Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2844 A Decisive Victory
The video has garnered 2.3 million views on Facebook. In the comments section, an oil pipeline welder left a message:

“My son always says he wants to be an engineer, maybe new energy can really give him that opportunity.”

But this was followed by an even fiercer backlash from the media, with right-wing outlets collectively attacking the Future Progressive Party for deceiving the public with false propaganda and even fabricating rumors that Tom was an actor.

The turning point came during an unexpected strike.

A California gas company's attempt to cut costs by forcibly extending workers' weekly hours from 40 to 60 hours sparked large-scale protests.

Ye Feng immediately led his team to the scene. When he received the petition from the old worker's trembling hand, the camera captured this historic moment.

"The Progressive Party will push for the Working Hours Protection Act!" he promised the camera. "We want every worker to be able to live a decent life!"

This promise, like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirred up a thousand waves.

Construction workers, retail store clerks, and delivery drivers—long-neglected groups—are beginning to pay attention to this emerging political party.

Political parties' official accounts receive tens of thousands of emails every day, with some sharing their struggles, others offering campaign strategies, and still others sending homemade campaign badges.

At a grassroots gathering, a gray-haired auto mechanic gripped Ye Feng's hand tightly:
“My son got into a new energy major, but I’m afraid the factory will go bankrupt before he graduates.”

Ye Feng announced on the spot that he would launch the "Two Generations Plan" to provide short-term training for workers in traditional industries while providing scholarships for their children in the field of new energy.

The plan quickly made headlines across major media outlets, and its approval rating soared like a rocket.

Traditional energy groups finally couldn't sit still any longer. They joined forces with established political parties to introduce a bill demanding stricter censorship of social media platforms, directly targeting Brother News and Facebook.

On the day of the congressional debate, Ye Feng appeared as a witness. He did not bring any prepared remarks, but instead presented real-time data…

37% of households across the United States have seen their monthly electricity bills decrease by 42% due to the use of Warrior New Energy's energy storage devices.

"Behind these numbers are millions of ordinary families." Ye Feng's voice echoed in the empty Capitol Hall.

“When we talk about energy transition, we’re talking about whether mothers can save money to buy their children new shoes, and whether fathers can stop risking their lives going down into the mines. This isn’t a multiple-choice question; it’s a mandatory one.”

After the meeting, a Republican senator privately approached Ye Feng:
“My hometown is also a major coal-producing prefecture, but perhaps we really should change our approach.”

This statement made Ye Feng realize that this struggle was quietly changing the political landscape.

On election day, long lines formed outside polling stations.

In Detroit's Motor City, at Houston's oil terminals, and in Los Angeles' slums, people cast their votes for this party, which had been established for less than six months.

When the vote count showed that the Future Progressive Party had won 27 seats in Congress, traditional energy stocks on the New York Stock Exchange plummeted, while the new energy sector saw an unprecedented surge.

Late at night, Ye Yuze and Ye Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the headquarters building, overlooking the brightly lit city.

"This is just the beginning."

The father patted his son on the shoulder. In the distance, several newly built wind turbines turned slowly in the night wind, their blades cutting through the moonlight like the rings of a new era.

As the morning sun pierced through the clouds, it cast golden rays upon the glass facade of Manhattan.

Ye Feng, who hadn't slept all night, rubbed his throbbing temples as his phone vibrated incessantly on his desk—congratulatory emails and collaboration invitations from all over the world were flooding in.

However, an anonymous text message that suddenly popped up on the screen made his pupils shrink slightly: "Beware of the Shadow Cabinet."

When Ye Feng pushed open the conference room door, several high-ranking party officials were sitting around an oval conference table, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Chen Mo, the second-in-command of the Party, slammed a stack of documents onto the table; the edges of the papers were jagged, clearly indicating they had been violently torn.
"Mr. Ye, this morning some media outlets suddenly reported that our photovoltaic project in Mexico is involved in a land dispute, and so-called 'village representatives' even cried in front of the camera, claiming they were being forcibly relocated!"

The projection screen lit up, showing an elderly man with tears streaming down his face holding up a crumpled letter and making accusations against a dusty construction site in the background.

But Ye Feng noticed that the old man's brand-new designer sneakers were out of place in the muddy environment of the construction site, and the faintly visible "ExxonMobil" construction vehicle logo in the distance made him clench his fists.

"This is a frame-up!"

