Wang Ye could only modestly say that it was all thanks to everyone's affection and support for him. If the election had not descended into such chaos and seemed on the verge of becoming impossible to contain, he would not have stepped forward to take on this challenge.
Gebliev saw it differently. He said:
"Actually, this election fiasco has shown that those three candidates truly were not the best choices. Not one of them could win broad support.
Otherwise, the election would not have been dragged into a second round. By normal means, none of them could have emerged victorious.
Just wait and see. Once you enter the race, nobody will be able to compete with you. You'll win by an overwhelming margin!
If you get less than eighty percent of the vote, I'll bring you my head!"
Wang Ye hurriedly waved his hand and said that was unnecessary, but he did not deny Gebliev's assessment. He was extremely confident in the outcome of the election himself.
Honestly, it would not have been an exaggeration to call him the people's choice. If he had announced his candidacy from the start, Medvedev, Gryzlov, and Rosiana probably would not have run at all. There would have been no hope for them. He had only stayed out of it back then because of various considerations.
This time, he had appeared at a critical moment as the man who turned the tide. The result was easy to imagine.
Probably no other candidates would even be willing to run against him. The others had already lost any hope of winning, so why waste the effort...
Wang Ye still wore that bashful smile as he said earnestly:
"I've only come this far because of your help, Uncle Khovchenko's help, Chairman Gryzlov's help, and of course, my