Counterfeit Hero

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January 20, 1964, arrived as scheduled.

This is a foggy day in the early morning. The whole Heidfield was shrouded in a thick milky white fog. There is almost no dividing line between the sky and the ground, and it looks like a dim piece.

When the line of sight exceeds 100 meters, it is not very clear. The rising sun is just a red sphere that can't feel much temperature, hanging from the top of the distant mountain.

In the early morning of early spring, it was still cold.

However, at six o'clock in the morning, many people have already gone out. They were either alone, or met three or five times, or drove, took their wives and children, or held posters with the names of the candidates they supported, and held them all the way up to the polling place near their home.

This is a grand event in which all people participate.

Everyone hopes that their own vote can determine the future of this country.

The assassination of President Flavio and the war that has begun to profoundly affect the future of this country have made people have far more earnest expectations for this presidential election than usual.

They knew that Feiyang's thirty-year status as a superpower was already crumbling. In the shadow of the war that had approached Feiyang's homeland, their lives were stormy.

They need a strong leader!

Dawson, personable and very infectious speech; mature and stable, trustworthy Perez; young and powerful, but more stable and more aggressive than most of his peers ...

It is these three people who are qualified to claim the presidential throne.

Now they must choose from them.

This is related to the national and national luck, life, and the future and survival of dozens of members of the Fiji League!

At four o'clock in the morning, the major media have already come out. In particular, the main polling points set up at Feiyang National Victory Square in the capital Heidfield are crowded with people. The reporter area is covered with long guns and short cannons, and the flashing lights reflect the snow in the dim morning.

"I will vote for Congressman Dawson." A young man riding a bicycle took off his helmet and fiddled with his wet hair just after the exercise. He told reporters: "When he won the nomination for the candidate in Dalappia , I have been following him, he is my idol! "

"Me?" In front of the camera, an old man over sixty stopped and copied his hands in his coat pocket: "Of course I would choose Mr. Perez. Over the years, his steady style and his political opinions , Has been winning our trust and respect. "

"This beautiful lady, how about you?" The reporter extended the microphone to an elderly woman holding the old man's arm. "Are you going to vote for Mr. Perez too?"

"My political opinion is different from him," the old woman smiled and looked at the old man beside her, "I am going to vote for Zhao Xi, that is a beautiful little boy, and, is a political genius. I can't wait I want to see him sitting in the president ’s office. "

All TV channels are broadcasting interviews with reporters.

Heidfield, Drapea, Al-Aqsa, Mema, Dolibria, Affilikensta ......... Every administrative region, every galaxy, every city, there are Numerous crowds crossed the street and rushed to the polling place.

At 9:30 in the morning, when the clouds in Heidfield gradually spread out, the bright sunshine finally appeared in the buildings, between the windows and the gap between the canopy and leaves.

This golden light has drawn the entire city into countless oblique projections.

The contrast between shadow and light makes the world clear and three-dimensional at once, and becomes fresh.

A group of black flying cars, guided by the police car, drove to the front of the No. 1 polling place in National Victory Square.

This is a giant voting hall set up in front of the Democracy and Freedom Monument. Temporarily constructed from fully transparent glass components, it can accommodate tens of thousands of people to vote at the same time. This single polling point can complete the voting work of millions of people within a 12-hour voting time.

The flying car bypassed the interview area and stopped where the yellow line was drawn.

The well-dressed Dawson walked out of the car and went to the other side to open the door for his wife.

Forty-eight-year-old Dawson has a flattering and handsome face. Curly and charming brown-yellow hair, deep blue eyes, a tall nose bridge and a slightly square-up chin. His wife Jin Na is also a great beauty. Although he was over forty years old, his figure remained perfectly immaculate, with noble temperament, and always had a generous and charming smile on his face.

The emergence of the most popular couples suddenly boiled the entire voting venue.

Dawson ’s supporters shook placards, held up his posters, and called his name in a scream.

Dawson pulled his wife and waved his arms gracefully to the crowd in response to the public's support. The bodyguards around him surrounded him with vigilance.

"No matter what the result is, this is a victory for democracy." Dawson smiled a charming smile to the female reporter who was allowed to get close to Feiyang Democracy Daily: "This is Feiyang's strong foundation, and we will continue to follow this No one can defeat us as the road goes on! "

Dawson's words drew applause and cheers from the sky.

In this cheering, he stepped up, and finally stood at the door of the voting hall, and then turned around with his wife, waving his arms to the supporters, and then entered the voting hall.

At the moment when their figure had just disappeared, another convoy came from a distance, through the shattered sunlight of the square trees, passed through the passageway crowded with waving placards on both sides, and stopped at the entrance of the voting hall .

This time, the two temples were pale, with a Chinese character face, and Perez, a mature man.

The appearance of Perez and his wife also attracted the cheers of mountains and tsunami. Compared to Dawson, this veteran politician's supporter is not much.

Especially for many older people, Perez is more in line with the image of the president in their minds.

It was also a click of the camera, and also a cry of supporters. The gentle and elegant old man who looked and behaved, squinted his eyes, and walked into the polling hall with his wife, who was not outstanding.

People on the square are looking forward to the appearance of Zhao Xi.

However, as leaders of various political parties, members of Congress and interim President Gambier arrived in succession, as time went by, it was ten o'clock. That person had a direct support rate of more than 28%, 30%. The presidential candidate with the second approval rating of five has no signs of showing up.

Even Swanson, who had lost his competitiveness, came, and he did not come.

