Chapter 39 Coming (2)

After hearing Zhou Ye’s words, everyone in the room had different expressions.

But the atmosphere was different from before. Most of the people present were from the civilian class, and they were naturally happy to see Zhou Ye take the position, as the candidates were selected through the sound of the alchemy instrument.

Aisina took the lead, and applause soon filled the entire conference room.

Amid the enthusiastic applause, Dimula vaguely realized that something was out of control. He looked at the young man in the upper position, and his face looked like a punching bag.

It seemed that the young man who had just shown his edge was not the same person, but it was also this person who had repeatedly suppressed his orders.

He felt really uneasy, and at this time Zhou Ye personally handed the document back.

Dimula suddenly felt much more relaxed, and a smile reappeared on his face.

He took the list and began to announce today's agenda. As for the nobles who left before he left, whether these agendas could be smoothly implemented was not his responsibility.

He dragged Zhou Ye into the game in order to completely crush these nobles who hindered his power with force.

"The first item on the agenda is to repair the inner city wall." He took out a few photos, which showed that several parts of the inner city wall had been damaged due to attacks by alien beasts, although the civilian houses in the distance were more seriously damaged.

Seeing this proposal, the remaining nobles who were originally hesitant immediately stood up to support it.

One of them stood up and pretended that civilians also needed to repair the city area, while another one cried and said how uneasy his family was because the inner city wall was damaged.

Looking at them making a lot of noise, Zhou Ye, who was sitting in the main seat, sorted out the agenda in his hand with a smile.

He seemed to have forgotten to tell them that all agendas now need to be reviewed by the president of the association first?

Without any signal, Siming, who was sitting next to him, sneered contemptuously, and everyone fell silent in an instant.

They tried to figure out the expression of the person in front of them, but there were also some really smart people who turned their eyes to Zhou Ye.

The smile on the face of the black-haired young man was still gentle, his right hand was pressing a document, and his left hand was relaxed and leisurely tapping the table.

Once, twice, three times, it was particularly obvious in the quiet room, until everyone was forced or instinctively looked at Zhou Ye, no longer staring at Siming or Fu Yue.

Until most people came to their senses and realized that the black-haired young man sitting at the head was not a puppet. With support, he now truly holds the decision-making power of the association.

"Before the vote, I want to say something personal. Do you mind?"

"Of course not."

"You speak, we have no objection."

Several meeting members who had followed Aisina before supported her. They were originally out of power, but now they are naturally proud of having someone to support them.

After all, there are no influential nobles present, and the vice president is a commander without troops, and now even the puppets brought into the game are stronger than him.

"Ah...you, go ahead." Dimula took out a hand towel full of strong fragrance from his shirt, and tried hard to cover his distorted face.

Zhou Ye took back his left hand that had been tapping on the table, and slowly opened the file under his right hand.

The member of the association closest to Zhou Ye pretended to be indifferent, but his eyes were clearly glued to the file. Wrapped in the simple folder were a lot of certification cards.

The colorful light like the seven colors projected by a prism scattered to every corner of the conference room as it was taken out.

"This is the universal authentication card of the Siming family's business. With this, you can freely enter and exit any pawnshop."

"As a gift for everyone. Aisina, please help distribute it."

As the core of the mutual aid association, Aisina usually comes into contact with many authentication cards, but none of them is as extraordinary as the one given by Zhou Ye. She carefully distributed the authentication cards.

"Everyone, I hope you can all maintain due respect for Zhou Ye." Siming, who has hardly spoken since entering the conference room, said.

His cold eyes swept through the crowd, and suddenly made people feel an invisible sense of oppression, as if being pierced through the body by his sharp eyes.

I don't know if it was an illusion caused by fear, but Dimula, who was closest to Siming, saw a blue light light up behind him, as fast as lightning.

His expression was too cold, and the slightest politeness seemed to be forced out of consideration for the feelings of the people around him.

Many people who were originally prepared to refuse the card silently accepted it when Aisina approached them, and carefully put it on their bodies in an angle where Siming could see it.

Several people who had originally asked the servants to take it away were called back and then received it themselves. They didn't know what "respect for the president of the association" meant according to Siming's standards.

Dimula felt that some people's acting of gratitude was too exaggerated, but when the card was really handed to him, he also held the exquisite card and kissed it affectionately, and then wrapped it with a towel.

Of course, no one knew whether the card would be thrown into the trash can after leaving this meeting.

