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Chapter 145 General Election

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However, when it comes to this marriage certificate, Zhang Xiaoju was quite looking forward to it. Her charming dimples made Lao Shen look deep, raised her small lips, kissed Wang Yang's neck, blinked her beautiful big eyes, shook her head, and said: This is not possible. I mean, you are the village chief, are you doing something?

Wang Yang suddenly realized that when Zhang Xiaoju's words were said, if a new official takes office, we will burn more vigorously, otherwise we will leave a handle on others and not say anything. It is wrong for us to be the village chief and not do some serious business.

Juzi, what do you think we have less in Fangsin Village?

Wang Yang had already thought that as for what he was doing, he thought that the transportation in this village was inconvenient, and the construction of a highway should be a good project. However, the construction of a highway also requires Zhang Xi's nodding and issuing funds from above before it can be carried out.

Zhang Xiaoju usually has many ideas, but when it comes to village construction, she couldn't think of any good plans for the moment. She shook her head and said: I don't know this, why don't you go and discuss it with Village Chief Jia.

While the two discussed, Jia Changsheng walked in. After listening to their plans, Jia Changsheng patted Wang Yang on the shoulder, glanced at him, and said: Before he became the village chief, he started to think about the construction of the village, which is not bad.

Although Jia Changsheng is not the village chief now, he is still the village chief among the villagers. Jia Changsheng's contribution to the village is obvious to all, and Wang Yang and Zhang Xiaoju are naturally no exception.

Cancan smiled and Wang Yang was somewhat unnatural when he looked at Jia Changsheng. If it weren't for him, he would probably not be a problem if he didn't want to run for the village chief now. Uncle Jia, let you laugh, sit down.

After Jia Changsheng sat down, he sighed and said: From now on, our Fangshen Village will depend on you.

Jia Changsheng was a little lonely when he said this, and Wang Yang could naturally understand that he was in a high position, but now he has become a light person without an official position, so no one would feel comfortable if he were.

He briefly said to Jia Changsheng, and Wang Yang also told him about the road construction. Jia Changsheng did not agree, nor did he say he did not agree. When he left, he told Wang Yang that he had to take care of everything himself, which made Wang Yang speechless for a while.

Tomorrow is the time of the election, and Wang Yang's wives have rushed back. Zhang Qi is wearing the most colorful clothes here. Although it is already a lot colder, people now wear this thermal underwear and that thermal underwear, one is hotter than the other. This is a big deal of anxiety. She has now worn a maternity outfit and is erect, but she has been in the friendship of the landlords.

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Early in the morning, Jia Changsheng still notified on the village trumpet that the election was held today. Wang Yang was wearing a very straight suit, wearing crocodile leather shoes specially bought by Cai Wenya, and there were many bright stars on his hair. Huang Jianlin also changed his torn clothes. However, although he was wearing a suit, he didn't have much money, and he thought it would be only 800 yuan.

The village department of Fangsin Village can be said to be crowded with people. It is estimated that the number of people coming now is one quarter more than when the pre-selected selection. Wang Yang looked at these one quarter and got a lot of votes in it.

Wang Yang, are you ready for your speech?

Zhang Xiaoju stood on Wang Yang's side. At this time, there were four or five women around Wang Yang, each of them was a great beauty. Zhang Xiaoju didn't know much about Wang Yang's romantic affairs. She knew Xiang Nan, and she would be overwhelmed with one or two, but unexpectedly, Wang Yang had so many women. Li Fengqian was a married woman. She kept staring at Wang Yang on the side, and Zhao Yali was the same.

Jia Changsheng stood on the temporary platform and said nothing loudly. Everyone in the village knew that today is the day of election, and the candidates are also known.

The candidates selected during the preliminary election were Jia Changsheng, Wang Yang, Wu Jun and Huang Jianlin. Now Wu Jun and Jia Changsheng cannot run for the election, so naturally only Wang Yang and Huang Jianlin were left. Their names were written on a large blackboard. This formal election was much more formal than the last preliminary election. Officials came from the township and county respectively, and the county public security bureau also sent subordinates to maintain order.

Old Man Jia and Old Man Zhang acted as notaries again, Zhang Xiaoju and Zhao Chunhua still acted as voters, and more than a thousand people began to vote. Two big red boxes were placed in front of two desks. Huang Jianlin looked at Wang Yang with a little more understanding. Until now, he did not regard Wang Yang as his opponent. Wang Yang had only fifty votes in the last pre-select.

He thought Wang Yang was just here to join in the fun, and this time he was elected as the village chief shouldn't have too many problems.

Huang Jianlin approached Wang Yang, his face filled with joy and said with a smile: Yangzi, Uncle Huang becomes the village chief in the future, and your pharmacy will continue to be opened.

After saying that, he patted Wang Yang on the shoulder. If he knew, Wang Yang would be determined to win this election. It would be strange if his old face did not turn into a pig's waist.