Ye Feng slid the tablet computer toward the crowd, where a satellite map clearly marked the safe distance between the project site and the villagers' residential area.

"Someone used AI face-swapping technology to forge these images; the source of funding..."

He pulled up the bank statements, and a series of cryptocurrency transactions ultimately pointed to an account in the Cayman Islands:

"The funding channels are highly similar to those used in the previous Houston arson case."

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. The young assistant rushed in, clutching files.
"Mr. Ye, the Ministry of Energy has suddenly announced that it will conduct compliance reviews on all new energy companies, with a focus on our energy storage technology patents!"

Ye Feng and Chen Mo exchanged a glance, both seeing wariness in each other's eyes—this was an attempt to strangle the economic lifeline of the "Future Progressive Party" on a technological level.

At a secret seminar at a Washington think tank, Ye Feng met the Republican senator with whom he had previously made private overtures.

The other person pushed a glass of whiskey towards us, the ice cubes clinking crisply at the bottom of the glass.

"Traditional forces have formed an 'energy security alliance,' and they are not only going to block your bill in Congress, but also preparing to recruit members of their own party."

As he spoke, he pulled out a list, which prominently featured the names of several newly elected councilors.

Upon returning to New York, Ye Feng immediately launched "Project Spark." He led his team deep into the Rust Belt, where they built a temporary training center in an abandoned steel mill.

When the camera focused on the middle-aged female worker, her face covered in grease, operating the hydrogen-powered forklift, her calloused hands touched the equipment's exterior:

"I thought I would only be able to tighten screws on an assembly line for the rest of my life, but I never thought I would be able to learn how to operate such an advanced machine."

This video triggered a chain reaction. Labor unions began actively contacting the Future Progressive Party, and truck drivers and port workers alike requested to join the new energy transition training program.

But undercurrents were also brewing – the training center received a series of threatening letters, the parking lot equipment was vandalized, and some trainees were even followed by unidentified individuals on their way home from get off work.

At the first party caucus meeting after the election victory, internal party conflicts erupted completely.

Lawmakers advocating a moderate approach called for reconciliation with traditional energy groups, while radicals insisted on a complete ban on fossil fuels.

Ye Feng stood at the head of the conference table, with public comments scrolling in real time on the electronic screen behind him:

"Mr. Ye, my daughter has developed asthma because of the smog. Please help us!" "We're not here to make political compromises!"

Ye Feng slammed his hand on the table, causing the water in the glass to splash out.

“Look at these numbers—the number of people who died from air pollution last year exceeded the total number of deaths from car accidents! While we're debating whether to compromise, how many children are struggling in infusion rooms?”

He pulled up the latest poll data, showing that 78% of young people listed environmental protection as their primary election factor:

"The wheels of time will not stop because of the obstruction of vested interests."

Just then, an urgent phone call interrupted the meeting.

A nuclear power plant on the west coast experienced a sudden cooling system malfunction, creating a critical situation. Ye Feng immediately led a team of experts to the scene. When he stepped into the core control room wearing protective clothing, the pungent smell of radiation was suffocating.

After 36 hours of continuous emergency repairs, the crisis was finally averted. However, this incident became a turning point in public opinion—the public began to realize the enormous risks associated with traditional energy sources.

The Future Progressive Party quickly introduced the National Energy Security Act, proposing the establishment of a nationwide emergency reserve system for new energy sources.

On the day the bill was deliberated, tens of thousands of supporters gathered outside the Capitol, holding signs that read "We want blue skies, not pollution," while drones spelled out a clean energy pattern in the air.

Late at night, Ye Feng stood alone in his office, looking at the flashing neon lights outside the window.

My phone vibrated; it was a video from my son—the newly installed solar panels on our roof gleamed silver in the moonlight.

Suddenly, a dark shadow was reflected in the glass curtain wall. Ye Feng turned around sharply, but only saw the open office door swaying in the night wind.

He clutched the anonymous letter in his pocket, realizing that this battle was far from over.
The wind whipped up a drizzle that pattered against the bulletproof glass of the headquarters building. Ye Feng's gaze darted back and forth between the anonymous letter on his desk and the wind and rain outside the window.

The scorch marks on the edges of the letter still carried a pungent sulfur smell, and the hastily written characters blurred in the damp air:
"Beware of the mole within; your every step is being monitored."

A piercing alarm suddenly tore through the air, and the entire building was enveloped in red emergency lights.

