Time flew by quickly, and soon it was time for the village chief election.
On the election day, it was a sea of people, almost everyone came, and the scene was bustling.
Zhao Tienan brought Cao Lei along to join in, just to be part of the excitement.
"Who do you think will become the village chief?"
"I think it has to be Song Nan, he's got the right background, his dad is the village chief, he's been influenced by this since he was little, can't go wrong."
"Hah, can becoming the village chief be about lineage? I think Xing Zhaolin has the biggest chance, after all, he's got deep pockets and has already spent money to get a lot of votes."
"I feel like it won't be good if either of these two becomes the village chief, since their character is just so-so. If they become the chief, we'll be the ones suffering."
The villagers gathered together, chattering away.
But unsurprisingly, they were all particularly not optimistic about Chen Yu.
