On the presidium, the speakers and deputy speakers wore different expressions.
The most relaxed one was probably Zhirinov.
When Wang Ye looked over at him, Zhirinov nodded, indicating that his side had finished its work and there would definitely be no problem.
Gryzlov and Kolov, meanwhile, looked rather solemn. Both were frowning, resting their chins on their hands, seemingly lost in thought.
Wang Ye swept his gaze around, then turned to look at the vote count.
Around two hundred votes had been counted by then. The yes and no votes were extremely close: 102 to 97!
It was impossible to say whether the nomination would pass.
But if the numbers remained this tight, then whether it passed or failed, Wang Ye's objective would have been achieved.
At worst, during the next vote, he could simply have more members of his faction vote in favor...
Everything was under his control!
It could be said that the result of this vote was also a subtle message to the Kremlin: the current Duma was not to be underestimated!
Medvedev was probably the most nervous person in the entire hall. As he listened to the staff read out one no vote after another, sweat had already begun to bead on his forehead.
He pulled a tissue from the inner pocket of his suit and wiped away the sweat.
To be honest, he had been quite surprised to receive this nomination.
As someone in politics, of course he wanted to climb higher. The position of Prime Minister was the best opportunity!
As long as he was successfully elected, he would become one of the most important figures in the political world.
Whether within his faction or among the upper ranks of politics, no one would be able to ignore him again!
More importantly, Medvedev