Wang Zebang was annoyed by his eccentricities and frowned: "Get on stage."
"Wait a minute, there are quite a few of us. Let me call out their numbers first," Mu Gaoyi said.
Wang Zebang has been busy lately, managing all sorts of affairs, so he hasn't paid attention to what's been happening with the artisan group. Naturally, he doesn't know how much "a bit" Mu Gaoyi meant when he said there were a lot of them.
His face was cold and stern as he said, "Such a big platform isn't enough for you to stand on? Could it be that all the remaining members of the artisan guild are on your side?"
He believed that Mu Gaoyi was deliberately exaggerating and causing trouble.
Mu Gaoyi chuckled dryly: "Well, while it's not all of it, it should be the majority of what's left."
Wang Zebang was taken aback upon hearing this.
"How many people are there exactly?"
"Brothers, let's all go up on stage together and call out to Deputy Commander Wang to see how many of us there are."
"Alright!"
Gao Muyi raised his voice and shouted, and dozens of people around him responded with great energy. Only one person in front of him lowered his head and only responded weakly.
"...Okay."
Damn it, this is even more embarrassing and shameful than standing in a row by myself just now.
They don't shout, and they don't fit in.
One, two... a dozen or so, until their group had almost taken up half of the platform, Wang Zebang finally counted them all: there were thirty-three people here.
At this moment, Mu Gaoyi looked around and finally found someone below the stage: "Aqing, what are you still doing down there? Come up here quickly."
His shout made Zheng Quchi stand out again, but this time, she decided not to give anyone a chance and rushed forward like an arrow.
"Stop calling, I'm here!"
She quickly stopped.
When Wang Zebang saw his wife come up on stage, he opened his mouth and asked, "...She's on stage too?"
"Yes, Lieutenant Wang, there are thirty-four of us in total."
No, if all of them voted for him, wouldn't that make thirty-four votes? Wang Zebang immediately realized that there was something unreasonable about the hastily decided voting method.
No one expected that such a large team was "undercover" inside.
He immediately corrected him: "Your numbers are already over the limit, with 34 people per team, so you cannot vote for yourselves and disrupt the fairness of the election."
"Hey, this isn't fair, they're ahead of us..."
“There are only two or three people in front of them at most, but there are thirty-four of you. In terms of numbers, this is unfair to the others,” Wang Zebang interrupted him.
Mu Gaoyi felt that the logic was sound, but...
If we remove these people, we'll only have around seventy votes left. Among them are quite a few who don't get along with them, so it will be difficult for them to surpass Fu Changfeng in votes.
Because those who voted for Fu Changfeng definitely wouldn't vote for them.
If we subtract the thirty people who voted for Fu Changfeng, then we'd only have about forty votes left.
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