"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't think I need it at all. You should keep your votes for yourself, lest you run out of votes for yourself." Lu Zhiwei crossed her arms and left Luo Xiu's side.
Luo Xiu sighed, knowing that Lu Zhiwei was stubborn and proud, and that she would never accept his kindness even if it meant death.
That's all.
He cannot possibly lose his position as president of the art association; if he is not re-elected, it will have a huge impact on the subsequent business development of the Luo Group.
There are many ways to coax Lu Zhiwei; he'll put in some more effort.
Not long after, staff came to inform everyone, "Please all candidates move to the venue, we will be announcing the vote results soon."
The group of people walked out of the lounge and returned to the meeting room one after another.
The host, holding the microphone, stood on the stage with a somewhat solemn expression after receiving the ballot results.
Lu Zhiwei sat calmly in the third row, hooking her arm around her mentor Grayson's, waiting for the vote results to be announced.
When Grandpa Luo returned from the restroom, he saw Luo Xiu back in his seat and asked him seriously, "There shouldn't be any accidents this year, right?"
Luo Xiu nodded and said, "Dad, there's no way anything could have happened."
Old Master Luo: "That would be for the best. If you dare to hand over the chairmanship to that woman Lu Zhiwei, you might as well resign as president of the Luo Group. The Luo family cannot tolerate those who are obsessed with love."
Luo Xiu curled his lips in disdain: "I know. I know what I'm doing."
Holding the ballot card in his hand, the host cleared his throat: "Next, I will read out the number of votes each candidate received, in ascending order. After I finish reading the votes, the results and data will be displayed simultaneously on the large screen behind me."
The host, holding the cue cards, turned his gaze to Lu Zhiwei: "Ms. Lu Zhiwei, who has received the fewest votes in the entire audience, has received a total of eight votes."
A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.
"She's really arrogant and doesn't know her place. She's so young and dares to run for president of the art association. Who does she think she is?"
"You've really lost face."
Several of Luo Xiu's staunch supporters were already jealous of his single-minded pursuit of Lu Zhiwei.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, they frantically mocked Lu Zhiwei's overestimation of her abilities from below the stage.
Luo Xiu would turn around from time to time to look at Lu Zhiwei's expression, afraid that she would be unhappy, and even more afraid that she would be hurt.
After the election, he will silence those who gossiped about her forever.
Lu Zhiwei seemed unsurprised by the result, remaining calmly seated.
Upon hearing this result, Grayson, who was sitting next to Lu Zhiwei, choked on his saliva.
"Ahem, my disciple, you don't actually think that getting last place will make you the president of the association, do you?" Grayson looked at Lu Zhiwei with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
Lu Zhiwei put her hand on Grayson's shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, Master, there's still a chance."
"Huh?" Grayson was puzzled.
Lu Zhiwei raised an eyebrow, telling him to wait and see.
The host read out the vote counts of seven or eight people in a row, and each person only received a few votes to a few dozen votes. In order to save time, the host did not even announce the names of the candidates.
Most of them were supporters of the Luo family and were just there to make up the numbers.
The venue accommodated up to a thousand members of art associations from around the world.
To avoid excessive vote splitting, the number of votes for runners-up will naturally be limited.
There were only two people left.
The host, still holding the card in his hand, continued reading, "Second place in total votes..."
Luo Xiu and his grandfather didn't care who came in second place at all; as long as Luo Xiu could maintain his first place, that was enough.
"The second-place candidate received a total of 374 votes. He is..." The host's gaze turned to the first row.
All the big names in the art world turned their attention to the host.
The host's hand holding the microphone trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "He is..."
"Hurry up and say it, what are you dawdling about?"
The audience members expressed their opinions and urged the proceedings to continue.
"Yeah, stop keeping us in suspense."
"Luo Xiu, President of the Luo Group."
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.
Sitting in the first row, Old Master Luo immediately slammed his cane heavily on the carpet and stood up: "Look carefully for me? Say it again?"
Luo Xiu's failure to be selected not only means a loss of face for the Luo family, but also threatens their dominant position in the entire art capital.
This is no small matter.
The host wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at the data on the card again and again: "It's President Luo in second place, that's right."
Luo Xiu, who was sitting quietly in his seat, curled his thin lips into a cold smile that was hard to fathom.
His large hands gripped the armrests tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
"Continue reading the votes!" Luo Xiu ordered the host sternly.
He wanted to see who had beaten him to first place in this election.
Does he really have the guts to sit in that position?
The atmosphere in the venue was electric, with everyone eagerly waiting in their seats for the winner of the highest number of votes to be announced.
Who will be able to break the Locke family's monopoly over the past few years?
"Read it quickly!" Luo Xiu's voice was almost a roar, tinged with urgency.
Despite Luo Xiu's intimidating presence, the host, holding the card and microphone, uttered the name in a loud and clear voice.
"Today's top vote-getter, with a total of 432 votes, is none other than Mr. Lu Ming, the most popular master of traditional Chinese painting in recent years."
The spotlight shone on the very edge of the first row.
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