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? January 20, 2064, arrived as scheduled.
It was a foggy day in the early morning. The whole of Heidfeld was shrouded in a milky white fog. There is almost no dividing line between the sky and the ground, and it looks like a hazy piece.
When the line of sight is more than 100 meters, it is difficult to see clearly. The rising sun is just a red sphere that can't feel much temperature, hanging on the top of the distant mountain.
Early spring mornings are still cold.
However, at six o'clock in the morning, many people had already gone out. They were alone, or meeting in groups, or driving, with their wives and children, or holding posters with the names of the candidates they supported, all the way to the polling place near their homes.
This is a grand event for the participation of the whole people.
Everyone hopes that their vote can determine the future of this country.
The assassination of President Flavio and the war that has begun to profoundly affect the future of this country have made people have more ardent expectations for this presidential election than usual.
They know that Feuillon's thirty-year superpower status is already crumbling. Their lives are precarious under the shadow of the war that has approached Feyon's homeland.
They need a strong leader!
Dawson, who is personable and has a contagious speech; Perez, who is mature and trustworthy; Zhao Xi, who is young and vigorous, but more stable and courageous than most of his peers
It is these three people who are qualified to aspire to the presidency.
Now, they must choose among them.
This is related to the luck of the country and the nation, to life, to the future and life and death of dozens of member states of the Fiji Union!
The major media outlets had already come out at four o'clock in the morning on this day. In particular, several major polling points set up in the Feuillon National Victory Square in Heidfeld, the capital, were even more crowded. The reporter area was full of long guns and short cannons, and the flashlights reflected the gloomy morning sky as white as snow.
"I will vote for Councilor Dawson." A young man on a bicycle took off his helmet, fiddled with his wet hair after the exercise, and told reporters: "When he won the nomination of Dalapia District Candidate , I have been paying attention to him, he is my idol!"
"Me?" In front of the camera, an old man in his sixties stopped and put his hands in his coat pockets: "Of course I will choose Mr. Perez. Over the years, his steady style and his political views , has been earning our trust and respect.¡±
"This beautiful lady, how about you?" The reporter extended the microphone to an elderly woman holding the old man's arm, "Are you going to vote for Mr. Perez too?"
"My political views are different from his." The old woman smiled and glanced at the old man beside her. "I am going to vote for Zhao Xi. He is a beautiful little boy, and he is a political genius. I can't wait." Want to see him in the Oval Office."
All TV channels are broadcasting interviews of reporters.
Heidfield, Dalapia, Aqsa, Mema, Doliberia, AfricanstadEvery district, every galaxy, every city, has Countless crowds of people crossed the streets and flocked to polling places.
At 9:30 in the morning, when the clouds and fog in the sky in Heidfield gradually dispersed, the bright sunshine finally showed their figures in the gaps between the buildings, windows and tree crowns.
This golden light pulled the entire city into countless oblique projections.
The contrast between shadow and light makes the world suddenly clear and three-dimensional, and it becomes alive.
A group of black flying cars, guided by police cars, drove to the steps of polling station No. 1 in National Victory Square.
This is a huge voting hall in front of the Monument to Democracy and Freedom. It is temporarily constructed of fully transparent glass components and can accommodate tens of thousands of people to vote at the same time. This polling point alone can complete the voting work of millions of people within twelve hours of voting time.
The flying car bypassed the interview area and stopped at the place where the yellow line was drawn.
The well-dressed and personable Dawson got out of the car first, walked around to the other side, and opened the car door for his wife.
Dawson, who was forty-eight, had a pleasantly handsome face. Curly and attractive brown hair, deep blue eyes, high nose bridge and slightly square upturned chin. His wife Jin Na is also a great beauty. Although he is over forty years old, he still maintains a flawless figure and looksThe instant support rate was obtained by everyone present with almost crazy work.
The hardest one was Zhao Xi. These days, he has never slept for more than three hours a day. He travels to various administrative districts in Feiyang every day to canvass votes, give speeches, and meet.
He is not a saint, not a moral model, and occasionally makes some ambiguous jokes with the female staff who admire him in the team. However, his love for his ideals and this country can be deeply felt by everyone around him.
He is an idealist. An uncompromising fighter!
But now, he can only stand here, watching Dawson and Perez's flying car drive into the cheering crowd.
The battle was lost before it even started.
Some female staff couldn't help crying. There was a sense of sadness in the crowd.
They are the secretary of this team, Zhao Xi's right-hand man, his partner, his supporter, his image consultant, and his assistantbut, after today, they I will sweep these passionate and hopeful years into the corner of memory and seal them up.
They will disperse separately, look at the history that they can participate in and change, and embark on another track.
They feel wronged.
All the hard work, all the sweat and hard work, and not even the chance to go to war. The ten o'clock clock that they had been looking forward to and fighting for for a long time sounded. When the voting began, it was the end of the team.
A beautiful young woman wearing a red silk scarf passed through the crowd, walked up to Zhao Xi, and said softly, "Honey, let's go."
Zhao Xi turned around, looked at his dignified and beautiful wife, looked around at the crowd, and smiled slightly: "No one is allowed to leave until the voting ends. I have been busy for so long, and I still have to treat everyone to dinner."
Having said that, he and his wife looked at each other and smiled, and walked to the elevator.
When the elevator doors closed, everyone in the huge open office area rushed to the windows, huddled together, leaning against the windows, looking out to the street below the building.
After an unknown amount of time, the figures of Zhao Xi and his wife appeared.
They did not have bodyguards responding to each other, nor did they take a car. Instead, they held hands and walked leisurely towards the polling place. It looked like an ordinary couple taking a walk.
When they walked not far from the polling place, someone finally recognized them.
Many supporters held up Zhao Xi's posters and support slogans, shouted his name loudly, waved at him, and cheered for him.
Zhao Xi smiled, and nodded in response with his wife.
The staff in the building couldn't help feeling sad. Perhaps this was Zhao Xi's most glorious time, and it was also at this time that they resented the Shen family that they once regarded as a pillar, and resented those upper echelons that were difficult for them to touch.
Those who are high above will never know how many people on this floor are crying for the scene in front of them.
The appearance of Zhao Xi made the whole square boil once again.
? Even among the people who supported Dawson and Perez, many gave their second choice to the youngest man, who was not inferior to Dawson in eloquence, and not inferior to Perez in calmness.
If he loses the election today, perhaps he can only blame his party for being too weak, for not having enough publicity funds, and for his ideas that have offended many of Fayon's vested interests.
Although many people know that he is correct, in this "democratic" country, being correct does not win everyone's votes.
In front of ordinary people who support him, those media hold greater influence, those consortiums hold wealth that can influence more people, and those officials hold greater power!
When Zhao Xi walked into the voting hall, the bell just struck ten o'clock.
Except for the central voting hall where Dawson, Perez, Zhao Xi, the interim president Gambier, and senior officials of Fei Yang are located, all the surrounding voting channels have been opened.
People walked into the passage one by one.
When the first person presses his fingerprint on the voting machine, selects the first and second candidates, and gets the immediately printed ballots and puts them into the ballot box, voting for the presidential election officially begins
Chapter One
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