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Chapter 450 Collective Voting! (Third Update!)

He had just walked over when someone kicked him, leaving the person who was kicked completely bewildered.

Just as he raised his head to retort, more scolding followed:

"You were chosen to establish good standards, not to mess things up!"

"Look at this now, the project is off, and the people are leaving!"

"How to do?"

The increasingly loud questions made the 20 people who came out of the office building feel their scalps tingle, but that was all they felt.

They were living people; there were burly men, knowledgeable and cunning old men, ragged women, and refined young men.

Hearing this string of accusations, they began to fight back.

"Which bitch just said that a large penthouse is a must? He'd rather die than not have one? Get out here! Weren't we being pretty tough before we went in? Get out here now!"

"Didn't you want a villa? Come out here! You were so vocal at first, but now you're all mute, aren't you?"

"And the one who asked for 1000 million in cash, come out here! Stop playing dead! We were just relaying your demands truthfully; we didn't do anything! Don't try to pin this on us!"

"It's you! I see you!"

Amidst the commotion, among the 20 selected individuals, a burly man raised his hand and pointed at a thin-looking middle-aged man: "It's you, don't hide!"

"You said your villa would have a garden, and it would be a detached villa!"

Hearing the burly man's accusations, the thin middle-aged man panicked. He quickly raised his hands to cover the man's face, then frantically waved his hands, repeatedly denying, "It wasn't me! How could I possibly want those things!"

"All I want is a regular house, plus some compensation!"

The words of the thin middle-aged man instantly made the burly man feel betrayed. He quickly stepped forward, pushed aside the people blocking his way, and suddenly reached out his right hand to grab the thin middle-aged man.

His left hand followed, then with both hands he pulled the middle-aged man out of the crowd and slapped him across the face.

"Stop pretending to be dead!"

The crowd started making noise again. Seeing this, Zhao Jingsong quickly shoved his secretary and shouted:

"Stop hitting people! How can you hit people? Can't we talk things out? Even if the negotiations failed, they are still envoys. As the saying goes, in war, envoys are not to be killed! How can you hit people? The police are here!"

Zhao Jingsong has a powerful position, so his words carry a lot of weight.

After a few loud shouts, the burly man who had been attacking the thin middle-aged man with both hands stopped, gave the thin middle-aged man a warning look, turned around and went to Zhao Jingsong, bowed his head and apologized:
"Secretary, I'm sorry, we shouldn't have been misled by these wicked people!"

Faced with the burly man's apology, Zhao Jingsong raised his right hand with a look of utter displeasure, "Get out of here!"

"The baby died, and you knew to come for milk."

"President Lin has already left, he's already gone out the door, and you're only now getting anxious?"

Zhao Jingsong's voice was very loud; by the end, it was almost a shout.

However, while he was yelling at people, his gaze remained fixed on Lin Yi.

Not far away, Lin Yi, who had been standing by watching the show, heard the roar and stepped forward, shouting, "Make way, make way, I'm going back!"

"Please move aside!"

After that farce, everyone guarding the door knew that this young man was not someone to be trifled with.

They also knew that this young man could decide the fate of the project.

So the more Lin Yi shouted for people to move aside, the more people appeared in front of him, until finally the road was completely blocked, and he could not get out at all.

Seeing that the road was blocked, Lin Yi turned around, nodded to Zhao Jingsong, and then pointed to the person in front of him:

"Secretary Jinsong, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"If a deal falls through, at least some courtesy should remain, right? Just now everyone was yelling that they wouldn't do it if their terms weren't met, and now they're blocking our way. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"Get out of the way!" Zhao Jingsong stepped forward, blocking Lin Yi's path, and waved his hand fiercely: "Get out of the way, what kind of behavior is this, blocking the way like this!"

No one gave way; everyone was looking at Zhao Jingsong.

Tired of being stared at, Zhao Jingsong turned back to Lin Yi and asked, "President Lin, how about giving him another chance?"

After asking the question, without waiting for Lin Yi's response, he immediately turned to look at the group of people behind him:

"What are you all standing there for? Say something! Weren't you all yelling at us just now? Have you all gone mute?"

After shouting twice, Zhao Jingsong turned around and extended his right hand to Lin Yi, beckoning him. Lin Yi naturally took out a notebook with the plan written on it from Ji Shuangshuang's briefcase and casually placed it in Zhao Jingsong's hand.

