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Ye Wumeng turned to look at the Transparent Blue Panel that appeared beside him, and with a hint of confusion, he asked Deng Sanqi, who seemed to be familiar with it.
The last voting round was a unique opportunity for candidates to rally support, giving each of them a chance for a comeback. As long as you hadn't voted for him, this option would pop up, including for those in the audience.
After hearing this, Ye Wumeng dismissed the Transparent Blue Panel. He glanced at An Huanxin, who was still speaking confidently on stage, and shook his head. He didn't like An Huanxin. Although he himself wasn't a good person, as an ordinary worker being exploited by an unscrupulous boss, it left him feeling disgruntled. Yet, he felt compelled to swallow down the promises made by his boss.
He looked back at the audience members who were still immersed in the beautiful lies spun by An Huanxin, reminiscent of countless versions of his former self.
“Everyone, the reason I’m taking an additional twenty percent from you is to benefit all of us. I promise to use this money for building hospitals, roads, and community renovations,” An Huanxin proclaimed passionately. The prominent figures in the audience praised him repeatedly while the crowd outside remained silent.
He intended to take twenty percent of their money. It would be used to construct facilities that would improve their lives. Without these funds, they would suffer.
He had given them Red Sweet Potatoes before; besides, everyone else was doing it too, right?
In their minds, a battle raged on as the prominent figures seated around laughed and pressed the confirmation buttons for the changes.
“This is my plan for the next three years,” An Huanxin said with an excessively flattering smile, resembling a complete sycophant.
At that moment, a clear and bright voice rang out. “Do they not have to contribute anything?”
Ye Wumeng was slightly taken aback and turned to see a young child timidly pointing at the prominent figures sitting leisurely in their chairs. Behind him, his mother hurriedly pulled him back into the crowd.
“Do they?”
An Huanxin’s forehead broke out in beads of sweat; his face twitched as his lips moved in contemplation. “Make them contribute? Am I still going to be Camp Leader?”
Of course they had to!
Just as An Huanxin hesitated, a vibrant voice echoed through the room.
Ye Wumeng squinted in the direction of the voice, recognizing the speaker as someone who seemed to be his superior's superior—Ideal.
Ideal strode confidently toward the Small Sphere, hands in his pockets, a bright smile lighting up his face, radiating self-assurance.
"Hello everyone, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Ideal, the Commander of the Bonfire Corps. I am still unmarried this year—ah, I digress. Now, let’s get to my campaign speech!"
He snatched the small circle from An Huanxin and held it in his hand, his uniform draped over his shoulder, and a confident grin on his sharply defined face.
Wait, is this guy for real?
Ye Wumeng was momentarily taken aback; compared to An Huanxin's previous remarks, Ideal's demeanor was rather offbeat.
"Everyone, I need your help to overthrow Lanstad!"
Ideal declared loudly to the Small Sphere after running his fingers through his hair.
The crowd below, both commoners and influential figures seated on benches, seemed to short-circuit at his words.
What did he just say?
"Lanstad is already beyond saving; it needs someone to cure it. Time is running out, and we must be ruthless—it's time for radical treatment!"
He paced back and forth on the platform, his tone rising with fervor.
Lanstad needs healing?
The less educated commoners struggled to grasp this statement, while the prominent figures in their seats erupted into heated discussions among themselves.
What? Is this kid really going to stand up for those lowly people?
Reforming Lanstad? Who does he think he is!
Shouldn’t he be aligning with us to secure his position?
This is madness! This kid has lost it!
They voiced their outrage passionately; some were even flushed with anger, wanting someone to drag him off the stage. After all, he was the Commander of the Bonfire Corps but seemed desperate and agitated.
How dare he!
"You might not understand me now; let me put it another way. According to our statistics from the Bonfire Group, there are about ten thousand people living in the Refugee Zone, while the Civilian Area has around ten thousand as well, but the wealthy district only has a mere few hundred."
Ninety percent of refugees are starving, and eighty percent of civilians have to work over ten hours a day just to ensure their families don’t go hungry.
What is the root cause of all this?
Is this guy really planning a revolution?
The prominent figures below fixed their sharp gazes on Ideal standing in the center of the platform.
This guy cannot be allowed to continue!
Li Xiang stared defiantly at the arrogant figures below, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.
What should one do if bitten by a Leech in the fields? Sprinkle some salt, wait for the moment it reveals a weakness, yank it off, throw it to the ground, and stomp on it!
The crowd outside listened to Li Xiang's question, and a shared thought arose in their minds.
Yes, why is that?
Because the rich have vouchers.
But what about us?
Almost everyone present lowered their heads, yet not all shared this sentiment. For instance, one voice rang out, "Hahaha, even though I'm just a commoner, I own five shops in the trading district! I have vouchers! If I fall ill, I can get treated; if I'm hungry, I can eat. Who says we can't rise up?"
"Exactly! My cousin is the Vice President of a factory. Just by watching the gate for a day, I can earn more vouchers than you lowly commoners could in a lifetime!"
"And me!"
These voices were small but piercing, igniting a surge of anger among the crowd.
We are also trying to survive!
But why should it be like this?
Almost half of the people in front of them selected the voting option, gazing at the Transparent Blue Panel with determination in their eyes.
【Do you wish to modify your vote?】
【Yes】
Of course I want to change it! Is that even a question?
I don't aspire to live like them; I just want to survive well in this cruel world!
It's true that there’s only one Potion Shop in Anlius; you wouldn’t know that when I went to that old man, he didn’t even glance at me.
The factory owes Blue Vouchers and no one cares; when I ask about it, they just play dead. I've gone two days without food!
And then—
The crowd below erupted!
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