Gryzlov's expression was quite something too.
His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes wide with disbelief.
What had just happened below the stage had hit him far too hard!
Those arms raised in perfect unison even made Gryzlov wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Could everyone seated in that section possibly be deputies from the Mikhail or Zhirinov Faction...
Then he thought of how his own faction had voted just now, and his face burned. Without comparison, one never knew just how wide the gap was!
Those deputies from his faction, for their own selfish interests, had actually tried to protect a sworn enemy of their faction at such a critical moment.
If they had managed to protect him, it would have been barely understandable. At least it would have proved that his faction still had enough influence in the Duma to sway the course of events.
But the problem was, they had thrown away all dignity and still failed to save him...
That made his faction look like nothing more than a bunch of clowns!
One could imagine that after the meeting ended, the performance of his faction's deputies would become a joke, one that would spread far and wide...
Zhirinov, meanwhile, was filled with delight. He had never expected Wang Ye to have kept such a move hidden up his sleeve!
What was turning defeat into victory at the brink of despair?
This was it!
Everyone had thought the outcome was already decided, that Wang Ye was about to suffer his first crushing defeat in the Duma!
But what happened? At the most unlikely moment, the most unlikely scene unfolded, and he really had turned things around!
At a rough count, among the more than sixty Moscow Faction deputies, well over fifty had raised their