Chapter 933: Chapter 933

Capítulo 933: Chapter 936: Voting System

The appearance of Nian Shutong disrupted many people’s plans, but some have already tasted Nian Shutong’s tactics and definitely do not intend to try a second time.

The evaluators are just curious about someone suddenly emerging, without any plan.

The election starts at ten the next day.

Nian Shutong appeared on time at the scene, and as she walked into the hall, she spotted several familiar faces.

Yu Family, Chuan Family, He Family, Wu Family, these are the ones she knows, and they’ve all come.

However, the people from these families are here to vote, so they take a different path, and Nian Shutong doesn’t go up to communicate, deciding to settle this matter first.

Two doors, left and right, Nian Shutong took the one on the right. Upon entering, she saw several familiar faces, all of whom Nian Shutong had demanded compensation from.

“Old friends, we meet again.”

“Good day, Nian Lan Star Lord.”

The respectful attitude of several people left other selected individuals utterly puzzled. Although Nian Shutong is formidable, is there really a need for such politeness?

The people here are either Planet Masters or family representatives, none of whom have anything particularly lacking compared to Nian Shutong. So what’s the reason for such courtesy?

Some are completely perplexed, while others associate it with the network crash two days ago; perhaps someone did something.

The quota for establishing a Transfer Station isn’t opened for elections every year, at least every three years, and sometimes even longer intervals.

Moreover, not every election yields results; Transfer Stations cannot be established infinitely, as there are numerous constraints.

At ten in the morning, the election began.

Twenty candidates waited in a box, while those seated outside were the voters.

The host took the stage without any unnecessary words, beginning this Transfer Station election.

“Hello everyone, welcome to the Transfer Station election site. This year we had seventy-nine applications for the preliminaries, and we still selected the top twenty based on contribution points. Please look at the big screen.”

The screen behind the host showed the rankings of the top twenty.

No one really paid attention initially, but is the first place’s contribution point genuine? Are we sure a decimal point wasn’t misplaced?

At this moment, the big screen showed the first-place contribution point, reaching eight figures, with tens of millions, even a nine in front, in stark contrast with others having only seven figures, fewer than previous years.

A few candidates looked at Nian Shutong’s contribution points, feeling a hint of admiration in their hearts, believing they are part of the contributions.

Before the preliminaries, they received news of someone transferring contribution points massively, then tracked down registration info, leading them to take measures.

However, they didn’t expect to suffer even harsher consequences.

After the host’s display, they began announcing today’s procedure.

“Today we have two Transfer Station quotas, now let’s invite twenty candidates to take the stage and explain why they deserve this quota.”

The host stepped aside, leaving the field for others.

The sequence followed a back-to-front order; one by one the candidates took the stage to speak.

Nian Shutong didn’t know originally there was such a procedure, but listening to identical speeches, she had different plans in mind.

The previous speakers listed their geographical advantages, financial strengths, military equipment, and even family support.

One by one they passed, but there didn’t seem to be many serious listeners below—voting sometimes is merely procedural, many outcomes are manipulated secretly beforehand.

Family rivalry is settled before voting, making Nian Shutong the only variable.

Finally, it’s Nian Shutong’s turn; stepping up from the right stage, she stood in the central position and adjusted the microphone.

“Hello everyone, I am Blue Star’s Planet Master, Nian Shutong.”

“I only have one sentence to say, give Blue Star the Transfer Station, Blue Star continues selling seeds, otherwise, no sale.”

“Thank you all for your support.”

Nian Shutong stepped down.

No one anticipated this approach; is this the first time a speech was ?

Yet, what should they say? Blue Star selling seeds is its freedom.

But having experienced good living, who would willingly return to the past?

The host was shocked, stepping from the side to the center, adjusting the microphone, addressing the audience: “Everyone has ten minutes to consider, we will proceed with the voting shortly.”

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On the front screen, the names of twenty candidates were displayed, beneath them a cylindrical voting mechanism showing how many votes were cast.

The host returned on stage, addressing the audience: “Voting begins, please press the corresponding numbers to vote.”

Following the host’s words, the screen’s cylindrical voting mechanism started moving, but only one displayed movement, the others remaining unchanged.

Zero-One, represented by Nian Shutong, saw its votes continuously rising; out of a hundred votes, she received all hundred, even those with conflicting interests like Wu Family chose to vote for Nian Shutong’s Blue Star.

Because everyone shared a common thought: If I don’t vote, what if others don’t vote either?

Therefore, afraid of others not voting, everyone simply cast their vote for Nian Shutong’s Blue Star.

This voting outcome, unprecedented since Transfer Station elections started.

The host, listening to instructions via an earpiece, took the stage to address the situation: “Blue Star’s victory was inevitable, hence Blue Star immediately won one Transfer Station quota, but there is still another quota requiring further voting.”

Blue Star’s triumph was unstoppable, so the only option was to set Blue Star aside for another outcome to materialize.

Backstage, Nian Shutong felt no remorse, possessing capital necessitates its display.

Upon further voting, another quota was elected, still an old acquaintance, one of Nian Shutong’s initial demands.

Nian Shutong cordially congratulated, exchanging superficial pleasantries, thus marking the end of the Transfer Station auction.

The Transfer Station quota auction isn’t widely publicized in the Star Network, as the construction of a Transfer Station is never accomplished overnight.

After it ended, Nian Shutong didn’t communicate with anyone, leaving alone, heading near Fu Yunhe, casually purchasing a small house to settle in.

At night, Fu Yunhe’s soul body reappeared, the pair sat in the yard chatting.

Nian Shutong comfortably lay on a chair, staring into the pitch-black night.

“Build the Transfer Station, and the day it’s completed is the day Blue Star presents itself.”