"Really?" Jun Xiaoyan raised his unruly chin and stared at the party representative of Nanyunzhou, as if smiling.

What he wanted was an absolute answer.

"That's right! This vote, Nanyun Prefecture will definitely not vote for Nan Duyuan! The party representative of Nanyun Prefecture swore and patted the shoulder of the party whip, a guarantee of 120,000 points.

The waiter brought champagne to the party representative.

"Okay, I got it." The corners of Jun Xiaoyan's lips were blurred, and he clinked glasses with the party representative of Nanyunzhou, and drank a sip of champagne in high spirits.

Beside Jun Xiaoyan, another state representative also raised champagne and shouted in the lounge to make the final mobilization before the election.

"Lord Party Whip, our southern states that support you, for you to take the lead, today's national party congress party election, he will definitely return with a big defeat!"

After he finished speaking, the other state representatives who supported Jun Xiaoyan also raised the champagne in their hands and swore their support for Jun Xiaoyan as if they were congratulating.

"The whip will win!"

"The whip is bound to win next year's election and become the 49th president of the Far East!"

Of course, Jun Xiaoyan thought to himself, and took a sip of champagne with his thin lips.

As long as the votes of the five southern states do not vote for Nan Duyuan, then he Jun Xiaoyan will already have the victory, and there is no presidential candidate comparable to him on the side of the Communist Party, and he [Lord of the Corpse Forest] Jun Xiaoyan will become the next president, just around the corner.

The man's beautiful phoenix eyes were soaked in boundless black, and the black light brewed an invisible storm.

It has taken a full 21 years to get to this day, and it is not easy to go from being an unsightly ghost man who wears a mask of [Corpse Tree Lord] all day long, to a politician who can now stand in front of the sun and the three-color national flag and take an oath.

What a miraculous reincarnation of fate.

Only those who have experienced it understand the meaning of reincarnation.

No one knows what he's been through, even if it's Min Huixian, last night was just close to the truth.

Min Huixian is only the tip of the iceberg of all his sins.

The huge black ice was still buried deep in the darkness, and no one knew about it, and even Yan Zhongzhe, the guy who saw him crawl out of the grave with his own eyes, never really understood his true face.

At this moment, the people around him were clapping so beautifully.

It feels good that a group of state representatives, countless staff officials, are all around him, compared to the 21 years of shadowy masked life.

As long as he becomes the president of the Far East, he will no longer need the skull mask of the [Corpse Forest Lord], and the history will be written by him.

"Lord Whip, the Party Congress will be held in ten minutes, please prepare for it with everyone."

A beautiful female receptionist knocked on the door and came in to report, staring at Jun Xiaoyan with autumn water in her eyes.

Jun Xiaoyan's staff stepped forward to do the final finishing work for the man and prepared to enter.

A new beginning of a milestone is about to begin.

Pushing open the door of the Congress Hall, a political stage of the heyday was in front of you, and dozens of people surrounded this charming man and walked into the huge Congress Hall.

All the delegates who had already arrived stood up, applauded Jun Xiaoyan, and stepped forward to shake hands with him.

The man walked to the rostrum step by step, on the high rostrum, flanked by huge floor-to-ceiling screens, and later the big screen will transmit satellite images synchronously in real time.

In the entire 52 states of the Far East, the leaders of the Socialist Party in each state assembly, together with the 52 state deputies present at the meeting, will reveal who each state voted for by the party candidate.