"All right, Old Zhang, you assign the people!" Niu Dazhuang's face turned completely dark.
"Well then, Zhang Spirit, Song Deyin, you guys hurry up and help tally the votes!" Zhang Shan waved his hand and said.
"Li Xiaobao...."
"Li Xiaobao...."
"Li Xiaobao...."
......
Listening to Zhang Spirit repeatedly calling out Li Xiaobao's name, Niu Dazhuang thought to himself, Just as expected, Zhang Shan was right. Whoever can lead the villagers to make money, the villagers will follow.
The vote count carried on until noon, and the final result was that out of one thousand eight hundred ninety-three villagers, one thousand six hundred were eligible to vote, and Li Xiaobao was elected Village Chief with one thousand five hundred fifty-one votes.
Li Xiaobao looked at the somewhat headache-inducing election results and felt helpless. It seemed that whether he wanted to be the Village Chief or not, he would have to be one.
"Xiaobao, come up and say a few words!"