Chapter 83 Tos's Conspiracy

After saying that, Tom left with Denise. Anna glanced at Tos, gritted her teeth, and quickly followed them away.

Tom's arrogant behavior just now made them feel like they had swallowed a fly.

Although Tom didn't say it explicitly, his words and actions conveyed the same message: "I, Tom, have secured the seats in all five major constituencies!"

"Even if Jesus came, he would not remain!"

Tom's arrogance wasn't arrogance, but a confident declaration.

Based on the current vote, Tom's faction is certain to win seats in all five major districts.

In their eyes, the seats in the five major electoral districts have long been their private property.

But now, they feel they can't hold on any longer.

The remaining few people looked serious and began to discuss among themselves.

A city councilor, his face turning apologetic, said, "Should we find someone?"

"Kill him!"

"Are you crazy? Didn't you see who Tom came with?"

"Dani Vanderbilt".

"His uncle, William Vanderbilt, has direct access to the heavens!"

"Let's not even talk about whether we'll leave any traces before we take action, or whether we can evade the FBI's search."

"At this critical juncture, even if Tom were to die in a simple accident, none of us would be eligible to become city councilors."

Don't be fooled by the seemingly respectable appearances of these city councilors; they put on a show of being decent people all the time.

But without Senator William keeping them in check, they would be no different from the Mafia.

If you can't solve the problem, then deal with the person who caused it.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"If it really comes down to votes, will you and I still have a chance to turn things around?"

"How about we do what Tom did and have some peasants give speeches?"

"puff."

"Don't make me laugh."

"I feel disgusted when I see peasants, yet I give speeches to them."

"And even if we were to give a speech, it would be too late now."

Several councilors discussed among themselves, as they were people who had worked in their constituencies for years or even decades. How could they possibly be willing to give up their constituencies so easily?

But no matter how much they discussed it, they couldn't come to any conclusions.

As everyone was discussing this, Tos interrupted them, saying, "Everyone, don't rush."

"The vote count results are not yet available."

"We still have a lot of room to maneuver."

The five city councilors are all of similar status and are essentially equals.

Now, under pressure from Tom, they've all revealed their true nature.

One of the city councilors, showing no mercy, retorted directly, "What room for maneuver is there left?"

"75000 votes per constituency is enough."

"What else can we do?"

Tos sneered, showing no mercy whatsoever, and snapped, "If you don't want to hear it, you can get out."

"Why are you giving me attitude while you're here?"

"Why didn't you dare fight Tom just now!"

The enraged city councilor blushed and was about to get up when his wife pulled him back.

He saw his wife shake her head slightly, and he instantly felt relieved, knowing that now was not the time to act impulsively.

He lowered his head and said nothing more.

Seeing that the other party had backed down, Tos did not press the attack further.

After all, having an additional city councilor involved increases the chances of success.

Then, Tos said, "Ladies and gentlemen, although only 75000 votes are counted in each constituency."

"But don't we receive more votes than that every year?"

"What happens to the portion that exceeds this limit?"

The councilors looked at each other, as if they understood Tos's "idea".

One of the lawmakers said, "You mean we only count the 75000 votes that are in our favor?"

"Are all the votes cast for Tom's faction excluded from the 75000 vote count?"

Tos nodded, but the senator who had initially objected began to object again.

This time, however, he wasn't refuting out of spite, but genuinely had a different perspective, saying, "The problem is, we didn't get even half the votes, that is, 37500 votes, in previous years."

"Based on this year's voting trends, no matter how the votes are tallied, Tom will get more than half the votes."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Of the 150000 votes, at least 145000 belonged to Tom's faction.

No matter how they counted the votes, and tried to exclude as many votes as possible from Tom's faction, Tom's faction was still elected in the end.

Toss shrugged and said, "Gentlemen, in previous years when we held elections in each constituency..."

"Even towards the end of the election, it is often difficult to get 75000 votes."

"In many cases, we can't even gather 50,000 votes."

"Every time, it's not until the election is almost over that tens of thousands of votes suddenly appear, bringing the total to over 75000."

Everyone laughed when they heard that.

They're all smart people; there's no need to spell things out.

Toth's idea is too easy to understand:

First, find your past "ghost soldiers" relationships to boost your votes;

Then contact the vote counting office and ask them to count only your own votes.

Even if Tom has 999 votes, as long as he gets more than half the votes;

Even with only 37501 votes, the final tally would still show him as the winner.

Seeing everyone begin to smirk, Tos knew they understood, and raised his glass, saying, "Everyone, cheers!"

"To celebrate our re-election in advance."

Everyone raised their glasses and echoed, "Cheers!"

The five city councilors were relieved; Tom, a young man, was still too young.

The vote counting agency is on my side. What can a little Tom like you do to fight me?

Meanwhile, outside the French restaurant, Tom, Denise, and Anna were sitting together in a car.

Tom looked at the people in the restaurant who were raising their glasses in celebration.

Anna looked at Tom, her eyes shining.

Denise looked at Anna with murderous intent.

Tom saw the city councilors' smug looks, and anyone with a normal level of intelligence could guess that they had come up with a solution.

Based on his intelligence score of 5.0 and the election results of previous years, Tom could easily guess that everyone's plan was nothing more than to falsify the statistics.

But Tom couldn't confront this directly.

The situation across the United States is only slightly better, except for the presidential election;

Voter enthusiasm was low in elections at other levels.

In order to uphold the fairness of the "voting system," vote-buying should not be too common in lower-level elections.

If Tom were to publicly oppose "vote-buying" tactics now, he would be going against lower-ranking members of Congress across the United States.

In that case, Tom would no longer be a rising political star serving the country and its people, but rather an arrogant madman who would rather die than live.

Tom looked at Anna, knowing that it was time for Anna to make her appearance.

Tom said to Anna, "Miss Anna, look over there."

Anna followed Tom's finger and saw the city councilors enjoying drinks and conversation.

Anna was particularly annoyed by her Uncle Toss, who sat in the main seat and smiled insincerely.

Tom continued to entice her, "Anna, you've probably heard about the situation at each polling station."

"If the election proceeded normally, whoever was elected would be elected, and whoever lost would be elected."

"You should know that too."

"But why did they suddenly become all smiles after chatting for a while?"

"Based on your understanding of your uncle, do you think he might be happy for my election?"

"For example, are they happy that the underprivileged people in the five major electoral districts finally have a chance to see the light?"

Without even thinking, Anna said with a hint of sarcasm, "How could that be!"

"They must have come up with some kind of scheme to save their seats."

"I'll go figure out a way to expose them right away!"

After saying that, Anna opened the car door and walked back towards the French restaurant.

She's going to expose the city councilors' schemes!

Tom watched Anna's departing figure, feeling incredibly happy.

Tom couldn't be happier with a person who has a strong sense of justice.

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