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On the second day after the opening ceremony, the training class for young and middle-aged cadres ushered in its first "main event".

— Running for class committee.

This is not the kind of small-scale student council election you see in universities.

In places like provincial party schools, the position of class committee member, especially the "class leader," is extremely valuable.

It not only means that you will be the temporary leader of these fifty "elites" for the next three months, but more importantly, it is an excellent stage to showcase your organizational skills and personal charm in front of the provincial leaders.

Being elected as a class monitor is like securing a VIP seat on the fast track to "deputy director-general level".

Therefore, this seemingly "democratic" election was actually rife with undercurrents from the very first day of school.

……

"Hey bro, you better watch out for the class committee elections tonight."

At lunchtime, Zhang Dapao, carrying his tray, approached Liu Ming and whispered mysteriously.

"I've heard that Zhao Ruilong really went to great lengths to get this class monitor position!"

"Oh?" Liu Ming raised an eyebrow, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth. "What's the big spender?"

"He's treating everyone to dinner and giving gifts to garner votes, right?" Zhang Dapao curled his lip, looking disdainful. "Last night, he booked the most famous 'Jiangnan Club' in the provincial capital and invited more than half of the class! I heard that just one bottle of red wine cost over ten thousand! Before leaving, he also gave everyone an anonymous shopping card with a face value of... fifty thousand!"

"Such a big gesture?" Liu Ming laughed.

"That's right!" Zhang Dapao sighed. "He's the eldest son of the Zhao family in Beijing; his family is rolling in money. What do we, who worked our way up through hard labor, have to compare to him?"

"Moreover, I heard that he has already spoken to Principal Han, the homeroom teacher, in private. He's basically already decided to be the class monitor this time. We're just here to make up the numbers."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ming simply smiled and remained silent.

He really wasn't interested in this so-called "class monitor".

He came to the Party School to learn, to enhance his resume, and to build his network of connections.

As for being a "king of the kids" and managing this group of "classmates" who are all smarter than monkeys, he finds it too troublesome.

……

7 p.m., in the lecture hall.

The election has officially begun.

The process is very simple.

Volunteers volunteered to give speeches on stage, and then fifty students voted anonymously.

The previous candidates for study committee member and life committee member were all unsuccessful.

Everyone knows in their hearts that those are just "consolation prizes".

The real highlight was the last one—the class monitor.

"Now, would any student be willing to volunteer to be the class monitor of our Class One of Young and Middle-aged Cadres?"

"The homeroom teacher, Han Zhengyang, asked with a smile."

The voice just fell.

Zhao Ruilong stood up from his seat with a "whoosh".

He had specially changed into a dark suit today, which made him look more composed, and he had put away his usual arrogance, wearing a perfectly humble smile instead.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to the surroundings, his posture resembling that of a young swordsman in a martial arts novel vying for the title of leader of the martial arts alliance.

"Dear teachers and students, I, Zhao Ruilong, am willing to contribute my modest efforts to our group!"

A burst of extremely enthusiastic applause immediately erupted from the audience.

Those students, especially those who had just enjoyed his "Jiangnan Club" feast the night before, were more enthusiastic than anyone else.

Zhao Ruilong walked confidently onto the podium.

He didn't read from a prepared script, which clearly meant he was prepared beforehand.

He began by citing classical texts, discussing the importance of "class building" and the cultivation of "collective honor."

Then, at just the right moment, he revealed his connections and background within the Provincial Development and Reform Commission.

The implication is that if he becomes class monitor, he can use his resources to provide various "favors" for the students present in their future work.

These words were perfectly worded, combining both insightful perspectives with practical benefits.

He drew a picture of a pie in the sky, making it incredibly big and round.

"...Therefore, I promise! If I am elected class monitor, I will definitely live up to everyone's trust! I will build our Class One of Young and Middle-aged Cadres into the most united, the most outstanding, and also the most... promising class in the history of the Provincial Party School!"

Thank you everyone!

"Whoosh—!!!"

The applause was ten times louder than before!

Some people even started instigating trouble!

"I support Director Zhao!"

"You're the only one for this job, Brother Long!"

Zhao Ruilong stood on the podium, basking in the cheers and adoration that felt like a king's coronation, a confident smile spreading across his face.

He knew that the class monitor position was already his for the taking.

"Excellent! Comrade Zhao Ruilong's speech was brilliant!"

Han Zhengyang nodded in satisfaction.

Then, as was his customary practice, he looked around the room and asked one last question:

"Are there any other students who want to try it?"

Everyone shook their heads.

joke.

Zhao Ruilong, with his lavish hospitality and gifts, has such a powerful background.

Who would be so blind as to argue with him?

That's not an election, that's suicide.

"Since we don't have it, then we'll..."

Just as Han Zhengyang was about to announce the results.

A bland, even slightly lazy voice rang out from the corner.

"I'll give it a try."

Swish!

All eyes instantly focused on the young figure who was slowly getting up!

—Liu Ming!

Everyone was stunned!

What...what does he want to do?

He actually dared to challenge Zhao Ruilong in public?

Zhang Dapao was so anxious that he kept tugging at his clothes from below!

"Dude! Are you crazy? Don't be impulsive!"

The smile on Zhao Ruilong's face froze instantly!

He looked at Liu Ming, who was walking step by step toward the podium, and his eyes instantly turned icy cold!

He didn't expect that!

This guy, whom he despised the most, a local "country bumpkin," actually dared to slap him in the face in front of everyone!

"it is good."

"very good."

Zhao Ruilong, instead of being angry, laughed.

Instead of stepping down from the stage, he stood with his arms crossed to one side of the platform, looking down at Liu Ming with a gaze full of mockery and...provocation.

He'd like to see that!

What kind of nonsense can this penniless boy, who has nothing but the so-called "Lin family" background, possibly spout?

Liu Ming ignored him.

He simply walked up to the podium, looked at the bewildered and confused faces below, and smiled.

The smile remained unchanged, calm and serene.

It was as if he was not participating in a power struggle filled with gunpowder.

It was just an insignificant class activity.

He didn't want to fight.

But the other person's provocative gaze made him change his mind.

He, Liu Ming, is least afraid of provocation in his life.