My Prime Minister is so cute

Having said that, Bird couldn't help himself and took a light bite on the delicate neck.

!!!

Avril felt as if her neck had been electrocuted. The part of her neck that was touched by Bird's lips felt numb and itchy, and the feeling quickly spread to her entire body. Suddenly, she felt so numb that she couldn't use any strength, let alone push Bird away. She could only be held in his arms like this.

If something were done to her at this time, she might not have the strength to resist.

Fortunately, Bird just kept holding it like that, without making any other movements or taking another bite.

They hugged each other peacefully for quite a while.

Bird's strong urge to eat the kitten gradually subsided. He slowly let go of Avril and said with lingering fear, "That's terrible, Lord. Your maid outfit is so popular with the people that it's sure to cause a riot..."

If there wasn't a perverted muscle maid with a nosebleed next to me, and I was in the bedroom where no one could disturb me, I might have been so cute as to eat the kitten...

"So, Bird, am I going to wear this to my speech later?"

Avril blushed, her earlobes pink, and asked shyly, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? I'm so shy."

"Speech? What speech?" Bird's blood was not flowing at this moment, and he was a little unresponsive. "My Lord, what are you talking about? How can you wear this kind of clothes to give a speech..."

"Hmm? Bird, what did you say?"

Avril frowned, realizing something was amiss. "Didn't you say that wearing a maid outfit would improve my popularity and be a show? So what do you mean by saying it's impossible to wear now?"

"Forehead......."

Bird realized that he seemed to have let something slip, and cold sweat began to drip down his face.

"Come to think of it, I felt something was amiss just now," Avril murmured. "Why, Bird, do you know my clothing size? Why did Mary appear the moment I shouted 'I can't get dressed'? This is just too much of a coincidence, isn't it?"

"........"

Mary, who was wiping the blood from her nose, froze and had a bad premonition in her heart.

"Could it be that, in fact," Avril's eyes gradually became sharper, "Bird, you and Mary had discussed this beforehand and tricked me into wearing a maid outfit, right?"

Chapter 54: Tycoon-style Campaign

The election of district mayors is held in November every year, and the confirmation of candidates is in October.

During this one-month period, each candidate will try his best to canvass for votes, distributing leaflets on the streets, giving speeches on the streets, and publishing advertisements in newspapers to promote his or her governing philosophy.

Avril's schedule is naturally full.

"So," Sarah said, her face flushed as she glanced at Avril who was giving a speech, "you pervert, you actually let Avril give a speech in a maid outfit???"

“It wasn’t originally.”

Bird said with a headache, "But there was a little accident... Anyway, this isn't a bad idea. Look, it's quite popular."

Ever since I changed into a maid outfit.

Avril's speeches were originally packed with people because of the gifts she gave out, but now almost every one of them is sold out, with everyone vying to see this lovely little maid.

"But those guys are just like you, a pervert. They're obviously only interested in maid costumes!"

Sarah retorted.

"Don't be silly. Do you think the public is interested in other people's governing philosophies?" Bird shrugged. "They all say one thing and do another anyway. Didn't Bobby, during his campaign, vow to maintain the living environment, but didn't he push forward with the construction of the factory anyway?"

"Since it doesn't matter who we choose, why not choose a cute district chief? It's also pleasing to the eyes."

"Hmph, you're just a pervert who can only quibble." Sarah didn't know how to refute her for a moment, so she said, "Anyway, I don't care whether Avril can be elected as district mayor or not. As long as the pan-magic organization has sufficient funding, that's all that matters."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Bird smiled. "Don't worry, we're making a lot of money right now, so don't worry about that. You know, we've been spending a lot of money just on newspaper ads and flyers these days."

Relying on the funds obtained from the sale of improved wind turbines, the Nader family is now considered financially strong in this area.

So when it comes to the election, he is a real tycoon.

I filled up all the local newspaper ads for this month, and every day I could see Avril's wise words on a special page (although they were all written by Bird).

The workers in the factory also enjoy full benefits and receive double wages that month.

Everyone who came to listen to the speech was given eggs and bread.

These big moves far exceed those of other district mayor candidates, and have made Avril's presence felt fully.

But money alone is not enough to win an election.

In her previous life, Hillary Clinton had $1.5 million in campaign funds, more than twice that of the accordion artist, but she still lost in the end; a certain New York City mayor, who was worth tens of billions and was re-elected three times by spending money, was so rich that he directly chartered TV stations to broadcast his campaign ads around the clock, but he didn't even make it through the primary election when he ran for president.

Of course, perhaps this also has something to do with his slogan "Kill ○Pu".

All in all, although Avril's campaign was in full swing, the other candidates didn't have much emotional fluctuation except cursing her in their hearts as "damn rich guy".

This naturally includes a certain district mayor, Bobby, who is still in office.

"Alright, there shouldn't be any problems here, Lord."

After watching for a while longer, Bird said, "Let's go about our business."

"Anything else?" Sarah asked, a little confused. "We should have done everything we can, right? As expected, Avril should be elected, right?"

"Yes, in my analysis, Avril's election is almost certain," Bird said. "However, hunters must learn to hide themselves in order to better capture prey. Before we succeed, we must not show any signs of impending success."

"Hunters have weapons that can kill with one strike, but prey are also very sensitive. If they sense trouble, they will flee or even resist. Only by making the prey relax their vigilance can you truly achieve a successful hunt."

"Besides, we're dealing with real people. If someone thinks they might fail, they might resort to underhanded tactics to maintain their position. That's really annoying."

"It's not untreatable, but it's always better to take precautions, isn't it?"

The more remote and backward a place is, the greater the power of the local government.

