"Wow, that's... incredible!"
After a long while, Helen finally exclaimed.
Though her command of language was excellent and her vocabulary exceedingly rich, even she could not accurately put her feelings into words at that moment.
Because all of this was completely unimaginable to her!
Under Western electoral systems, people of any age could theoretically rise to high office. Even if someone had never spent a day in school or worked a single day in politics, as long as they could secure enough votes, they could still soar to the top in one step!
There had been quite a few precedents in this regard: presidents in their thirties, actors, businessmen directly running for office and winning...
But no matter what, those were exceptional cases, not something commonly seen.
Especially at Wang Ye's age—while his peers were still freely squandering their youth in university, he was already nearing the very pinnacle of power!
How could that not be shocking?
Wang Ye smiled. "Well, I suppose I've been rather lucky. I didn't miss several major opportunities. Of course, I also have to thank the voters and faction members for their trust. Otherwise, I wouldn't have made it this far."
Helen found it difficult to comment on Wang Ye's success in politics.
Even though she strongly doubted whether it was good or bad for someone barely over twenty to hold such a high position...
She knew very well that Wang Ye's position had been attained through "democratic" elections!
That was something no one could—or rather, dared to—question!
Europe and the United States placed enormous importance on political correctness. Democracy stood above all else, and questioning Wang Ye's ability or position would amount to challenging democracy itself!
After all, Wang Ye's seats as a Duma deputy and faction leader had both been won through elections,