"Fellow villagers, let me introduce you. This is Leader Zhang from our town government. There are also Leader Chen, Leader Zhu, Leader Chang..."

As a village cadre left over from the previous term, Sun Qingsheng first served as the host and introduced the identities of the town leaders to the villagers.

When the villagers heard about so many leaders, they stood on tiptoe and stared at the stage curiously. Some even stepped on the heels of the people in front of them and pressed on the shoulders of the people in front of them, causing a commotion among the crowd.

Seeing this, Leader Zhang quickly stood on the rostrum and stood up to maintain order.

"Hello, fellow villagers. I am Zhang Wuji, secretary of the town party committee. I know everyone is a little curious about what the town leaders look like. In fact, they are the same as you, with one nose and two eyes. If you don't believe it, I will stand here to show you. Just don't squeeze. Take your time. It's not a big deal if you squeeze and hurt the elderly, children and women in the village. Don't you think so?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Chu Yang nodded secretly. With a few seemingly joking words, he controlled the scene that was about to riot. Leader Zhang's level of officialdom is quite good. No wonder he can be the head of a township. He should not be underestimated.

You should know that this position is not so easy to sit. It is definitely not enough to have someone above you. You have to face the grassroots people directly.

If you don't have the ability and can't control the situation, the people will not talk about politics and feelings for you. It's not light to greet your ancestors for eight generations. If things go wrong, they may even use their hands and your face to have a mechanical confrontation.

Leader Zhang seems to be quite comfortable in dealing with the people.

After controlling the situation, Zhang took over the microphone and said:

"Since everyone is optimistic, let Zhu, the member of the town organization office, read the appointment letter."

Zhu nodded, stood up and took the microphone from Zhang, looked around, cleared his throat, and read: "Notice of the CPC Shitang Town Committee on the appointment of Comrade Sun Zhaodong as the Party Branch Secretary of Niutoudu Village: According to work needs, after the decision of the town party committee, Comrade Sun Zhaodong is appointed as the Party Branch Secretary of Niutoudu Village. This is hereby notified."

Before he finished reading, He Jindong in front of the crowd almost fell to the ground.

He thought that this election would be the same as before, with the branch secretary and director elected together.

Unexpectedly, they had already decided to appoint Sun Zhaodong as the village branch secretary.

Even if he was elected as the village director, he would be the second in command, and he would still be a fart.

This is like a sports competition. You thought you were going to compete for the championship, but the championship trophy was handed out before the game even started, and you still have nothing to compete for.

Unlike He Jindong, who looked like he had lost his parents, the Sun family cheered.

"Did I hear it right? The third grandfather is the village party secretary?"

"The town leader said it himself, how could it be wrong?"

"Oh my god, won't we follow Niubi in the future?"

Of course, there are also sober people.

"What's so great about that? He Baoguo has been the village party secretary for so many years. Those people with the surname He are so great. Aren't they still raising pigs and farming? It's hard."

"That's right. The leader let Grandpa Sun be the party secretary for Ayang's sake."

"No way, why doesn't he want to be the party secretary?"

"If you can earn millions a year, would you be willing to be the village party secretary?"

"Of course I don't want to. I can earn millions a year and I'd rather be a village cadre. I wouldn't even be a town leader."

"That's it. You don't want to bother. Chu Yang is not as smart as you?"

"Okay, although what you said makes some sense, I always feel like you are scolding me."

"Nonsense, I can't wait to love you."

...

Chu Yang only knew Grandpa Sun's name today. When he saw him take the appointment letter from Leader Zhu with both hands, his wrinkled old face was glowing red, and he looked several years younger.

"Little... Zhaodong... Old Party Secretary, Niutoudu Village is now handed over to you. I hope you will not disappoint the town party committee and lead the village forward."

Leader Zhu held Grandpa Sun's hand. Facing an old man who was several generations older than him, he really couldn't say "Little Sun". Comrade Zhaodong was not appropriate either, after all, the other party was old enough to be his father. After thinking about it, he still felt that calling him "Old Party Secretary" was more appropriate.

In this way, Grandpa Sun, who had only been in office for one day, got the title of "Old Party Secretary".

"Please rest assured, leader, I will do my best and not let you down."

Facing Leader Zhu's expectations, Grandpa Sun quickly recited the words he learned from Chu Yang early in the morning.

Leader Zhu nodded with satisfaction and sat back in his seat.

Next, it was Grandpa Sun, the newly appointed branch secretary, who continued to preside over the election of village directors.

The process was simple. First, Sun Qingsheng read out the election rules and the order of the venue. Then, five village group leaders were responsible for distributing and collecting ballots, and the cadres sent by the town were responsible for counting the votes.

As time passed, the villagers had almost filled in the ballots. Under the supervision of all villagers and town leaders, the five group leaders collected all the ballots in a sealed box and then moved them to the rostrum.

On the stage, the blackboard and chalk were ready. Two names were written on the blackboard, candidates Sun Qingjun and He Jindong.

At 10:30, the cadre Ge Xiaotian began to count the votes.

"One vote for Sun Qingjun."

"One vote for Sun Qingjun."

"One vote for Sun Qingjun..."

Hearing more than a dozen votes for Sun Qingjun, He Jindong's face turned completely black.

He just didn't believe that so many votes were cast by people with other surnames. A traitor had come out of their He family!

"One vote for He Jindong!"

Suddenly, he heard his own name.

Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, He Jindong hurriedly looked at the blackboard.

But before he could be happy for two seconds, Sun Qingjun's name rang in his ears again.

One vote for Sun Qingjun... One vote for Sun Qingjun... One vote for Sun Qingjun...

"Now I'll announce the results. Sun Qingjun got 581 votes and He Jindong got 103 votes. Congratulations to Sun Qingjun for being elected as the director of the 13th Niutoudu Village Villagers Committee."

Pa pa pa~

Chu Yang led the applause.

Then, the applause was thunderous.

Excluding the villagers who had not returned, more than 80% of the villagers present chose Sun Qingjun, allowing him to win the election with an absolute advantage of 581:103.

And looking at He Jindong's side, the votes were just over a hundred.

This means that apart from his father He Baoguo's brothers, almost no one voted for him.

Even among his brothers, some of them secretly voted for Sun Qingjun.

This made He Jindong quite angry.

"Hmph, a bunch of fence-sitters, do you think you can get away with voting for Sun Qingjun at this time? Don't dream, I want to see how you will cry when my He family doesn't help you in the village."

After saying that, he left the scene quickly without looking back.

Looking at his back as he left, several members of the He family smiled sarcastically.

"What era is this, and the He family is still here, the times have changed!"