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The moment the old man heard the name, the smile froze on his face.

"Damn it, why is Huang's name among the candidates!"

"Who on earth is secretly betraying us?"

The old man muttered in a low voice, and his voice even sounded a little exasperated.

However, this unhappiness was only a slight one.

After all, the overall situation is still in their favor.

He also believed that this unexpected vote was just a coincidence and most people would still choose Jerry.

But the old man didn't notice that the moment Stephen Huang's name was called, the anxiety on Brown's face began to slowly disappear, and a smile appeared on Brown's face.

Because finally, the votes that this group of people actually cast were read out.

Next, as the situation developed, Jerry Pie's expression, which had originally been full of joy, began to become increasingly ugly.

In the subsequent vote count, Jerry's name no longer appeared in the staff's voice, as if the water in a faucet was suddenly turned off.

Instead, there are one "Stephen Huang" after another.

"Steven Huang, fifteen votes."

"Steven Huang, sixteen votes."

……

"Steven Huang, 18 votes."

"Steven Huang, nineteen votes."

And the moment "Stephen Huang, 19 votes" was mentioned, the old man's hunched body immediately straightened up and his expression became extremely nervous.

Now, Stephen Huang's votes are only one vote away from Jerry!

At this moment, time seemed to become longer.

Finally, the next sound of the staff counting votes appeared in my ears.

"Jerry, twenty-one votes!"

The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, Jerry was the choice of most people.

The Stephen Huang that just kept appearing was just an accident.

The old man's long-lost smile appeared on his face again, but the next moment this smile not only froze on his face, but also became extremely ugly.

"Steven Huang, twenty votes!"

"Steven Huang, twenty-one votes!"

"Steven Huang, twenty-two votes!"

"Steven Huang, twenty-three votes!"

……

Next, the name Stephen Huang kept appearing in the teller's mouth like a torrential downpour of raindrops.

Stephen Huang's votes also went from being slightly ahead of Jerry at the beginning to being a crushing victory.

The faces of the old man and the people around him began to become increasingly ugly.

What on earth did Brown do?

How come there are suddenly so many yellow tickets?

You deliberately pushed for the election, didn't you just want your own people to get together in advance and vote for the same person?

How come Jerry has no tickets now, but Huang still has so many tickets?

In the end what happened? !

This is the common voice in the hearts of the old man and a group of people around him at this moment.

They were puzzled by this.

Finally, as the last ballot was drawn from the box, the teller read out the name on the last ballot.

"Steven Huang, forty-two tickets!"

At this moment, Jerry, who is ranked second in the number of votes, has 21 votes...

The vote that made the old man so excited turned out to be the last vote Jerry got.

"Now, I declare that the voting is over and the final winner is..."

"Steven. Mr. Huang!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Jerry Party members felt as if they had lost their parents.

And just as the vote teller announced the result, the tightly closed door of the venue was slammed open.