"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
The rain outside the window grew heavier, and the sky darkened further.
If not for the lights in the conference room, everyone inside might have felt as though they were trapped in a little dark room.
Accompanying the weather were one approval vote after another, with the occasional dissenting vote appearing in between.
Halfway through the count, Tatum revealed a helpless bitter smile.
There was no way they could be that lucky, with all the dissenting votes saved for the end.
Xiao Hua's return was practically a foregone conclusion.
Benson's expression was especially grim at that moment.
Sure enough, focusing on immediate interests was a trait shared by Americans.
The future was not something they would consider.
"Disagree."
"Disagree."
"Disagree."
At that moment, three consecutive dissenting votes pulled Tatum and Benson's thoughts back to reality.
Could there really be some kind of mystical luck at work?
Had all the approval votes been drawn first, leaving only dissenting votes at the end?
In fact, as long as there were seven dissenting votes, Xiao Hua would not be able to return.
The odds of that happening were fairly high.
And now, with the count about halfway finished, there were already five dissenting votes.
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
But their thoughts quickly vanished, because the conference room soon echoed once more with votes of approval.
"Agreed."
After twenty-nine ballots had been counted, there were twenty-four approvals and five dissenting votes. The result was already clear.
"Disagree."
The staff member announced as he took out the final ballot.
The final result was twenty-four votes in favor and six against.
Perhaps God had played a joke. The number was neither too many nor too few—just enough.
After resting for half a year, Xiao Hua would return as League President.
Although, just