"Majority rules. It's the inevitable trend, and there's nothing we can do about it."
The bespectacled councilor took out a cigarette and put it between his lips, but didn't light it.
Pu Xueli sneered. "What a fine example of majority rule."
The words were dripping with sarcasm. The bespectacled councilor could tell, but merely shrugged indifferently.
"There's no point being dissatisfied here. If you're thinking of the people, you should apply to join the Coordination Committee. You're qualified to join."
The bespectacled councilor offered him a suggestion.
The Coordination Committee's full name was the Shelter Surface Return Operations Coordination and Management Committee.
After all, this was a massive operation involving hundreds of millions of people. Naturally, they needed to establish a department to oversee it, making it easier to communicate with all parties and allocate resources—and, well, to take the blame, too.
Although the official relocation wouldn't begin until tomorrow, preparations were already underway.
Armored vehicles rolled along the streets of Livability City, broadcasting announcements about the relocation.
The armed forces had already entered Livability City, so it was convenient to have them switch roles on the spot and act as messengers.
The vehicles crisscrossed the streets, repeating their broadcasts to make sure no one was missed.
If anyone waited until the relocation began to voice their opposition, they wouldn't be ordinary civilians, and the authorities could crack down hard without being held responsible.
So, as Lu Bai rode back to the City Council building, he noticed plenty of people on the streets, packing up their families and belongings.
After all, the internet was unavailable, so they couldn't keep discussing things on social media. Many people had no choice but to leave their homes and speak face-to-face with people they knew.
Ordinary civilians, who made up the overwhelming majority