Flat ticket? This can stump the big guys, and I'm afraid it's the same result if I choose it again, what's more, no one wants to choose again, and now the result is that even if I don't win, I haven't lost, and if I choose again, what if someone runs the ticket?

Cheng Guang has been president for so many years, and he also has a lot of minions, and as for Sang Yu, it is not unusual to get so many votes.

Newborn calves can be on an equal footing with tigers, and the people present ask themselves that even if they choose, they may not be able to have the result of Sang Yu.

But you have to elect a president by a tie vote.

Old man Yu stroked his beard and began to lean on the old and sell the old again, "Everyone, let me say a word, it's not that I'm biased, Cheng Jiaxian's nephew has been doing it for so many years, he has been conscientious, and he has done a lot of things for everyone, and he is not very old, since the ticket is equal, he should be allowed to continue to do it, what do you say?" ”

Those who didn't choose Cheng Guang didn't think so in their hearts, they didn't do much work, but they didn't swallow less money, they weren't too old or young, and why didn't they let newcomers come when they got a flat ticket?

But this is said to offend people, what if Cheng Guang is elected president in the end, and now he is talking to Sang Yu, so isn't he waiting to be put in small shoes by him at that time?

Old man Yu's suggestion was also half agreed, half silent, so that things would be difficult to do.

Cheng Guang can't say anything, he can't lie and say that I am going to be the president, Sang Yu is not in a hurry, anyway, they don't want to be embarrassed by the people on their side.

"It's better to ......"

"Wait!"

Vice President Qian originally had a more pertinent suggestion, but as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted.

The person who interrupted him was none other than Cheng Ziliang.

Cheng Ziliang's face is like a blank piece of paper, and he can only stand with the support of the little guy around him, just so immovable, which also gives people a feeling of crumbling and passing out at any time.

I haven't seen her for a long time, Sang Yu looked at Cheng Ziliang with a very complicated mood, but Cheng Ziliang didn't look at her, and first coughed violently.

Sang Yu's afterglow glimpsed, blood stained his veil, he originally said that he still had half a year to live, but looking at him like this, I am afraid that it will be a matter of these two days.

What had happened to him for so many days?

Sadness is accompanied by distress, but they are destined to be people who can't be friends, Sang Yu restrained the softness in his heart, and tried to calm down, just like looking at an ordinary person, looking at him.

"Ziliang, you're not in good health, why did you come here?" Cheng Guang asked worriedly.

Cheng Ziliang sat down with the help of Changen, except for wheezing, coughing, from the moment he appeared, everyone looked at him with heart, "If I don't come, how can the president of this chamber of commerce be elected?" ”

"What do you mean by that?" Old man Yu asked.

cough cough cough cough ......

Chang En patted Cheng Ziliang on the back and said for him: "The shop under the name of my young master also joined the Chamber of Commerce early this morning, so my young master also has a vote in his hand." ”

Old man Yu is not Cheng Guang, looking at Cheng Ziliang like this, he didn't feel distressed or pity, he just blindly became happy, "Okay, okay, I won't tie the ticket now." ”

Although he said that, he felt that Cheng Guang had won this time.

Cheng Guang looked at his son, "Ziliang, you better go back early later, huh?" ”

Cheng Ziliang smiled and didn't speak, the young man had already come to Cheng Ziliang with the ballot and pen and ink.

Sang Yu smiled bitterly and said nothing.

Cheng Ziliang, sure enough, appeared at the most critical moment.

She also felt that it was certain that she would lose.

It's just that even if you lose, you have to lose, and you can't make people laugh.

Cheng Ziliang waved his hand, "I don't have to write, I can't write." ”

"Yes, yes, Ziliang's situation is special, then you can say it, no one will blame you anyway." Old man Yu instigated, anyway, his son and his father are standing together, it is a matter of course, is it possible that he can still help an outsider?

Father and son soldiers, it was a tough battle, but fortunately they won.

Just when Old Man Yu and the others were about to cheer, Cheng Ziliang said in a weak voice: "I choose Sang Yu!" ”

"What?"

Everyone present was surprised, but this time, it was Cheng Guang who was not surprised, he didn't know this son, but he rarely knew him so well in this matter.

"Ziliang, are you crazy?" Old man Yu asked.

He couldn't accept this result, "You don't choose your father, choose an outsider, are you confused?" ”

Sang Yu was also surprised, she was ready to lose, but Cheng Ziliang surprised her again as he did when he appeared.

Why did he choose himself?

At this time, Cheng Ziliang was willing to look up at Sang Yu, with guilt in his eyes, indescribable affection, and some complex expressions that were difficult to read.

"I'm not crazy, I choose Sang Yu, only she has this qualification."

"Cheng Ziliang......" Sang Yu looked at him fixedly, not knowing what to say, just calling his name softly.

Cheng Ziliang coughed violently again, and the blood couldn't be wiped clean this time, Cheng Guang couldn't patronize it and was about to rush over, but Cheng Ziliang stretched out his hand to stop him from approaching, "Sang Yu, although I said that there is no Liang Zicheng in this world, but my happiest time is Liang Zicheng, hiding it from you...... I'm guilty, but if I had a choice, I'd rather be born in an ordinary family......"

"Zicheng ......" Sang Yu stepped forward, she held his wrist, a trace of despair flashed in her eyes, "Silver needle, silver needle...... Go and get my silver pin. ”

Today she came to elect the president, and she didn't fight, and she didn't bring a silver needle.

Providence is so, when she needs to use it, the things are not at hand.

"Sang Yu, if you are willing to call my name, does it mean that you don't blame me?" Cheng Ziliang pulled out the kindest smile and looked at Sang Yu.

Sang Yu nodded, "The position is different, I have never blamed you, shopping malls are like battlefields, and they also need to be gamed, you are still the kind Zicheng in my heart, and I drink and talk happily, and enjoy the moon late at night." ”

"If you say so, I will be content, and the next life, the next life......"

What about the afterlife, Cheng Ziliang didn't say anything, and a tear from the corner of Sang Yu's eye hit his face, fainting the blood, and then intertwined.

From his appearance to his death, it was only two quarters of an hour.

Cheng Guang exclaimed, "Ziliang! O my son! ”

Sang Yu was pushed away, but she didn't say anything, she looked at the man with her eyes closed, tears silently flowing in her heart.

He is still the same Liang Zicheng after all.

In his ears was Cheng Guang's shout, and he was really sad, and he was full of tears.

"Ziliang, Ziliang......" Cheng Guang shouted.

"Zicheng, Zicheng......" Sang Yu shouted inwardly.