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For the next three years, my vision for the future of Lanstad is...
Standing at the focal point of the high platform, Ideal's expression shifted from one of uncertainty to confidence as he articulated his plans in straightforward language, ensuring even the common folk outside could understand.
As they listened, the eyes of the crowd sparkled with hope, while the prominent figures seated below wore grim expressions, their jaws clenched tightly.
How dare he propose that we support those lowly peasants!
Why should we?
Meanwhile, Ye Wumeng sat back with his legs crossed, feeling inexplicably pleased.
Do you think Ideal can actually become Camp Leader? Deng Sanqi leaned closer to Ye Wumeng and whispered.
Hearing this, Ye Wumeng glanced at the hopeful faces of the crowd and nodded. The will of the people is undeniable.
Deng Sanqi nodded in agreement and turned his attention back to Ideal, who was nearing the conclusion of his speech.
And that concludes my plans for the next three years. Also, I am currently unmarried and here are my criteria for a partner...
In an instant, as he finished discussing official matters, his serious demeanor faded away, and he began earnestly discussing matchmaking.
Hey, don’t pull me! Wait, I’m your superior!
Before Ideal could finish speaking, two individuals in standard uniforms suddenly appeared beside him. One was masked and wearing sunglasses, expertly dragging Ideal off the stage.
The other person was someone Ye Wumeng recognized—Xu Duan.
At that moment, Xu Duan held a Small Sphere in his hands and spoke apologetically.
I apologize for the interruption; I brought Vice Commander here to address everyone.
After saying this, he exchanged a knowing glance with Ye Wumeng and smiled before vanishing in an instant.
Wait, is this guy reliable at all?
If Ideal really becomes Camp Leader...
Ye Wumeng rubbed his forehead in concern for Lanstad's future.
Suddenly, chaos erupted again among the crowd of commoners as they began fervently discussing what had just transpired.
Buzz!
The familiar piercing sound wave swept through the non-seating area once more. Gradually, the noisy crowd quieted down and turned their attention toward the source of the sound wave.
Please remain silent; the meeting will continue!
The man who had been idly standing by was compelled to step forward once more. Noticing the room had fallen silent, he gently nodded to the elderly figure at the front.
The old man took slow, measured steps toward the Small Sphere, and in an instant, his visage was projected onto the sky, allowing everyone present to see him clearly. He straightened his back, his thin lips trembling slightly as he spoke.
"Everyone, I am the current Camp Leader, Gao Si Lin. You all know me well, so I won't elaborate too much on my background."
He took a half step forward, puffed out his chest in an attempt to appear more imposing and reliable, and pointed with his right hand toward the Refugee Zone, enunciating each word carefully.
"My idea is simple: to accept them. For us, for Lanstad, we must contribute to its growth. It is because of their presence that we can resolve some of our factory's issues, increase our productivity, and allocate more resources to strengthen our military for the benefit of civilians and to catch up with other cities."
The large crowd of commoners surrounding him looked at the passionate Gao Si Lin with expressions of deep disdain.
"Why don't you mention the public safety issues?" one voice called out from the crowd.
"What about our housing problems?" another added.
"And what about the reduction in wages caused by cheap labor? Why don't you address that?"
"You may have once been a successful leader, but now... we do not recognize you!"
As Gao Si Lin continued his speech, a familiar small indicator board appeared before Ye Wumeng once again, displaying two options.
"Do you wish to change your vote?"
"Yes or No"
At this moment, he suddenly felt curious about what they would decide. He turned his gaze toward the crowd and was struck by an unbelievable sight. In the densely packed throng of people, nearly everyone had a Transparent Blue Panel before them.
They did not rush to make their choices; instead, they quietly observed the robust elderly man on stage whose hair had turned gray.
They were silently scrutinizing him.
They were a group of homeless individuals, and coincidentally, we needed them. The development of Lanstad required their strength; we could use their labor to build this city into the next Southern Industry. The foundation of this endeavor lay in having a sufficient population.
As Gao Si Lin watched nearly everyone before him display a choice on their Transparent Blue Panels while maintaining their scrutinizing gazes without moving an inch, he felt he had found his answer.
The speech concluded. He cast a deep glance at the commoners below him; no expression flickered across his face—he remained as stoic as ever, seemingly unmoved by anything except time itself.
Turning around, he stood tall as the initial group came to a halt and closed their eyes in contemplation.
With Gao Si Lin's address finished, the uncle reappeared on stage, stepping into the center facing the Small Sphere and began to speak.
The final vote count revision has concluded, everyone. Now, let's reveal the votes for the three candidates.
At this announcement, the crowd, which had been buzzing with noise, fell silent once again, holding their breath as they turned their gaze to the platform.
The man did not hesitate; he tossed the Small Sphere into the air. The Small Sphere, utilizing some unknown technology, hovered in mid-air before disassembling into numerous small components that scattered and then reassembled into a massive electronic display.
This was not just a projection; it was clearer than anything else, allowing even those in the Refugee Zone to see it distinctly.
Let’s begin.
The man murmured softly, and soon three photographs appeared on the screen, each corresponding to one of the candidates. Above each photo was a number, presumably indicating the vote count.
Seeing this, Ye Wumeng glanced at the Ankh III Mechanical Glove in his hand and made a slight gesture towards the screen in mid-air.
Immediately, a miniature scoring model materialized before both Ye Wumeng and Deng Sanqi.
Wow, haha, is that the Ankh III? Wait, when did you buy it? No way, commoners shouldn’t be able to purchase something like that. Could it be that you—
Deng Sanqi looked at Ye Wumeng's Mechanical Glove with an expression of shock as he asked.
Ye Wumeng turned to Deng Sanqi and smiled back at him, giving a playful wink.
Ding.
Just like the crisp sound of a coin hitting the edge of a bowl, the numbers above their heads began to rapidly change.
Ten thousand.
Twenty thousand.
Fifty thousand.
When it reached fifty thousand, Gao Si Lin's number stopped moving, only slightly exceeding that figure. Meanwhile, the other two continued to rise rapidly, creating an intense competition between them.
Can’t they just give us the results directly? This is making everyone so tense.
Ye Wumeng watched as the numbers above their heads kept climbing higher and higher, piquing his curiosity.
One hundred thousand—still no one stopped.
Two hundred thousand—still rising.
Three hundred thousand—
The rate of increase began to slow down; what had once been a blur of numbers became something ordinary people could track with their eyes.
Slower and slower it went until finally, it nearly came to a halt!
The results are in!
The ticket for idealism!
How could idealism lose? This is impossible!
Ye Wumeng furrowed his brows, having witnessed the overwhelming wave of votes behind him. Something was wrong!
He felt a surge of anger rising within him, but he quickly calmed down. What could he do about it? After all, this was Lanstad, and he had no authority to intervene.
He glanced at Deng Sanqi beside him, who wore a calm expression, unfazed by the unfolding events.
"Hahaha, I knew Xiao An would win! With Xiao An in office, our factory's profits will increase by twenty percent next year! If we can find a way to cut some costs, we might even add another ten percent!"
It had to be said, it was all thanks to your sharp mind.
The influential figures around Ye Wumeng were all elated, while the common people behind them looked utterly bewildered.
Lost? Starting next year, they would have to learn to eat Red Sweet Potato. There might not be enough coupons left to buy clothes next year.
Their future felt bleak, and their eyes wandered aimlessly.
Boom!
At that moment, a violent explosion rang in Ye Wumeng's ears. He quickly drew his gun and turned toward the source of the blast.
Someone was attacking!
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