen eyes spotted them on the Bonfire Group's exclusive path and shouted loudly, "Hey! Those two don’t look like they belong to the Bonfire Group! What gives them the right to be here?"
"Yeah! Why can’t I be there? I even opened a shop in the trading area! If they need vouchers, I can provide them!"
"Ugh, probably just some rich person's relatives."
"Shh! You’re going to get us in trouble!"
Deng Sanqi remained calm; it seemed he had encountered such situations many times before and was quite experienced.
Soon enough, they reached the end of the narrow path. Ahead lay an area filled with chairs resembling sponge cushions, each spaced apart—an obvious contrast to the crowded conditions behind them where refugees were packed tightly together.
You should be quite familiar with this by now. I won't keep you any longer since I have work to do.
The staff member from the Bonfire Group saluted and quickly walked away.
"Ha ha, come on, let’s pick our seats before those old geezers arrive."
Deng Sanqi skillfully maneuvered through the various seats and plopped down in a relatively front-row spot.
"You can sit next to me."
He pointed to the seat beside him, and Ye Wumeng, without hesitation, sat down.
It was surprisingly comfortable.
Ye Wumeng looked straight ahead at a massive circular platform. In the center of the platform, a black and gold small sphere floated, spinning continuously.
Time passed, and after about ten minutes, the empty seats around them gradually filled up with prominent figures.
The atmosphere was noisy; the important individuals seated were frowning, some with their eyes closed, others pinching their noses while shaking their heads or whispering among their small groups.
"How long until the election?"
"One minute left."
"Tch, can't these lowly citizens settle down?"
"Alright, it's starting."
Buzz!
A piercing sound wave swept through the entire non-seating area, and the noisy crowd gradually quieted down, turning to look in the direction of the sound wave, momentarily stunned.
In the center of the platform stood Zhong Nan in front of the small sphere, his hands clasped behind his back.
In an instant, a massive projection resembling him emerged from the small sphere, mimicking his every move.
Wow, a projection!
"First of all, I ask everyone to refrain from making noise during this time and to maintain order. Violators will have their citizen status revoked."
Zhong Nan waved his hand, and that familiar piercing sound wave swept through the non-seating area once more.
Buzz!
The sound waves reached their ears; their previously dazed expressions gradually sharpened as they hurriedly covered their mouths and cautiously glanced at the Xu Ying in the center.
Seeing that the audience below had quieted down, Zhong Nan nodded in satisfaction.
"Now, I declare that the final voting conference is officially starting!"
He then stepped aside as three individuals who looked strikingly similar ascended from behind the stage.
It is said that one can see various traits—tall or short, fat or thin, young or old—reflected in each individual among them. Ye Wumeng carefully scrutinized their appearances and confirmed that they were the three candidates listed for voting.
On the far left stood an elderly man with grizzled hair, yet his posture remained upright. In the middle was a young man who resembled Xu Duan, while the one on the far right was a plump middle-aged man with a round belly.
As the three took the stage, the man who had stepped aside made a gesture inviting them to speak. The plump man smiled broadly and approached the small sphere, which expanded to project a large image. Clearing his throat, he began to speak cheerfully.
“Good morning, everyone! I am An Huanxin, the Minister of Finance and Foreign Trade Management for Lanstad. You can just call me Xiao An.”
An Huanxin's demeanor was exceedingly humble, and he looked earnestly at the prominent figures seated closest to the podium, his chubby face forming an unsettling smile.
“Xiao An is quite impressive. I’ve seen his work before; he’s diligent and makes no mistakes. Our relationship can be considered quite close.”
Indeed, every Liberation Day, Xiao An would come bearing bags of gifts for me. Even when I told him not to, he would insist on giving them to me. Where else could you find such a considerate child?
“Just the other day, I casually mentioned to him about reducing coupons for those commoners. Within half an hour, he had it all sorted out and stood firmly on our side during the council meeting. If he doesn’t become Camp Leader, then heaven truly has no eyes!”
The discussion among them grew animated. Due to their proximity to the podium, An Huanxin could hear much of what was being said. At that moment, he felt extremely pleased; his smile widened and his tone grew more enthusiastic.
“As you all know, Lanstad has not been experiencing favorable development lately. Therefore, in order to provide us with more coupons for city construction and improve everyone's welfare…”
He continued outlining his plans for the next three years:
“We will encourage factories and production trading by extending working hours from a maximum of eight hours per day to ten hours daily while eliminating overtime pay. However, we will maintain your food subsidies per hour as they are now—meaning that instead of just receiving Blue Vouchers for working an hour, you will now also receive an additional subsidy of one pound of Red Sweet Potato!”
Hearing this, the citizens showed no awareness of the gravity of the situation. Meanwhile, Ye Wumeng furrowed his brows in dismay.
Sweet potatoes in place of overtime pay? What a clever trick!
Just because a boss sells you a bag of chips for three dollars doesn’t mean you can sell that same bag back to him for three dollars!
Having more Red Sweet Potatoes doesn’t mean anything; in the end, they will either be sold at a low price or rot in your hands. This tactic is truly ruthless!
However, it seemed that the citizens behind Ye Wumeng were oblivious to this issue; they were all immersed in the prospect of receiving more Red Sweet Potatoes, each one smiling brightly.
At that moment, a small Blue Light Screen popped up in front of Ye Wumeng and Deng Sanqi.
“Do you wish to modify your vote?”
“Yes or No?”
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