Taking the notebook, Zhao Jingsong then took the Jinghai City plan from his secretary, put the two documents together, and slapped them into the hands of the people in front of him.

"Take a good look!"

"After you've read it, if you think it's acceptable, then you can vote on it yourselves. Once you've voted, it means that everyone has approved of the plan, and we'll implement it accordingly from now on. If anyone tries to cause any more trouble, don't blame me for being impolite."

As he spoke, the documents and notebooks were passed around among the people, read, and slowly disappeared from sight.

Some of those who read the document stood in the crowd thinking, while others walked out of the crowd, took out their phones, and called their families who worked in the city.

Seeing what these people were doing, Zhao Jingsong smiled faintly and slowly walked to Lin Yi's side: "If we do it this way, there shouldn't be any problems!"

Lin Yi shook his head. "Hard to say! Don't tell me you've never seen it before!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jingsong nodded slightly: "I have indeed seen it!"

"But the problem is, with their voting proposal, we're in the right!"

"Let's step back a bit and wait for them to discuss it before we talk about it."

As he spoke, he stepped back first, followed closely by Lin Yi and the other two, retreating to a slightly more open area. Ji Shuangshuang turned her head and asked:

"Why do you say that holding this vote makes things much more convenient?"

Half a step in front of her, Lin Yi crossed his arms and said in a low voice:

"Because from a legal perspective, a village is a grassroots mass political organization that is recognized by law. Voting under certain conditions has clear legal significance. Internally, it can bind villagers, and externally, it can serve as a basis for administrative and judicial judgments."

"That means, in court, this is irrefutable evidence!"

With a clear plan in place, the noise from the crowd quickly subsided.

Most people thought the plan was feasible, but a small minority insisted on having their own large single-level apartments and villas.

Retracting his notebook and proposal from the crowd, Zhao Jingsong stood at the front, arms raised high, and then shouted:
"Since most of our comrades think this plan is feasible, we might as well act sooner rather than later."

"Please inform your family members that we will be here at 5 p.m. to register names and then hold a vote!"

"Remember, you must inform your family!"

After speaking with the people in front of him, Zhao Jingsong turned around and beckoned his secretary over:
"Go prepare the ballot boxes, then prepare twenty people, and prepare ten registration books. Registration will begin at 5 p.m., and voting will start promptly at 7 p.m."

After the secretary left, he walked up to Lin Yi and said, "Mr. Lin, would you like to find a place to sit for a while?"

"Let's sit for a while! It's still early!" Lin Yi readily agreed, took a step, and followed Zhao Jingsong back to the office building.

Meanwhile, people in front of the office building were frantically making phone calls to call for help. "Son, come back quickly! Our house is going to be demolished for compensation, and you'll be rich soon!"

"Daughter, come back quickly! Come back now to fill the household quota, there are jobs available!"

"Come back quickly..."

The younger generation on the island is mostly in Jinghai. After making a few phone calls, the number of people on the island visibly increased.

At 4 p.m., the area in front of the community office building was already packed with a large crowd.

Finding that there were quite a few people, Zhao Jingsong decisively called out to have someone start the registration process.

The line stretched out in a long queue. Each person registered their name, cast their vote, and had their photo taken to prevent duplicate votes and disruptions.

And so, with more than a dozen registration points and more than a dozen voting areas, it took more than four hours, from 4 p.m. until almost 9 p.m., to finally finish the registration and voting work.

Next comes the vote counting.

A dozen or so boxes filled with ballots were placed together, and Zhao Jingsong personally stepped forward to count the votes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, according to the latest statistics, this island has a total registered population of 41424."

"Excluding those under the age of 18 who are ineligible to vote, there are 34724 eligible voters!"

"To ensure the legitimacy of today's vote, 17362 people are needed to participate."

"To ensure the passage of this vote, more than 8681 people need to vote in favor!"

"Now, let's officially begin counting the votes!"

"Please everyone help count!"

With that, Zhao Jingsong picked up the first ballot box, opened it, and took out the white paper: "Agreed..."

"be opposed to……"

"Abstain..."

After several more hours of counting votes, just as Lin Yi and the others were about to fall asleep, the vote counting was completed.

Zhao Jingsong remained standing in the center of the crowd, with two transparent glass jars on either side of him.