The security supervisor's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "President Ye! The data center has been attacked by quantum encryption, and all campaign strategy documents are being forcibly deleted!"

When Ye Feng rushed into the server room, the technical supervisor was frantically typing on the keyboard, and the code on the screen poured out like a waterfall, but he could not stop the data from leaking out.

"The attack originated from an internal server!"

The technician's forehead was covered in cold sweat. "Someone has gained root access!"

Ye Feng's gaze swept over the employees in the server room, each with a different expression, and he suddenly remembered that three days ago, Chen Mo had unusually inquired about the server maintenance process.

He took out his phone and found that his call history with Chen Mo had been automatically deleted ten minutes earlier.

Just then, my phone vibrated, and a multimedia message from an unknown number appeared on my screen—it was a secretly taken photo.

Chen Mo was having a private meeting with representatives of the Energy Security Alliance at a private club when, amidst the clinking of glasses, the other party pushed a heavy briefcase towards him.

Ye Feng zoomed in on the photo and discovered that half of the "Future Progressive Party's" draft energy policy, which had not yet been made public, was sticking out of the inner pocket of Chen Mo's suit.

"Activate Plan B immediately."

Ye Feng gave instructions into the walkie-talkie, then turned and walked towards the dark room. Inside was a separate, encrypted system, storing crucial evidence enough to bring down traditional energy groups—

Audio recordings obtained through dark web transactions clearly document conversations in which energy giants manipulate public opinion and bribe officials.

However, when he opened the safe, a cold sweat instantly soaked his back—the hard drive was gone, leaving only a note:
Do you think you can defeat capital with ideals alone?

Ye Feng crumpled the note, suddenly remembering his father's words: "The real battlefield is not under the spotlight, but in the unseen shadows."

The following day, Ye Feng appeared before the media with brand-new campaign advertisements.

The camera no longer focuses on grand policy plans, but rather on an ordinary family:
The mother coughed in the dimly lit kitchen, her young daughter did her homework wearing a dust mask, and outside the window, thick smoke billowed from the oil refinery.

"This is the war we are losing."

Ye Feng's voice was deep and firm, "But now, a group of people are secretly shifting the battlefield."

The scene shifts to a warehouse late at night, where masked men are moving boxes bearing the "ExxonMobil" logo. Infrared cameras record the entire process of them dumping black powder into a river.

"We have irrefutable evidence of their illegal discharge of pollutants."

Ye Feng held up a stack of evidence, “and,” he paused abruptly, looking directly at the camera, “records of certain party members transferring benefits to them.”

This advertisement was like a bombshell, instantly causing a social media frenzy. The Energy Security Alliance held an emergency meeting overnight, unaware that their meeting room had already been fitted with miniature cameras.

When Ye Feng played the meeting recording during the live broadcast, an oil tycoon roared in the video: "Make Ye Feng disappear at all costs!"

The crisis erupted at the party meeting. Chen Mo suddenly stood up, waving a forged financial statement in his hand: "Ye Feng misappropriated campaign funds! He's the traitor!"

Before the words were even finished, the conference room door was kicked open, and FBI agents presented a search warrant:
"Mr. Chen Mo, you are suspected of multiple economic crimes. Please come with us."

In the chaos, Ye Feng's phone vibrated again. This time it was a message from his father:
"Go to the oil town in Texas, where you'll find the final piece of the puzzle you need."

When he arrived, an elderly man with white hair was sitting in the dilapidated shed. The man tremblingly handed him a diary.

The diary records the secrets of an energy company illegally dumping nuclear waste thirty years ago, and the signature at the end of the diary is strikingly similar to the handwriting of a core member of the Energy Security Alliance.

With election day approaching, Ye Feng took to the national stage with this irrefutable evidence.

Below the stage, protesters hired by traditional energy companies attempted to disrupt order but were blocked by a group of workers who had spontaneously arrived.

“They blinded you with lies and corrupted your lives with money,” Ye Feng said, holding up his diary. “But now, it’s time to let the truth illuminate the darkness!”

The moment the vote count was announced, the Future Progressive Party won seats in every state with an overwhelming majority, and could now wield considerable influence in the House of Representatives.

At the celebration party, standing under the night sky ablaze with fireworks, Ye Feng received an anonymous phone call:
"Don't let your guard down, the shadow government's tentacles are longer than you think."

He gazed at the newly built smart grid in the distance and smiled in response: "Then let them see that the true dawn will never be swallowed by darkness."

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