Lin Qi listened as Conner described the troubles they were about to face in the election. Conner looked as though he had eaten a bitter, unripe fruit, his features twisted into a grimace!
To him, everything had originally been perfect!
His best friend had become Progressive Party Committee Chairman, while he himself had the chance to run for president and had received Gladstone's promise that the Progressive Party would support him with everything it had.
It was the Progressive Party's time once again. Although Mr. Truman was the military's representative, he was also wearing the Progressive Party's skin.
It could be said that everything, from top to bottom, favored Conner. Yet, unfortunately, he had now run into enormous trouble.
Once he lost the presidency this time, he might never have another chance in his lifetime.
Everyone knew that the next eight years would be eight years of rapid federal development. The economic and social achievements eight years from now, along with achievements in scientific research, education, medicine, and other fields,
would all be regarded as the accomplishments of the ruling party! The federal voters enjoying the social benefits produced by those accomplishments would continue to loyally support the previous ruling party, hoping that the Federation's good days would continue!
Only after sixteen years, when the Federation's economic growth slowed, would the opposition have a chance to use the name of "reform" to attempt to seize power again.
By then, he would already be preparing to retire. He could not guarantee that his prospects would remain so bright or that people would continue to value him.
So this would be his last presidential election, and the only one of his life.
For that, he was willing to make any necessary sacrifice!
After listening to him ramble on for a while, Lin