The glass jar contains the results of each vote count.

Once the last ticket fell into the glass jar, Zhao Jingsong waved his hand, and immediately someone stepped forward to take the tickets from both glass jars and add them together one by one.

And the final result was revealed at this time.

Total participants: 19644!

[Agreed, 8964 people!]

[7282 people opposed!]

[3398 people abstained!]

The final result was written on the whiteboard by Zhao Jingsong with a pen. Then he held the whiteboard up with both hands and spun around in front of the crowd.

After walking around twice, he put down the whiteboard and let someone familiar with the process handle the rest of the work.

He himself went to the front of the crowd, raised his hands high, and then gently pressed them down.

As he moved, the noise from the crowd stopped. After the noise completely subsided, Zhao Jingsong said loudly, "Since everyone has agreed to the plan, please do not obstruct the construction for any reason."

"Next, please give this vote a thumbs up!"

Community workers were mobilized again, this time to take the voting results and have everyone present put their thumbs-up.

More than 1 people, it will take some time!
By the time the last few people pressed their thumbprints, it was already 3 a.m.

Holding up the document covered in thumbprints, Zhao Jingsong examined it for a long while before reluctantly handing it to Lin Yi.
"You'll need this later, so keep it safe so you don't have to say there's no record later!"

"Don't worry, I'll put the files in the best possible place!" Lin Yi took the documents, patted his chest hard, and reassured Zhao Jingsong.

After signing and stamping, the crowd began to disperse.

When dawn broke, the area in front of the community office building was deserted, except for cigarette butts scattered all over the ground. The staff were still explaining to everyone that many people had smoked there the day before, and that they were all heavy smokers.

Lin Yi's battle is over, now it's Xiao He's turn.

As the gentle sunlight rose, Xiao He, holding the documents, calmly sat down in front of Zhao Jingsong, revealing a set of white teeth, and smiled gently and naturally.

He handed over the documents and calmly said, "Secretary Zhao, these are projects that Secretary Qin personally compiled, which are potential collaborations with Jinghai City."

"Please take a look. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask, and I will answer them for you."

After Xiao He finished laughing elegantly, Zhao Jingsong rolled his eyes and asked, "Why isn't Qin Chao coming over?"

"Secretary Qin said he was afraid of someone suddenly getting hurt!"

“It’s his character!” Zhao Jingsong picked up the documents, carefully read through them, then took out a document from the pile, tapped the text on it with his fingers, and asked:

"Explain to me what it means that the steel must be purchased from Suzhou?"

What does it mean to prioritize Suzhou University students for employment?

"Qin Chao was shameless while alive, and even more shameless after death, wasn't he?"

"..." Xiao He didn't speak, but just kept adding conditions.

The negotiations between the two sides reached a stalemate, which was not eased until lunchtime in the afternoon.

At the dinner table, Zhao Jingsong, for the first time ever, put a piece of meat on Xiao He's plate: "Nephew, I think you've been wasted by Qin Chao. Come here, I'm very happy here!"

Xiao He looked at the palm-sized piece of fat with a forced smile and replied with a laugh:

"Secretary Jinsong is too kind. I think Suzhou is quite nice. If I have the opportunity to listen to Secretary Jinsong's teachings in the future, I will definitely not miss it."

"I propose I take a walk around!"

After three rounds of drinks, the group at the table began to discuss current affairs and express their opinions passionately, dismissing the powerful officials of the past as worthless.

"Damn it, we should go all out against America right now! They have 3 million people, we have 12 billion, it's 4 against 1, the advantage is on our side!"

"America is a paper tiger, not scary at all. If I were Gaddafi, I would never have sent a fleet to raid Naples."

"I'll just send ships to bomb the Suez Canal! I'll find a way to blow up 20 of their ships into the waterway, and then drop some mines down there. Then the world will be fucking peaceful."

"Speaking of Gaddafi, I haven't seen any news about him these past two days. I've seen many news outlets speculating that he's dead."

"Probably. I've been watching the news these past few days, and there are a lot of people from the capital or something like that, with their families all heading out of the city."

"And then there are those people who occupy that city hall and start giving speeches, asking for people to support them. It's exhausting, they must have so much free time!"

What speech?

"It seems to be... a presidential election or something!"

(End of this chapter)