Chapter 470: I am Lin Mo from the Grand Xia Country, 176!
As the Chief Justice’s voice fell, the areas representing the 51 states on the big screen began to change gradually, turning red from a deep blue at a visible pace.
Florida,
Alabama,
Georgia,
Delaware…
Every ti a state on the map turned red, it ant that Johnson Hester had secured new votes.
The principle of winner takes all was vividly displayed at this mont.
Journalists and dia kept pressing the shutters of their caras, docunting the voting situation, and simultaneously broadcasting it to all the people and nations worldwide paying attention to the Arican elections.
This was not only a grand celebration belonging to Arica but a gluttonous feast for the world.
Under their increasingly dumbfounded gazes, Johnson Hester’s vote count soared wildly.
100 votes.
200 votes.
231 votes.
271 votes!
When Johnson Hester’s votes exceeded 270, the big screen suddenly froze, and all data stopped increasing or decreasing.
The winner had erged; any further change in the data was aningless.
“My god, the Johnson family has really beco the Duke!”
“Big news, this is really sensational news!”
“Mr. Hester, what would you like to say to the Arican people?”
“Congratulations to the Johnson family!”
“F**k, I suspect there is a problem with the votes, I demand a re-verification of the ballots!”
“Cheating, cheating, cheating!”
“Archduke Olima, we demand that you thoroughly investigate the issues of election fraud, the victory should belong to Clinton Hamilton!”
“No one understands Arica better than Clinton Hamilton!”
It was normal for so riots and disputes to erupt on the scene after the Duke’s election.
After all, everyone had staked their fortunes and lives, and losing was naturally unbearable.
This ti, the scale and intensity of the quarrels far exceeded any previous election.
The reason was simple: Clinton Hamilton’s die-hard supporters were very nurous, and they were almost all elites from various Arican industries, considering themselves the most authentic Aricans.
At the sa ti, the fans of Clinton Hamilton’s rival, Johnson Hester, were equally fervent; most of them ca from Arica’s lower classes, who didn’t get along with the elites, and now they were settling both new and old scores.
Even though law enforcent officers were present, the hall quickly erupted into disputes and brawls.
Lin Mo also sat in the audience, only his seat was in the 2nd-floor VIP box, which allowed him to enjoy a blood-pumping fight through the glass, a beautiful scenery during the leisure ti.
The fights and quarrels did not last long; with the arrival of a large number of security personnel, the raucous auditorium slowly cald down.
So of the severely injured spectators were taken away, and those who deliberately provoked fights were also closely monitored by the police.
As the situation completely cald down, the Chief Justice, dressed in a solemn uniform, walked to the center of the stage from behind the scenes, faced all the spectators, and said in a deep voice, “As we have seen, freedom and democracy are the greatest significances of Arica’s existence.”
“It is precisely because of such fundantal national policies that no matter what result the voters choose, we must accept it, as this is the quality every Arican should have.”
“I hereby officially announce that the Duke of this session of Arica is Johnson Hester!”
Thunderous applause erupted.
Under the watchful eyes of countless spectators, Johnson Hester, dressed in a shining suit, walked towards the stage and received the symbolic scepter representing authority and rule of law, as well as a basic book of Arican laws and a booklet titled “Declaration of Freedom.”
These three items were his proofs of becoming the Duke; if he could be reelected in four years, then he could continue to possess them, but if he failed to be reelected, he would be driven out of this famous palace, just like Olima today.
When the applause stopped again, it ant the official end of the election assembly.
Next was the ti for interviews.
dia and journalists would surround Johnson Hester with all sorts of tricky questions, and whether he could answer them properly would be related to the world’s first impression of him as the Duke.
Although Johnson Hester was already famous, there were too many people in the world, and many did not know him.
Lin Mo sat in the 2nd-floor box, unhurriedly waiting for Hester to finish his work and then co up to find him.
For Lin Mo, nurturing the Duke of Arica was just the first step; his ultimate goal was to lure Chen Shanhe to Arica and then completely resolve this major future threat.
…
anwhile, in Japan.
In the Capital, inside a Shanshui Manor.
In a living room decorated with Chinese-style furnishings, dressed in a Tang suit and full of vigor, Chen Shanhe was sitting cross-legged on a Luohan bed, looking at a tablet computer in his hand.
Johnson Hester!
When the Chief Justice announced the final decision of the Duke’s title, Chen Shanhe’s expression was also one of surprise.
He knew about the Johnson family and had dealt with Hester, and it was precisely because he knew them that he was even more astonished.
How could this guy beco the Duke?
Would that mysterious family support a political novice?
Not only was Chen Shanhe pondering this question, but the several others around him were also equally puzzled.
In a lowered voice, Chen Ze said, “Dad, according to your instructions, I previously mobilized all our Arican connections to inquire about the Johnson family, but we didn’t get any particularly useful information.”
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