In the large conference hall of the Bu Peien Grand Hotel, everyone sat in front of the television, watching the live broadcast.
They had originally been watching at the Campaign Office, but more and more people kept arriving. In the end, Conner had no choice but to move the venue to the third floor of the Bu Peien Grand Hotel.
Lin Qi glanced around casually. There were at least a hundred people, most of whom he knew.
For example, Bowling President.
As the first Progressive Party president elected after the Federation abandoned isolationism, he actually played a very important role.
He was also an important member of the Progressive Party and a former Federal President, so it was only natural for him to come in person and cheer Conner on.
Gladstone had come as well. This time, he was no longer standing so forcefully beside Conner, nearly overshadowing him. Instead, he had found an inconspicuous spot and stood there, supporting his chin with one hand and holding the other across his chest as he silently watched the vote-counting process.
It was an agonizing process. So far, ballots from fifteen states had been delivered to the Bu Peien Congress, and the total number of ballots was at least twelve million.
The number of female voters had increased dramatically this year. During the war, women had achieved unprecedented advancement in economic matters.
As a result, more eligible female voters had emerged, and they were one of the groups introducing the greatest uncertainty into this election.
No one knew whom they would favor.
The Federation used a system of direct presidential elections. To put it simply, eligible voters only had to mark one name from among the many candidates.
Failing to mark anyone or marking more than one name would both count as