The Chairman of the Conservative Party Committee hung up.
This might have been the last thing he could do for the Conservative Party Candidate. After all... he had devised the entire plan, and its execution had gone quite smoothly.
The Conservative Party Candidate might have realized this sometime during the middle or later stages, but he had never considered turning back.
That had also deepened the "tragic heroism" of both him and the Chairman of the Conservative Party Committee, making the entire plan even more perfect.
After hanging up, the Committee Chairman walked over to the mirror and straightened his clothes as he looked at his younger self in the reflection. He then picked up a handsome woolen curled-brim hat that looked just slightly old-fashioned, fitted it onto his head, put on his coat, and went out the door.
Today was the day he would report to the Conservative Party. As a highly valued newcomer to the party, he had to make a good impression on the party whip who would soon become the next Committee Chairman.
That would help him rise quickly within the Conservative Party.
A new body, a new life, a new beginning, a new future...
Everything was so beautiful! Twenty minutes later, he arrived at the Conservative Party's temporary office building.
The Conservative Party had a shelter of its own. It had been built with investments from the capitalists behind the party, and the original plan had been to distinguish it from the Federal government's Official Shelter.
They had no intention of squeezing in with those poor people. But as Private Shelters began to flourish, the status of the party shelter became somewhat awkward.
Fortunately, this world was not lacking in brainless party fanatics. Finding several hundred thousand fervent Conservatives among the Federation's nearly one hundred