Even in modern society, the mayor of an N-line district can do whatever he wants with a single word. But in the marginal district of Fox, it's no exaggeration to say the mayor is a local tyrant. Who knows what he might do behind the scenes?

"......So you mean, to prevent Bobby from playing dirty tricks?"

Sarah asked curiously, "So what are you going to do? How are you going to make him let down his guard?"

"You'll know when you get here." Bird smiled slightly and motioned for her to get in the carriage. "A friend is waiting for me. Don't make him wait anxiously. Don't you have to go to the newspaper office anyway?"

The carriage drove all the way to the door of the newspaper office.

There, you should be waiting for the current district chief, but McKen, the chief secretary of the district government, is there.

Bird stepped forward and shook hands with him: "Long time no see, McCann."

"Long time no see, Bird."

McCann replied, then looked at Sarah with interest. "Isn't Dame Avril here? ... Also, who is this person, oh, I mean, is she?"

Today, Sarah didn't wear the magic robe that represented her magician's identity. Instead, she wore a light pink dress. She looked like an ordinary red-haired girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old. So people couldn't help but wonder why she was following Bird.

After all, as far as he knew, Lord Avril seemed to be blonde.

"As you can see, Sarah is a friend of mine, by the way." Bird smiled. "You don't have to be shy in front of her. You can say anything. As for the lord, he is busy giving a speech right now, so he can't come."

"I'm not his friend!"

Sarah objected loudly at first, then politely nodded towards McCann and asked, "Hello, Mr. McCann."

Although she often yelled at Bird, calling him a pervert and demanding the death penalty at every turn, Sarah was usually very ladylike and polite to others.

"Hello."

McCann nodded. Although his inner gossip was already ignited, he still led the way. "Bird, as you requested, I helped contact the editor-in-chief of the newspaper."

But McCann wasn't curious, but Sarah was. She asked, "Mr. McCann, aren't you District Chief Bobby's secretary? Why are you helping us now?"

"I want to correct something."

McCann shrugged. "I'm the district mayor's secretary, not Mr. Bobby's."

"You mean, you don't think Bobby will be the next district mayor." Sarah said in surprise.

"Oh, I never said that. I've always had high hopes for Mr. Bobby."

McCann said nonchalantly, "Besides, I'm a consultant for the factory, so it's normal for me to help out a little bit—Okay, ma'am, we're here."

Chapter 55 Polls are not trustworthy

Newspapers are a troublesome thing.

After all, only by distorting facts and exaggerating the truth can we attract traffic and achieve more newspaper sales.

We cannot blindly suspect that all newspapers are distorting the facts, but if we doubt every other newspaper, there will definitely be something missed.

But we really can't live without each other, like now.

"Mr. Bird, are you here to discuss any cooperation?" The editor-in-chief was very enthusiastic. After all, Bird had just spent a large sum of money to reserve a fixed advertising space for Avril Lavigne's campaign in the newspaper not long ago. He was considered a big client.

"Mr. Editor-in-Chief, what are your thoughts on who should be elected as the next district mayor?"

"Well, to be honest, we're quite optimistic about Avril," the editor-in-chief said bluntly. "After all, they have a large workforce as a foundation, and the relentless publicity—on the other hand, Mayor Bobby has so many protests against him that the public doesn't have a very good impression of him."

"Yes."

Bird said slowly, "So I came here this time hoping to conduct a public opinion poll in the name of your newspaper, which would show that the public is more inclined to choose Mr. Bobby..."

"You want us to publish a false report?"

The editor-in-chief frowned upon hearing this and said righteously, "No, absolutely not! No matter how much money you pay, I won't let you do that!"

"No, no, no, of course it's not a false report, and we will never let you make a false report," Bird said. "What we need is absolutely 'real' data, just like your newspaper has always done, guaranteed to be 100% true."

"Oh, that's it."

The editor-in-chief nodded in understanding: "That's no problem, as for the price..."

"That's easy," Bird said casually. "The Nader family never mistreats those who do good things."

If you have money in your pocket, you can speak confidently without bargaining.

"No, wait a minute." Seeing that the two of them had reached an agreement so quickly, Sarah widened her eyes and couldn't help but ask, "How can you agree with Avril and support Bobby at the same time? This is totally illogical!"

Sarah faced the question.

The three people present were slightly stunned, and then they all smiled knowingly.

"Of course you can, Miss Sarah," the editor explained. "It's not difficult. It just takes a little guidance."

"What you say is unfounded."

The editor-in-chief smiled and said, "Why don't I demonstrate it to Miss Sarah?"

"Imagine you're an ordinary citizen walking down the street, and a reporter approaches you and asks you to participate in a simple survey. Upon completion, you'll receive a small gift."

The editor-in-chief asked, "Then the first question is, do you think the living environment is very important?"

Sarah thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

The editor-in-chief asked, "Second question, do you think the existence of craftsmen with a long history is very important?"

Sarah said, "Yes."

The editor-in-chief asked, "The third question is, do you think the health of the people is very important?"

Sarah said, "Yes."

The editor-in-chief asked, "Fourth question: Do you believe that government policies should be consistent and stable?"

Sarah nodded. "Yes."

The editor-in-chief asked, "Fifth question: Do you think government officials should be people with rich experience?"

Sarah nodded. "Yes."

The editor-in-chief smiled and said, "One last question. Do you support Bobby as the next district mayor?"

Sarah: “…Uh, yes?”

"Look." Bird shrugged. "It's settled. You support Bobby for the next district mayor."

Sarah looked as if she was doubting her life.

"We can do the same survey the other way around," McCann continued with a smile. "Ms. Sarah, do you think economic growth is very important?"

Sarah thought about it and nodded: "Yes."

McCann asked, "Do you think the market prices should be lower?"