The shelter operator signed his name on the agreement with great reluctance, then cast an annoyed glance at Dilande.
He did not know this young man. In fact, not many people knew Dilande's identity yet; knowledge of it was limited to the upper echelons of the Conservative Party.
Once the special cloak of "identity" had been stripped away, his youthful appearance caused him to be overlooked at many important occasions.
There was a very particular term in society: "gerontocracy."
What this term referred to was the fact that government decisions were controlled by a group of old men. When the subject of gerontocracy came up, most people opposed it.
They believed that old people's ways of thinking and handling matters could not keep up with the rapidly changing times, as was the case with magnetic cards.
Although many old people had obtained magnetic cards, they did not use them often in practice. Thus, whenever the subject of magnetic cards came up, they were usually unable to offer any genuine insights of their own.
All they could do was express an attitude of I fucking have opinions of my own too by reciting or reading out scripts prepared by their secretaries.
The Federal Government advocated political rejuvenation from top to bottom, but in truth, not many people could accomplish it. The Federal Government itself could not do so either.
Many people instinctively distrusted young politicians, believing they lacked sufficient experience to deal with all kinds of matters.
But Dilande's youthful face had left a deep impression on the shelter operators: decisive, ruthless, direct, effective!
He had completed something that was not easy to accomplish in the simplest way possible, just like a politician who was very old and had experienced much.
More than a hundred thousand people. Did they want them