At around 8:10 in the morning, members of the Coders Association in front of the TEDA Conference Center all started to enter the venue with their IDs in hand.
On both sides of the street of the conference center, the Longkou District Police Department and the Longcheng City Riot Terrorism Team deployed a total of forty or fifty cars and hundreds of police officers to monitor the surrounding area.
At the same time, there were also lines of military vehicles stagnant near the Longcheng Military City Defense Hall, less than three kilometers away from the conference center. They were the troops transferred in by the garrison headquarters to overhaul the city's defense system.
Today's scene is very similar to the grand occasion of the election of governors in the autonomous prefectures in the first century, with a hint of absurdity in every aspect and a sense of rationality in every aspect.
Freedom! Then you have to give full respect to the local association. Looking at it this way, today’s scene is reasonable. But the government affairs department dispatched so many people to maintain order for a local association, and then they stepped on the horse. It’s ironic and very sad.
Absurd, so...this scene is somewhat contradictory.
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Conference center backyard.
Seven or eight military vehicles stopped, and Zhang Ming led people out.
"I'll follow you in in civilian clothes." A company commander from Tan Hengqiang's security regiment said softly to Zhang Ming: "Don't be nervous, our people are waiting at the back door."
"Okay!" Zhang Ming nodded.
After the two communicated, fifteen soldiers in civilian clothes followed Zhang Ming and other senior officials into the venue through a special passage.
A few minutes later, Zhang Ming stood behind the banquet, looked down at his watch, and wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously.
at the same time.
In the municipal building, Liming Sheng held the phone in his right hand and put his left hand on his waist and yelled: "Don't talk nonsense to me! If the situation really gets out of control and Tan Hengqiang plays dirty, then you must have an attitude of absolutely supporting me.
It definitely won’t work with mud!”
"I know……!"
"Once things get out of control, you must call Tan Hengqiang directly. Can you do that?" Lao Li pressed.
Ouyang Zhen thought for a long time: "You will make a decision based on the situation. Don't be anxious..."
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Morning, 8:25.
In the TEDA Conference Center, the host of the Coders Association came to the stage with a microphone and said with a serious face: "Everyone, please be quiet. The meeting will start soon. Now we invite our current president, Mr. Zhang Ming, to come to the stage to speak!"
"Bah bang bang!"
The venue, which can accommodate 3,000 people, immediately erupted into bursts of applause. The room was empty and there were a large number of people. Even if there were only 200 people taking the lead in cheering and applauding, it would still be a big momentum.
After the venue quieted down, Zhang Ming walked from behind the scenes to the front desk, waving to everyone with a smile on his face.
At this moment, a rectangular transparent box with a height of one and a half meters and a diameter of one meter is placed on the seating platform of the venue. This is the vote warehouse for the referendum. The paper votes of everyone present will be placed here personally.
There are twenty seats on the living platform, which are seats for the members of the Presbyterian Church. The first row below the stage is for the sixteen district presidents of the Coders Association, and the seats after that are the seats for ordinary members.
.
Zhang Ming strode to the banquet, stood behind the microphone, and said calmly: "Actually, I don't really want to give a speech on the stage, because no president can be broad-minded enough to read endlessly at his recall meeting.
Say the lines."
"Ha ha!"
The audience burst into laughter.
"Well, I have nothing more to say. This is the end of the matter. Some people think I have done a good job, and some people think I am sorry for the Coders Association. Since the controversy exists objectively, let's let the voting results speak for themselves." Zhang Ming behaved very much.
The atmosphere: "If I step down today, then I wish the Coders Association will get better and better, and I also wish the candidate who can make long-term friends with the person who killed his master a long life! You are awesome, you are amazing, you
High profile!”
Zhang Ming's last words were obviously directed at Wei Xiangzuo in the audience. Everyone knew what he meant, so some people laughed knowingly.
Wei Xiangzuo sat in the audience and looked at Zhang Ming coldly without saying a word.
"Okay, that's it, I'm off the stage, let's get started!" Zhang Ming waved his hand, followed the stairs on the side of the banquet table, walked to the center of the first row, and sat down.
After a brief speech, the host came on stage again: "Tell me the rules of this referendum! As soon as the meeting begins, our staff will distribute secret ballot sheets to everyone. There are two options on it: the first item is,
Do you agree to remove President Zhang Ming? If you agree, put a check mark. If you disagree, put an
Name. The candidates are the sixteen branch presidents. If there is no candidate you support among these people, then do not fill in and it will be counted as an abstention vote. According to the internal election rules of the Coders Association, if more than half of the votes are cast, the president can be removed. Which
The candidate with the highest number of votes and more than one-third of the total votes can be elected as the new president."
"Pop!"
There was sparse applause from the audience.
The host turned his head and glanced at the members of the Presbyterian Church. After receiving the approval, he immediately shouted: "Now, please ask the staff to distribute the voting sheets. After a while, everyone has completed filling them out. They must line up at the stairs on the left and right sides to vote openly and fairly."
Voting is conducted in the warehouse. During the entire voting process, the voting warehouse is not allowed to leave public view. After everyone has finished voting, the votes will be tallied by the Presbyterian Council in public."
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of staff carried the voting sheets on trays and walked from behind the scenes to the center of the venue.
Zhang Ming sat in the middle of the first row, turned to look at Wei Xiangzuo and shouted, "Are you sure?"
Wei Xiangzuo ignored him and only communicated softly with the people next to him.
At the same time, in the projection room on the second floor, Guo Zhengdao called three men and took out two sniper rifles from two huge black boxes.
"Wait a moment, draw the gun from the projection port," Guo Zhengdao whispered: "Wait for my order!"
"clear!"
The three nodded.
…
Outside the venue.
Tan Mingchao was sitting in a military vehicle, eating a sandwich and drinking milk and said, "Is there any movement at the police station?"
"Not yet." The officer in the co-pilot replied softly: "But I heard that Lao Li went to the unit early in the morning and entered the conference room but did not come out."
"He must be watching the live broadcast too." Tan Mingchao replied calmly.
"Hey, sir, I heard that Anzecheng returned to the army today. Do you think he...?"
"Lao An left Longcheng because he took the initiative to avoid trouble." Tan Mingchao replied calmly: "He didn't want to get involved in these troubles at all, so he ran away early."
"Haha, Lao An can still understand the situation."
"As I get older, I lose my vigor and all I have left is the so-called political wisdom." Tan Mingchao commented softly: "Let's wait for the results!"