20 January 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 little dividing line between the sky and the ground, and it looks like a hazy patch.After a hundred meters of sight, you can't see very clearly, the rising morning is just a red sphere that doesn't feel much temperature, hanging on the top of the distant mountain.The early spring morning is still cold.However, at six o'clock in the morning, many people had already gone out.Alone, in groups of threes and fives, or in cars, with their wives and children, or holding posters with the names of the candidates they support, they all went to the polling places near their homes.It is a grand event for all to participate in.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 country's future have raised expectations for the presidential election far more than usual.They know that Feiyang's 30-year status as a great power has been shaky.Their lives are in turmoil in the shadow of the war that has approached the mainland of Fiyan.They need a strong leader!
the personable and infectious Dawson; the mature and trustworthy Perez; Zhao Xi, who is in the prime of life, but is more stable and courageous than most of his peers......
These are the three people who are qualified to win the presidency.Now, they have to choose between them.This is related to the fortune of the country and the nation, to the life, and to the future and life and death of dozens of member states of the entire Filipino League!
The major media outlets had already poured out at four o'clock in the morning on this day.In particular, the main polling stations in Fjon National Victory Square in Hydfeld were crowded, with long guns and cannons in the press section, and flashing lights reflecting the white of the dark morning."
I'm going to vote for Congressman Dawson."
A young man on a bicycle took off his helmet, played with his wet head after just finishing the exercise, and told reporters: "I have been following him since he won the nomination of the candidate for the Dalapeaa district, 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 advocacy have been winning our trust and respect. ”"What about you, this beautiful lady?"
The reporter extended the microphone to an elderly woman holding the old man's arm, "Are you also going to vote for Mr.
Perez?"
”"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, who is a beautiful little boy, and moreover, a political genius."
I can't wait to see him sitting in the president's office. ”All TV channels are broadcasting interviews with journalists.Heidfeld, Dalapea, Al-Aqsa, Mema, Doriberi, Afflikenstad......
In every borough, in every galaxy, in every city, countless crowds of people poured through the streets to the polling places.At half past nine in the morning, when the clouds in the Heidfeld sky were gradually dissipating, the bright sunlight finally showed their form between the buildings, the windows, and the branches and leaves of the canopy.This golden light pulls the entire city into countless oblique projections.The contrast between shadow and light makes the world clear and three-dimensional all at once, and it becomes vivid.A team of black flying cars, guided by police cars, drove to the steps of polling place No. 1 in National Victory Square.This is a giant voting hall set up in front of the Monument to Freedom in Mingzhuo.It is temporarily built of fully transparent glass components, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people to vote at the same time, and this single polling station can complete the voting work of millions of people in 12 hours of voting time.The flying car went around the interview area and stopped at the place where the yellow line was drawn.Dawson, who was well-dressed and personable, stepped out of the car first, and went around to the other side to open the door for his wife.Forty-eight-year-old Dawson has a handsome face that is flattering.A curly and attractive brownish yellow head, deep blue eyes, a high nose bridge and a slightly square chin.His wife, Jinna, is also a great beauty.Although he is over forty years old, his figure is still flawless, his temperament is noble, and he always has a generous and charming smile on his face.The appearance of the most popular couple suddenly boiled over the entire voting venue.Dawson's supporters shook placards, held up his posters, and shouted his name hoarsely.Dawson took his wife by the hand and waved his arms gracefully at the crowd in response to the support of the people.The bodyguards around him were vigilant and surrounded him in the middle."
Regardless of the outcome, it's a victory for Ming Cook."
Dawson showed a charming smile to the female reporter who was allowed to get closer: "This is the foundation of Fei Yang's strength, we will continue to walk along this path, no one can defeat us!"
