Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

When Johnson Hester’s votes exceeded 270, the big screen suddenly froze, and all data stopped increasing or decreasing.

The winner had emerged; any further change in the data was meaningless.

“My god, the Johnson family has really become the Duke!”

“Big news, this is really sensational news!”

“Mr. Hester, what would you like to say to the American people?”

“Congratulations to the Johnson family!”

“F**k, I suspect there is a problem with the votes, I demand a re-verification of the ballots!”

“Cheating, cheating, cheating!”

“Archduke Olima, we demand that you thoroughly investigate the issues of election fraud, the victory should belong to Clinton Hamilton!”

“No one understands America better than Clinton Hamilton!”

It was normal for some riots and disputes to erupt on the scene after the Duke’s election.

After all, everyone had staked their fortunes and lives, and losing was naturally unbearable.

This time, the scale and intensity of the quarrels far exceeded any previous election.

The reason was simple: Clinton Hamilton’s die-hard supporters were very numerous, and they were almost all elites from various American industries, considering themselves the most authentic Americans.

At the same time, the fans of Clinton Hamilton’s rival, Johnson Hester, were equally fervent; most of them came from America’s lower classes, who didn’t get along with the elites, and now they were settling both new and old scores.

Even though law enforcement officers were present, the hall quickly erupted into disputes and brawls.

Lin Mo also sat in the audience, only his seat was in the 2nd-floor VIP box, which allowed him to enjoy a blood-pumping fight through the glass, a beautiful scenery during the leisure time.

The fights and quarrels did not last long; with the arrival of a large number of security personnel, the raucous auditorium slowly calmed down.

Some of the severely injured spectators were taken away, and those who deliberately provoked fights were also closely monitored by the police.

As the situation completely calmed down, the Chief Justice, dressed in a solemn uniform, walked to the center of the stage from behind the scenes, faced all the spectators, and said in a deep voice, “As we have seen, freedom and democracy are the greatest significances of America’s existence.”

“It is precisely because of such fundamental national policies that no matter what result the voters choose, we must accept it, as this is the quality every American should have.”

“I hereby officially announce that the Duke of this session of America is Johnson Hester!”

Thunderous applause erupted.

Under the watchful eyes of countless spectators, Johnson Hester, dressed in a shining suit, walked towards the stage and received the symbolic scepter representing authority and rule of law, as well as a basic book of American laws and a booklet titled “Declaration of Freedom.”

These three items were his proofs of becoming the Duke; if he could be reelected in four years, then he could continue to possess them, but if he failed to be reelected, he would be driven out of this famous palace, just like Olima today.

When the applause stopped again, it meant the official end of the election assembly.

Next was the time for interviews.

Media and journalists would surround Johnson Hester with all sorts of tricky questions, and whether he could answer them properly would be related to the world’s first impression of him as the Duke.

Although Johnson Hester was already famous, there were too many people in the world, and many did not know him.

Lin Mo sat in the 2nd-floor box, unhurriedly waiting for Hester to finish his work and then come up to find him.

For Lin Mo, nurturing the Duke of America was just the first step; his ultimate goal was to lure Chen Shanhe to America and then completely resolve this major future threat.

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Meanwhile, in Japan.

In the Capital, inside a Shanshui Manor.

In a living room decorated with Chinese-style furnishings, dressed in a Tang suit and full of vigor, Chen Shanhe was sitting cross-legged on a Luohan bed, looking at a tablet computer in his hand.

Johnson Hester!

When the Chief Justice announced the final decision of the Duke’s title, Chen Shanhe’s expression was also one of surprise.

He knew about the Johnson family and had dealt with Hester, and it was precisely because he knew them that he was even more astonished.

How could this guy become the Duke?

Would that mysterious family support a political novice?

Not only was Chen Shanhe pondering this question, but the several others around him were also equally puzzled.

In a lowered voice, Chen Ze said, “Dad, according to your instructions, I previously mobilized all our American connections to inquire about the Johnson family, but we didn’t get any particularly useful information.”