Zhou Ye looked at Siming helplessly. He had already put enough pressure on him. He originally wanted Ma Jia to say a few words to keep the situation

in mind, but after being filtered by Siming's language system, the words became arrogant and full of commands. Sensing the emotions of the original body, Cong Yue covered her mouth and laughed secretly. Two moon-energy butterflies quietly flew out, floating along the table to Zhou Ye's back, trying to enter his chest from the back of his collar.

At this time, the hand wearing a silver ring touched his neck, quietly blocking the view in front, and the butterflies were still alive.

Their new president allowed the two butterflies to slide lightly and silently into his sleeves.

Sitting behind Aisina's seat, the brown curly-haired man who was obviously from the civilian camp squinted his eyes. Since Aisina was still distributing identification cards, he could see everything clearly without any obstacles.

Without looking back, he pulled off the sleeve of his companion and whispered, "Carmen, butterfly..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt his hand being pinched hard by his companion.

After realizing what was going on, he tightly shut his mouth, but his hands were still shaking, expressing his excitement to the people behind him.

"Daniel, be quiet." Carmen couldn't stand his noisy temper and whispered to stop him.

As members from poor families, they have always been a group in the association. Just now, he was planning to find Zhou Ye through Aisina after the meeting to talk about their difficulties.

Now it seems that he has to go even more! Carmen's eyes flashed.

While Carmen and Daniel were calculating, Aisina finished distributing the things.

Dimula put his hand on his proposal again, wanting to stand up and take the lead, but Zhou Ye didn't give him the chance.

Zhou Ye asked Dimula beside him softly, "Which members left?"

Due to his politeness, Dimula couldn't get angry, and his answer was inevitably tainted with emotion: "They are all members of the noble family, local tyrants in Qingshui City."

"What are their respective positions? If they are not here, it shouldn't affect the meeting, right?"

In order to ensure that his agenda could proceed normally, Dimula naturally practiced the art of speech: "They are mainly responsible for finance and public security, which is not very important, don't worry."

He is not blind, and what the two members who are so far away saw, he can see more clearly when he is close. His two eyes wandered over Tan Yue and Zhou Ye in an obscene and ambiguous manner: "With Tan Yue, Ke, and Siming, two powerful talents, here, any decision we make today can be smoothly implemented."

Zhou Ye seemed not to see his eyes, and nodded self-consciously: "So that's the case."

"I think some of them are in charge of more important positions."

"In order for the meeting to proceed smoothly, let's re-select the candidates now."

Zhou Ye's words were like a thunderbolt in the entire conference room, and everyone looked at him in shock.

"Are you kidding?"

"Sorry, no." Zhou Ye took out a piece of paper.

When Cong Yue transformed the desktop, the empty job cards on the desktop were not destroyed, but were stored in the system space. He wrote down selectively.

Zhou Ye leaned over to ask Ai Xina who was sitting down: "The position of the chief of public security here is still vacant, are you willing to take the position temporarily?"

"Me?"

Before Ai Xina could respond, an old man sitting at the end of the group questioned in a deep voice: "President, those members just left temporarily because of something, there is no need to be so arbitrary."

"Oh." Zhou Ye was not affected by his interruption. He supported his face with his left arm and tilted his head to look at him, "Do you have any opinions?"

Following his action, Tan Yue, who had been playing with the butterfly in her palm with her legs crossed, turned her calm eyes to the old man.

Siming began to adjust his cuffs.

The atmosphere changed from tense to dangerous. Dimula wanted to stand up and negotiate peace. He stood up and waved to Zhou Ye: "My speech has..."

"I support Aisina to act as the Minister of Public Security." Carmen forced his way into the conversation. He looked at Zhou Ye firmly and pulled the person in front of him. Daniel didn't understand the situation at this time and stood up subconsciously.

"I agree too." Daniel said tentatively.

This bomb thrown by Zhou Ye turned into a statement of different positions. The people who had divided into camps began to vote under Zhou Ye's witness.

After everyone finished speaking, Dimula subconsciously counted the number of people and reported it to Zhou Ye. After seeing Zhou Ye nod in approval, he felt a little happy about being recognized.

Wait, that's not right... Dimula looked around the current conference room, and the sense of crisis in his heart finally overwhelmed Zhou Ye's gentle image.

He realized that the parliament was almost under Zhou Ye's control. After the overall situation stabilized, with Aixina and the two powerful talents, not only civilians, but also fence-sitters and even nobles who didn't come today would surrender.

He had no chance of gaining real power.