”Dawson's words drew applause and cheers from the square.In the midst of this cheer, he climbed the stairs, and finally stood at the door of the voting hall, turned around with his wife, waved his arms to the supporters, and then walked into the voting hall.Just as their figures disappeared, another motorcade, coming from a distance, through the broken sunlight of the square's trees, through the passage crowded with placards on both sides, stopped at the entrance of the voting hall.The one who got out of the car this time was Perez, who had gray temples and a Chinese face, and had the demeanor of a mature man.The appearance of Perez and his wife also drew a tsunami of cheers.Compared with Dawson, the supporters of this veteran politician are not much more.Especially for many older people, Peres is more in line with the image they have in mind as president.The same click of the camera, the same shouts of supporters, the old man with a gentle appearance and demeanor, squinting his crooked eyes, with an unremarkable lady, walked into the voting hall.The people in the square are looking forward to Zhao Xi's appearance.However, with the arrival of the leaders of the political parties, members of Congress, and interim President Gambil, as the clock ticked by, the presidential candidate, who had more than 28 percent direct approval and 35 percent second support, showed no sign of showing up.Even Swanson, who had lost his competitiveness, came, and he didn't come.In the past few days, as the propaganda offensive of Perez and Zhao Xi has come to an abrupt halt, people have not heard anything about Zhao Xi for several days.It was a middle-aged man with a black head.He is not very tall, and always has a gentle smile on his face.However, when it comes to political opinions, he is clear-cut.He was a hard-liner who advocated all-out involvement in the war, strongly advocated the removal of the privileges of some politicians and chaebols during the war, boosted the economy, worked to tackle the worsening unemployment rate, and strongly advocated the fight against corruption, the reform of the political system, the more transparent management of political axes, and a more concise and effective procedure for the consideration of proposals in the National Assembly.This series of propositions has been well received by the people.In early January, his approval rating had been steadily rising, and by January 15, his direct approval rating was even on par with Perez's.It's a pity that the turbulent changes in the political arena made him silent in the last time.Although theoretically he still has the possibility of being elected, he wants to turn the tables in reality, unless a miracle happens.———————— at this moment, no one knew that the distance from Zhao Xi's first polling place was actually not far.He stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window on the 126th floor of a blue space city south of National Victory Square, staring at the crowded square.This is the campaign center of the Ming Cook and Fair Party.An entire floor behind him is the office of his campaign team.The busyness of the past has disappeared.There is no more the sound of phone calls one after another, no sound of automatic doors opening and closing, no hurried footsteps, and no faster reporting in the ears.He stood quietly in front of the window, a cigarette in his hand.The straight body pulled out a slender shadow in the sunlight through the window, and the curling green smoke drifted in the sunlight and dispersed.Behind him, the team members stood silently in groups of threes and twos.From the day Zhao Xi got the nomination, they have been fighting for half a year for today.As a small and medium-sized party, whether it is funding, manpower relations or other resources, it is not as good as those big parties.It is hard for others to imagine how much hardship everyone has paid to get to this day.Although there is the support of the Shen family in the back, in Feiyang, the Shen family is not single-handed, and it is impossible to play a role in determining the surname in such a matter as the presidential election.Zhao Xi's support rate at the moment is earned by everyone present in exchange for almost crazy work.The hardest one is Zhao Xi.Since these days, he has not slept more than three hours a day, and every day he travels to the major administrative districts of Feiyang to canvass for votes, give speeches, and meet, I don't know how many throat protection drugs he has taken, and how many eye drops he has dropped to eliminate red eye strands.He is not a saint, not a moral pacesetter, and occasionally makes some ambiguous jokes with the female staff members who admire him on the team.However, his love for his ideals and for this country can be deeply felt by everyone around him.He was an idealist.A fighter who refuses to compromise!
But now, he could only stand here and watch Dawson and Perez's flying car drive into the cheering crowd.The battle was lost before it even began.Some female staff couldn't help but cry.There was a sense of sadness in the crowd.They are the secretary of this team, Zhao Xi's right and left hands, his partner, his supporter, his image consultant, and his assistant......
However, after today, they will sweep these passionate and hopeful years into the corners of memory and seal them.They will disperse and look at the history that they could have participated in and change, and go on a different track.They feel aggrieved.All the hard work, all the sweat and hard work, but they didn't get even the opportunity to go to war.The clock struck ten o'clock, which they had been looking forward to for a long time and had been fighting for for a long time, and when the voting began, it was the end of the team.A beautiful young woman wearing a red silk scarf walked through the crowd, walked to Zhao Xi's side, and said softly, "Honey, let's go." ”Zhao Xi turned his head, looked at his dignified and beautiful wife, looked around at the crowd again, and smiled slightly: "Before the voting is over, no one is allowed to leave, I've been busy for so long, I have to invite everyone to dinner in the evening." ”With that, he and his wife smiled at each other and walked to the elevator.When the elevator door closed, everyone in the huge open-plan office area flocked to the window, they crowded together, leaning against the window, looking at the building I don't know how long it took, the figure of Zhao Xi and his wife appeared.They did not have bodyguards to answer each other, nor did they ride in a car, but walked to the polling place idly, holding hands.It looks, just like an ordinary couple taking a walk.When they walked not far from the polling place, someone finally recognized them.Many supporters held up posters and slogans for Zhao Xi, calling his name loudly, waving at him, and cheering him on.Zhao Xi smiled and nodded in response with his wife.The staff on the building couldn't help but feel sour.This may be Zhao Xi's most glorious time, and it is also at this time that they are extremely resentful of the Shen family, who they once regarded as their pillars, and resentful of those upper echelons that are difficult for them to reach.Those who are high up in the sky never know how many people on this floor are crying for this scene in front of them.The appearance of Zhao Xi made the whole square boil again.Even those who support Dawson and Perez have given the second choice to this youngest man, who is not inferior to Dawson's demeanor and eloquence, and who is not inferior to Perez's calmness.If he loses the election today, perhaps he will only blame his party for being too weak, on the lack of strong propaganda funds, and on the ideas of those who have offended many of Fei Yang's vested interests.Although many people know that he is right, in this "boiled" country, it is not right that wins everyone's vote.In front of the ordinary people who support him, those media have more influence, those conglomerates have more wealth that can influence more people, and those officials have more power!
When Zhao Xi walked into the voting hall, the bell rang at ten o'clock.Except for the central voting hall where Dawson, Perez, Zhao Xi and interim President Gambier and Feiyang's senior executives are located, the voting channels around are all open.People walked into the passage one by one.Voting in the presidential election begins when the first person taps their fingerprints on the voting machine, selects the first and second candidates, and gets the ballot that is immediately printed out and puts it into the ballot box......
(To be continued)