The Chat Group's string of procedures left Meng Chuan and the others in awe.
Professional. Now that was professional.
He had never imagined that opening a vote alone would require several rounds of preparation. It was not something he could simply declare open.
But those preparations showed just how seriously the Chat Group took the position of Group Leader.
Far more seriously than it had taken the Administrator positions.
How had the five current Administrators been chosen?
There had been no election at all. The first five people the Chat Group brought in had simply become Administrators.
Arrive early, become an Administrator. Arrive later, become an Ordinary Member.
Compared with the Group Leader position, the way Administrators and Ordinary Members were chosen had been... far too casual.
After the Chat Group announced that voting had begun, Meng Chuan tried to send a message, only for the Chat Group to reject it outright.
[System Notice: During the vote, Group Leader candidate and Administrator Meng Chuan may not speak!]
Well, damn. What was this, a precaution against last-minute canvassing, rabble-rousing, or threatening the others?
You're taking this way too seriously, my dear Chat Group. I'm the only candidate! I don't even need to give a speech.
Meng Chuan's expression turned peculiar. Come to think of it, did this count as being muted?
After all his years in the Chat Group, he had only ever muted other people. Not even the other Administrators had escaped his "poisonous hand." He had never once been muted himself.
Yet at a moment as important as this, he had finally experienced it.
His life was... complete.
[Administrator] Meng Qi · Other Shore: Hehehe. Can't talk now, can you? You're getting what you deserve for always bullying me!
Now that voting had begun, the Chat Group