"Vote, of course I'll vote, for the next village chief election, I'm definitely casting my ballot for Wang Hao!"
"Me too!"
"Right, vote for Wang Hao, anyone who doesn't is a grandson!"
Seeing Wang Hao had the intention to run for village chief, all the villagers present expressed their agreement.
They also hoped in their hearts that Wang Hao would be elected; at least, he led them in getting things done and becoming wealthy, which was a hundred times better than Zhao Youquan.
But these words were extremely grating to Zhao Youquan's ears, as if they were threatening his life, making him restless.
Zhao Youquan had been the village chief for three terms, and until now, no one had dared to compete with him.
Today, unexpectedly, a young lad in his early twenties had the audacity to challenge him and even received so much support from the villagers.
Suddenly, Zhao Youquan felt a sense of crisis.