Awakening the Daily Intelligence System - Chapter 443

Chapter 443: 163, there is a Mr. Lin Chen who hopes to meet with you.

Lin Mo arrived earlier than most, and it had been about half an hour of waiting before the audience gradually began to fill the venue.

There were many acquaintances.

Just among those whose backgrounds Lin Mo was privy to, there were at least a dozen.

On the surface, they each had different identities – Wall Street magnates, top figures in various industries – but behind the scenes, they were actually all employees of major families.

After two years of gathering intelligence, Lin Mo had a decent understanding of the major powers in America, especially those in Huafu State.

The presence of these people also sufficiently indicated how much importance they attached to today’s speech.

Indeed, it was so, as today’s speech would be the last one within the Liberal Party. After another 24 hours of voting strife tomorrow, the results would be announced the day after.

Whoever was to represent the Liberal Party in the competition for Duke’s position would signal which family or financial consortium behind them would dominate for at least the next four years, maybe even eight years, leaping ahead of other families.

There’s nothing new under the sun.

Since ancient times, rebellion has been a high-risk, high-reward affair.

However, in this magical country, one doesn’t need to take desperate chances, because every four years there is an open opportunity to compete.

What seems like competition between people is actually a clandestine clash of various forces.

About ten minutes before the program began, the rest of the audience whispered amongst familiar faces; Lin Mo, with nothing else to do, was scrolling through America’s largest social networking app on his phone.

Twitter is a good source of intelligence.

Since almost all the news Lin Mo followed daily was related to the Duke competition, the information he received was generally about this issue.

According to current online polls, Ron DeSantis doubtlessly led with the highest support rate, about 30% of the voters had cast their ballots for him.

The gap between the other five candidates wasn’t large, with support rates generally around 20% or in the teens.

Only Foster was at the bottom, with a support rate of less than 10%.

A dire situation.

Additionally, the internet was filled mostly with negative comments and threads about Foster; refreshing the page always revealed many more.

[Other candidates might address the public, but if you support Foster taking office, you’ll hear “family members” and “nobody understands like I do” kind of talk…]

[Haha, if Foster takes office, it would be a tragedy for America.]

[Really, won’t someone teach Foster how to speak his mother tongue properly?]

[No one understands America better than me.]

[I’m really fed up with Foster pinching his little finger, constantly repeating “Grand Xia, Grand Xia, Grand Xia”]]

[Sh*t, I really suspect he’s a mole; otherwise, why would he always wear that damned red scarf?]

Lin Mo, reading the internet comments, suddenly felt a nasty glee.

He tried to imagine what it would be like when the people actually saw such a man entering that famous palace and giving orders to all of America.

Nobody would have thought that the ones manipulating everything from the shadows weren’t the Freemasonry, nor the financial magnates, weapon dealers, nor the damned medical and insurance alliance.

It was someone who, just a few years ago, was working at the lowest level in Grand Xia as a manual laborer.

Reaching this point in just a couple of years sometimes felt so surreal to Lin Mo that he worried he might wake up one day and find everything vanished, reverted to being that ordinary laborer.

As Lin Mo let his thoughts wander, eight o’clock arrived.

The studio lights suddenly dimmed, the raucous noises from the large audience ceased, and everyone’s gaze turned towards the stage.

In an instant, the lights brightened again.

A benign, slightly overweight host in his fifties, dressed in a sharp suit, appeared on stage alongside another host – a tall, twenty-something blonde with striking blue eyes.

[Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s Liberal Party debate. Let’s welcome tonight’s six protagonists with the warmest round of applause.]

Energetic applause erupted from the audience seats as the six candidates competing for the position of Duke emerged from backstage, while the female host introduced their different roles.

There were six podiums on stage, each bearing a different name.

The candidate with the highest poll support stood at the far left, while the one with the lowest support was at the far right.

This simple, direct arrangement made it clear at a glance who was the hottest and most popular.

One has to say, America is quite adept at simplifying complex issues to their essence.

Just a matter of ordering and positioning allowed even those unfamiliar with the competition to immediately grasp what these people were doing.

Once everyone was on stage, the barrage from the production team’s audience intensified.

“USA!!!”

“USA!!!!”

“Make America great again!”

“Great!”

“Pursue justice, unlock potential—choose Ron DeSantis for a new chapter in America!”

“Ron DeSantis!”

“Ron DeSantis!”

“Ron!”

“If you choose Johnson Foster, every problem will be solved!”

“USA!!!!”

“USA!!!!”

“Choose Ron DeSantis for a new chapter in America!”

“Get lost, Foster!! You’re disgusting!!!”

“Get off the stage! You don’t deserve to be there!”

“Choose Ron DeSantis…”

Each camp was shouting different slogans, trying to overpower the others in terms of momentum.