At around 8:10 in the morning, members of the Coders Association in front of the TEDA Conference Center all began to enter the venue holding their credentials.
On both sides of the street near the conference center, the Longkou District Police Department and the Longcheng City Terrorist Squad dispatched a total of forty to fifty vehicles and hundreds of police officers to monitor the surrounding area.
At the same time, near the Longcheng Military Defense Hall, less than three kilometers away from the conference center, there were rows of military vehicles parked. They were the troops transferred in by the garrison headquarters to inspect the city's defense system.
Today's scene is very similar to the grand occasion of the election of governors of autonomous prefectures in a region before the beginning of the era. It is full of absurdity and rationality.
Freedom! Then you have to give full respect to the association. From this perspective, today's scene is reasonable. But it is ironic and absurd that the government department dispatched so many people to maintain order for a local association, so... this scene is somewhat contradictory.
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The backyard of the conference center.
Seven or eight military vehicles stopped, and Zhang Ming and his men got off.
"The plainclothes men will follow you in." A company commander of Tan Hengqiang's guard regiment said softly to Zhang Ming, "Don't be nervous, our people are waiting at the back door."
"Okay!" Zhang Ming nodded.
After the two men finished communicating, fifteen soldiers in plain clothes followed Zhang Ming and other senior officials and entered the venue through a special passage.
A few minutes later, Zhang Ming stood behind the stage, glanced down at his watch, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a little nervousness.
at the same time.
Inside the municipal building, Li Mingsheng held the phone in his right hand, put his left hand on his waist and shouted, "Don't talk nonsense to me! If the situation really gets out of control and Tan Hengqiang plays dirty, then you must absolutely support me. It's definitely not okay to smooth things over!"
"I know… !"
"If things show signs of getting out of control, you must call Tan Hengqiang directly. Can you do it?" Lao Li pressed.
Ouyang Zhen thought for a while: "Let's see how the situation develops before making a decision. Don't be impatient..."
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In the morning, 8:25.
Inside the TEDA Conference Center, the host of the Coders Association took the microphone and said solemnly, "Everyone, please be quiet. The meeting will begin soon. Now, please invite our current president, Mr. Zhang Ming, to come on stage and speak!"
“Pah, pah, pah!”
The venue, which could accommodate 3,000 people, immediately erupted in applause. The room was spacious and crowded, so even if only 200 people took the lead in cheering and applauding, it would still be a big noise.
After the venue quieted down, Zhang Ming walked from behind the scenes to the front stage and waved to everyone with a smile on his face.
At this moment, on the podium of the venue, there is a rectangular transparent box that is one and a half meters high and one meter in diameter. This is the voting box for the referendum, and the paper ballots of everyone present will be placed here in person.
There are twenty seats on the podium, which are the seats for the members of the Presbyterian Church, and the first row below the stage is the seats for the sixteen district presidents of the Coders Association, and further back are the seats for ordinary members.
Zhang Ming strode to the podium, stood behind the microphone, and said calmly: "Actually, I don't really want to give a speech on stage, because no president is broad-minded enough to recite lines incessantly at his own recall meeting."
"Ha ha!"
There were bursts of laughter from the audience.
"Well, I don't have much to say. Now that things have come to this, some people think I did a good job, and some people think I let the Coders Association down. Since the controversy exists objectively, let's let the voting results speak for themselves." Zhang Ming was very generous: "If I step down today, I wish the Coders Association to get better and better, and I also wish a long life to the candidate who can make long-term friends with the person who killed his master! You are awesome, you are amazing, and you have a high vision!"
Zhang Ming's last sentence was obviously directed at Wei Xiangzuo in the audience. Everyone knew what he meant, so some people laughed knowingly.
Wei Xiangzuo sat in the audience, looking at Zhang Ming coldly without saying a word.
"Okay, that's it. I'm going to step off the stage. Let's get started!" Zhang Ming waved his hand, walked down the stairs on the side of the stage, and sat down in the center of the first row.
After a brief speech, the host came on stage again: "Let me tell you the rules of this referendum! When the meeting starts, our staff will distribute secret ballots to everyone. There are two options on it: the first is whether you agree to remove President Zhang Ming. If you agree, put a check mark, and if you disagree, put an X. The second is the ballot for the new president. Simply put, write down the name of the person you support in the ballot. The candidates are the 16 district and branch presidents. If there is no candidate you support among these people, then do not fill it in and it will be considered an abstention. According to the internal election rules of the Coders Association, the president can be removed if more than half of the votes are cast. The candidate with the highest number of votes and more than one-third of the total votes will be elected as the new president."
“Pah!”
There was sparse applause from the audience.
The host turned his head and glanced at the elders. After getting their approval, he immediately shouted, "Please ask the staff to distribute the ballots. After everyone has filled them out, they must line up at the stairs on both sides and vote openly and fairly! During the entire voting process, the ballots must not leave the public's sight. After everyone has voted, the elders will count the votes in public!"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of staff members carrying voting slips on trays walked from behind the scenes to the center of the venue.
Zhang Ming was sitting in the middle of the first row. He turned his head and looked at Wei Xiangzuo and shouted, "Are you sure?"
Wei Xiangzuo ignored him and just chatted quietly with the person next to him.
At the same time, in the projection room on the second floor, Guo Zhengdao called three men and took out two sniper rifles from two huge black boxes.
"Wait a moment, set up your gun from the projection port!" Guo Zhengdao whispered, "Wait for my order!"
"clear!"
The three of them nodded.
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Outside the venue.
Tan Mingchao was sitting in a military vehicle, eating a sandwich and drinking milk, and asked, "Is there any movement at the police station?"
"Not yet." The officer in the co-pilot's seat replied softly, "But I heard that Lao Li went to work early in the morning and entered the meeting room and has not come out since."
"He must be watching the live broadcast too." Tan Mingchao replied indifferently.
"Hey, sir, I heard that Anze Cheng is not coming back today. You said he...!"
"Lao An left Longcheng to avoid trouble." Tan Mingchao replied calmly, "He didn't want to get involved in these messes, so he ran away early."
"Haha, Lao An can still understand the situation."
"I'm old now, I don't have the energy anymore, all I have left is the so-called political wisdom!" Tan Mingchao commented softly, "Let's wait for the results."