Over the past few days, as Perez and Zhao Xi's propaganda offensive ceased, people have not had any news about Zhao Xi for several days.

That is a middle-aged man with dark hair. Not tall, always with a gentle smile on his face. However, in terms of political opinions, he has a clear banner.

He is a hard-liner who advocates full-time commitment to war. He strongly advocates the abolition of the privileges of some politicians and chaebols during the war, promotes the economy, is committed to solving the increasing unemployment rate, and firmly advocates combating corruption and reforming the political system so that The government's management is more transparent, and the Congress's proposal review process is more concise and effective.

This series of propositions is very popular among the people. In early January, his support rate has been steadily increasing. By January 15th, his direct support rate was even comparable to that of Perez.

It is a pity that the political changes in the quirky clouds made him silent in the last time. Although in theory he still has the possibility of being elected, he wants to make a comeback in reality unless there is a miracle.

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At this moment, no one knows that the distance of Zhao Xi's first voting point is actually not far away.

He stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window on the 126th floor of a blue space city south of the National Victory Square, and looked at the crowded square in amazement.

This is the campaign center of the Democratic and Fair Party. The entire floor behind him is the office of his campaign team.

The busyness of the past has disappeared.

There were no phone calls one after another, no frequent opening and closing of automatic doors, no hurried footsteps, and no quick reports of ears.

He stood quietly in front of the window with a cigarette in his hand. The straight body pulled out a slender shadow in the sunlight passing through the window, and the green smoke drifted in the sunlight and dispersed.

Behind him, the team members stood in groups in twos and threes in silence.

From the day when Zhao Xi won the nomination, they have been fighting for half a year for today. As a small and medium-sized party, no matter whether it is funding, human relations, or other resources, it is inferior to those of major parties. It is difficult for others to imagine how much hardship everyone has made to this day.

Although there is the support of the Shen family in the back, but in Feiyang, the Shen family is still not one-handed, and even less likely to play a decisive role in matters such as the presidential election.

Zhao Xi ’s support rate at the moment was exchanged for almost crazy work by everyone present.

The most difficult thing is Zhao Xi. Since these days, he has n’t had more than three hours of sleep a day. He rushed to the major administrative districts of Feiyang every day to canvass, lecture, and meet. I did n’t know how much medicine to protect his throat, and how much eye drops to eliminate red eyes.

He was not a saint, not a moral model, and occasionally made some ambiguous jokes with the female staff who admired him in the team. However, his ideals for himself and his love for this country are deeply felt by everyone around him.

He is an idealist. A fighter who refuses to compromise!

But now, he can only stand here, watching the flying cars of Dawson and Perez drive into the cheering crowd.

The battle failed before the battle had begun.

Some female staff couldn't help crying. A sad emotion filled the crowd.

They are the secretary of this team, Zhao Xi ’s left and right hands, his partner, his supporter, his image consultant, and his assistant ... But, after today, they This passionate and hopeful years will be swept into the corner of memory and sealed.

They will disperse, watching another history that they could have participated in and changed, and embarked on another track.

They feel very wronged.

Everyone's hard work, everyone's sweat and hard work, but did not get even the opportunity to participate in the war. The ten o'clock they sounded for a long time and struggled for it. When the voting started, it was when the team ended.

A beautiful young woman surrounded by red scarves walked through the crowd and walked beside Zhao Xi, said softly: "Dear, let's go."

Zhao Xi looked back, looked at his dignified and beautiful wife, and looked around at the crowd. He smiled slightly: "No one is allowed to leave before the voting is over. After so long, I have to invite everyone to dinner at night."

With a smile, he and his wife smiled at each other and walked towards the elevator.

When the elevator doors closed, everyone in the huge open office area rushed to the window. They crowded together, leaned against the window, and looked at the street below the building.

I don't know how long after that, the figures of Zhao Xi and his wife appeared.

They did not have the bodyguards who greeted each other, nor did they ride, but held their hands and walked idlely to the polling place. It looks like an ordinary couple walking.

When they walked not far from the polling place, someone finally recognized them.

Many supporters held up Zhao Xi's posters and support slogans, called his name aloud, waved at him, and cheered for him.

Zhao Xi smiled and nodded with his wife.

The staff in the building couldn't help but feel bitter. This may be the most glorious time of Zhao Xi, and it is also at this time that they resented the Shen family who were once regarded as the pillars, and resented the upper classes that they were difficult to reach.

Those who are high up never know how many people are crying for the scene before them on this floor.

The appearance of Zhao Xi caused the whole square to boil again.

Even those who support Dawson and Perez, many of them gave the second choice to this youngest, but they have the eloquence not inferior to Dawson, and the men who are not inferior to Perez.

If he loses his election today, he may only blame his party for being too weak, blame for insufficient publicity funds, and blame for the claims of those who offended many of Vanguard ’s vested interests.

Although many people know that he is correct, in this "democratic" country, it is not correct to win everyone's votes.

In front of the ordinary people who support him, those media have greater influence, those consortiums have wealth that can affect more people, and those officials have more power!

When Zhao Xi walked into the voting hall, the ten o'clock bell just rang.

With the exception of Dawson, Perez, Zhao Xi, interim President Gambier, and the central polling hall where Feiyang high-level officials are located, the voting channels around them have all been opened.

People walked into the passage in turn.

When the first person pressed a fingerprint on the voting machine, selected the first and second candidates, and got the ballots printed immediately into the ballot box, the presidential election vote officially began.

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