The crowd fervently surrounded a modified campaign vehicle, and many had unfurled banners bearing messages of support.
Inside the vehicle's cabin, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler stood behind a blond young man in a sharp suit, who was making the final adjustments to his hair. He said respectfully,
"Young Master, your speech is about to begin. The issues you raised recently have received the support of a large number of voters. This time, victory is already assured."
"Heh, Grandfather's proposal back then was quite successful. The problems caused by the recent unrest can also easily have their contradictions shifted elsewhere. As long as we give those stupid pigs a target for their anger, they'll naturally be completely satisfied."
Little John Bigler, who appeared to outsiders as a gentlemanly good man, was still full of mockery when evaluating the voters who supported him.
On a personal level, even when running factories, he naturally preferred using cheap, hardworking tools.
In Reincarnation Space, those laborer Reincarnators were also very useful—economical and cost-effective.
Yet it was precisely because of their existence that those pigs, with their high demands and love of slacking off, successfully drew everyone's attention.
After all, no one was willing to look for the cause within themselves. As long as this point was grasped, any opponent could be easily crushed!
Back then, his grandfather had relied on this very move to obtain a great deal of political capital and achieve the family's present glory.
"There's no need to pay more than a little attention to those ignorant fools. Although none of the current competitors are worth a damn, we still need to be careful not to stumble in the gutter. The priority remains winning the Reincarnators' support."
Little John Bigler did not underestimate any opponent because of this.