The salutes were roaring, and there was an empty field in front of Fangsin Village. Now there were people standing there, teams of people voting one after another. Each person had a vote, and wrote the candidate's name on the special ticket paper prepared in advance. These bills all had codes and were all based on serial numbers. It was impossible to fake them.

The voting time took half an hour, which was better for order management. After the voting, Old Man Zhang and Old Man Jia stood in front of the ballot box, just like the pre-selected day, because there were only two people in the pre-selected person, Zhao Chunhua wrote the regular words on the blackboard with chalk.

At the beginning of the election, Wang Yang's votes were overwhelmingly advantageous. In the blink of an eye, there were more than 100 votes. Huang Jianlin was a little at a loss. Last time, Wang Yang had only about fifty votes, but why did he get more than 100 votes this time?

Yoko, are you?

Old Huang Jianlin's face was a little gloomy, but Wang Yang sneered in his heart. If Huang Jianlin knew that we were his future son-in-law, would he still compete with him for the position of village chief, or if he became village chief, he would not be angry to death if he knew about the matter with his daughter Huang Shilei.

Uncle Huang, what's going on? Why do I have so many more votes?

Wang Yang pretended not to know, just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Huang Jianlin looked at Wang Yang's expression and didn't seem to be joking with him. He had mastered the votes of most of the villagers. Even if you, Wang Yang, really ran for the election, it didn't matter.

As time goes by, the two will remain the same, or some will slightly exceed the point, and then catch up. In this way, the total number of votes has not exceeded fifty votes.

One thousand votes were finished soon, and the blackboard was full. Zhang Xiaoju and Zhao Chunhua began to count the votes of the two. Wang Yang had 480 votes, while Huang Jianlin had 52 votes. It was estimated that there were about 400 votes left, and the two of them were always upset.

Wang Yang... Wang Yang... Huang Jianlin... Wang Yang... Wang Yang...

The number of votes increased rapidly, and the number of votes of the two continued to rise. Seeing that the number of votes in the ballot box was less than 100, the number of votes between Wang Yang and Huang Jianlin was only one or two votes apart.

Wang Yang, you are prepared this time...

Huang Jianlin sneered. This time he understood that Wang Yang went to his house last time, not to talk about the pharmacy. It was true that it was true that he was talking about the truth, but it was not to find the truth for Jia Changsheng, but for himself.

Uncle Huang, you are wrong. I am qualified to run for the village chief. You won’t disagree?

With a smile, Wang Yang could not do anything to Huang Jianlin. No matter what, he would be his father-in-law from now on. Maybe one day he would call him father, so he could not speak too presumptuously.

When there were only a few tickets left in the box, Wang Yang's heart was in his throat because there was still a gap of four or five votes between him and Huang Jianlin.

When Zhang Xiaoju was singing, her voice was a little trembling. The last vote was because Wang Yang and Huang Jianlin were even. If this vote was not Wang Yang, Huang Jianlin would have won.

The last vote was that the blind dates in the village were extremely nervous, although it had nothing to do with who the village chief was.

Zhang Xiaoju opened the last ticket, which was three words on it, and Huang Jianlin's name was in his hand. Zhang Xiaoju didn't read it for a long time. Looking at the villagers, she pretended to be fine, but every move was under Wang Yang's gaze and perception. Wang Yang knew that the last ticket was not her, and the heart that was hanging in her throat fell.

Friends, should we leave some suspense for this last vote?Zhang Xiaoju chuckled and saw that the villagers didn't buy it much, and continued: I think the villagers must want to know who this vote is. Now that the vote is in my hands, should we listen to the two candidates? If any of them are elected, what are their ideas about the construction and development of the village? I think you all want to know, right?

Before the villagers could speak, Zhang Xiaoju turned her head, looked at Huang Jianlin and Wang Yang, and said: Two, please come on stage to tell me what your plans for the development of the village if you are elected as the village chief?

Wang Yang squinted his eyes. He knew that Zhang Xiaoju was delaying time. He looked at Huang Jianlin with a smile, looked at Huang Jianlin with a gray face, and said with a smile: Uncle Huang, let's go up?

After being rigged up, Huang Jianlin said something terrible in front of so many villagers. With the thunderous applause, the two of them went on a temporary platform together. Huang Jianlin kept staring at the vote in Zhang Xiaoju's hand. To some extent, he felt that the vote was his own.

Uncle Huang, come first, you are an elder.

Zhang Xiaoju gave Huang Jianlin politely. Huang Jianlin was just a rough man. In fact, he might not be worse than Wang Yang, but he had to be polite, which was far worse than Wang Yang.

After taking the microphone, Huang Jianlin was angry and looked at the villagers below. He still knew the opening remarks. Every time he saw Jia Changsheng speak, he would learn everything without saying anything, and it would be enough to learn a few sentences.

Friends, I am very happy to be a candidate in the village this time, and thank you for your support and encouragement.