As the moment to take the stage approached, Zhao Yishan became increasingly uneasy.
The people before him had all spoken so well, likely having prepared their speeches for months at home, yet here was Zhao Yishan, who had only decided to run for village chief the previous evening and hadn't prepared anything at all!
Zhao Yishan turned to look at Zhao Yang and noticed his son's face brimming with confidence as he said to him, "Dad, just say what I told you earlier; we are as loyal as red hearts to the sun, no bragging, no pretending; we'll speak our minds. Don't worry, I'll keep my word on anything I've said, as long as you can become the village chief, it won't be a problem!"
"Alright, that's the only option I have!" Zhao Yishan sighed and then walked towards the podium with heavy steps.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Zhao Yishan walked extraordinarily slow, each step feeling like an ordeal, his feet as heavy as if weighted with lead.