He lowered his head, and the pain and suffering that he had been suppressed by Kum for decades suddenly surged into his heart. Being suppressed by that kind of gang was fine? A parachuted in person, and a civilian who got to the top under his operation? !

While taking advantage of the time to write the meeting minutes, he quietly turned on his mobile phone under the table and sent a request for assistance to the association headquarters, and they responded surprisingly quickly.

After opening the reply, it was written that the assistant president would arrive immediately via the chain array.

He was not surprised by the speed. Under great pressure, Dimula felt that the faster the better.

After the one-sided vote, Aixina became the acting Minister of Public Security. Zhou did not hesitate and immediately began to vote on the next person. Everyone conducted a small internal position digestion and divided up the positions of those who were not present.

Of course, some people were not worthy of the position or were not members of his team, but Zhou did not care at all, because except for Aixina and a few others, he planned to re-divide the positions today after mastering the specific content of the positions and distribute them to his classmates or juniors who he was preparing to recruit.

"The voting is complete, should the meeting end?"

"Of course." Dimula nodded, his attitude returning to his usual humble state, gathering all his previous thoughts, and waving his hand to dismiss everyone.

He pretended to be close to Zhou Ye, half-knelt down and almost pressed his whole body against Zhou Ye, and whispered about the specific composition of the Qingshui Citizens Mutual Aid Association, from the specific layout to the library connected to the meeting room.

When he heard him talk about this, Zhou Ye's eyes suddenly lit up. This was the real purpose of him trying every means to join the association, and he never thought it would be so easy.

"Can the library be directly accessed from this conference room?"

"Yes," Dimula was thinking about the assistant president who was about to come, and followed Zhou Ye's words and said, "If you need, you can enter through this wooden door, but this is usually the entrance for assistant secretaries, so it may be narrow. If you need, I can lead the way for you."

"It's okay," Zhou Ye shook his head, "Si Ming."

Siming, who was sitting next to him, picked up Zhou Ye and kicked Dimula, who was squatting and getting in the way, away with one foot, as if he was looking at garbage, without even saying a word.

Dimula was thrown to the ground hard, and he felt angry immediately, but when he looked up, a moon energy butterfly had already circled around him, as if any unusual movement would strangle him to death.

He shut up, half-bent down, and followed behind Aisina.

The wooden door was inside the conference room, not a few steps away. Just as the assistant secretary sitting next to him was about to use the key to open the small door, the conference room door was suddenly kicked open.

The warm conference room, which was originally burning with charcoal, was immediately invaded by the thin air outside, and a trace of cold air touched everyone's ankles.

"It seems that I came at an unfortunate time!" A woman's voice sounded hoarse and sharp, like a stone scratching on glass. Aisina turned around and saw a middle-aged woman holding a child in her arms.

"The meeting is over. Where is our president going?"

The woman held the child tightly in her arms and patiently stroked his forehead from time to time. From Aisina's perspective, the child's whole body was blue-purple and seemed frozen, but he would respond to the woman's actions.

"Who are you?"

"The assistant president was sent here because the local association members thought the current president was too inexperienced and could not fully handle all matters." She ignored the open door and sat directly on the nearest meeting chair.

This assistant president was not arranged before, otherwise she could have appeared at the previous meeting. That means she just received the news. She came so quickly.

Zhou Ye's expression did not change, but he was suspicious. Was she the result of the chain reaction caused by Zhong Lao's incident, or was she the result of the jealousy of the association's top management?

"I have the same rights as the president of the association, and I can monitor everything the president touches during his term of office."

"I have the right to prevent the president from making wrong decisions."

"For example, now, President Zhou, I think you'd better not enter the library."

Cong Yue did not stop pushing the door. She pushed down hard, but the door did not move at all. The light of the sealing formation gradually spread from the gap on the side of the door.

Until this time, Zhou Ye turned his eyes back.

"Ah, you finally take me seriously?" The woman's old face spilled out sarcasm from the corner of her mouth. "It seems that you don't understand the importance of what you just said, so let me make it clear." "

Without my permission, you have no right to enter the library."

"Don't think that you can erase your background by relying on the talented. The libraries in each place of the association are the top priority and are immune to talents. Even if you have the ability to let them spend a hundred years on this door, there will be no damage."

"Is that so?" The black-haired young man was held in someone's arms. The look he gave him was innocent and simple, as if he was just responding simply.

In the pure white space, the gilded pattern on the vest named Nuo began to emit a faint light, and then became brighter at a speed of milliseconds.