"I disagree."
"I disagree."
"I disagree."
"I disagree."
But Tatum's smile quickly faded, and he gradually frowned.
Unlike when he had taken office as interim president, there were surprisingly many votes against him.
And as the votes were counted, the situation became increasingly wrong.
There were clearly far more votes against than in favor.
Tatum turned to look at Xiao Hua again. Seeing the meaningful smile on the latter's face, he suddenly understood something.
Xiao Hua must have reached some sort of private agreement with certain team owners!
But why?
The previous media scandal had completely ruined Xiao Hua's reputation. Why would these owners still help him?
He could not understand it.
But the situation had already slipped beyond his control.
When the final result came out, only twelve teams had agreed to appoint him as the League's official president. Forty percent fell short of the fifty-percent minimum requirement.
That meant he could not become the League's official president!
When the result was announced, not only was Tatum stunned, but the representatives from the teams that had voted in favor looked around in disbelief as well.
Bringing Xiao Hua back was impossible, yet they also refused to let Tatum become the official president. What the hell were these teams playing at?
Tatum finally gave a bitter smile.
The die had been cast. The result could no longer be changed.
"I want to know why, even though I can no longer continue serving as League President."
He looked around the room and asked everyone.
The vote was over, so anonymity no longer mattered.
"We cannot bear the risk of player injuries. At least three superstars suffered Season-Ending Injuries in last year's Playoffs."
The first to speak was the Spurs' representative, owner Pete Holt.
"Yes. Although a looser referee's whistle has