Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 980 - 890: A Display of Power After Dismounting

Chapter 980: Chapter 890: A Display of Power After Dismounting

On the stage, the expressions of several chairpersons and vice chairpersons varied.

The most relaxed amongst them must be Rilinov.

When Wang Ye’s gaze fell on him, Rilinov nodded, indicating that his side’s work was already done and everything would definitely be fine.

Grezlov and Krov, however, looked rather grave, both furrowing their brows and propping up their cheeks, evidently deep in thought.

Wang Ye swept his gaze around and then turned to check the vote count.

Approximately two hundred votes had already been tallied, and the numbers for and against were very close, 102 to 97!

It was really hard to say whether the motion could pass or not.

However, if the vote count continued to be this tight, then whether it passed or not, Wang Ye’s goal would have been achieved.

At worst, during the next vote, he could just have his faction members cast a few more votes in favor, and that would settle it...

Everything was within his control!

This vote’s results were also subtly signaling to the Kremlin that the current Duma could not be underestimated!

...

Medvedev might have been the most nervous person in the entire hall, sweating profusely as the staff announced each opposing vote.

He took a paper napkin out of his suit’s inner pocket and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Being nominated had genuinely surprised him.

Of course, as a politician, he indeed aspired to climb higher, and the Prime Minister position was the best opportunity!

If he could be successfully elected, he would then be one of the few notable figures in the political arena.

Whether within his faction or in the high ranks of the political arena, no one could overlook him anymore!

What’s more, Medvedev could clearly sense that since the Kremlin had given him this chance, they had high expectations for him.

Perhaps, in a few years...

Of course, thinking too much now was useless; he had to take care of the issue at hand first...

As the votes were counted one by one, the numbers for and against continued to rise alternately.

139:128

153:167

184:183...

Medvedev’s complexion fluctuated between hope and despair, occasionally a smile would start to form, but as a series of opposing votes came in, it would freeze on his face.

In the conference hall, many congressmen began discussing the situation.

"Hehe, looking at it this way, the vote probably won’t pass."

"It shouldn’t pass in the first place! What qualifications does this youngster have to hold a cabinet position? Isn’t he just relying on being a junior to that person, trying to push him up? Look what happened, backfired, didn’t it."

"Shh... keep it down, just say this kind of thing in private. We’re not casting votes in favor because we don’t think he’s fit for the position, there’s no other reason."

"Something seems off, though. If the Kremlin dares to nominate Medvedev, don’t they have enough assurance to get the nomination approved? How could this happen..."

Some were watching the drama unfold with glee, while others expressed their puzzlement—the atmosphere on the Duma side was much more relaxed.

Some congressmen discussed the Kremlin without any reservations, saying whatever they wanted, and not worrying about any backlash or retribution.

After all, everyone was elected by the voters with their votes!

If they really had no greater aspirations, then indeed, they could ignore anyone’s face!

What about the chairpersons, the Kremlin? I simply oppose, what can you do to me...

In fact, most of the time, the Kremlin indeed had no good way of dealing with opposition congressmen.

They couldn’t blatantly turn against them, how would that look to the international community?

...

Amidst everyone’s discussions, the vote counting was nearing its end.

220:223!

Only seven votes remained, yet the number of opposing votes was three higher than those in favor!

Medvedev was dripping with sweat by now but was too preoccupied to wipe it off, straining his ears to listen to the vote counter.

Of the last seven votes, if two more opposing votes appeared, then this vote would be deemed a failure...

On the stage, Wang Ye’s eyebrows also furrowed.

Because this voting turn of events was beyond his expectations.

Yesterday, Gavriil had spoken with him, subtly informing Wang Ye that The first faction would contribute roughly eighty votes in favor.

With the sixty votes from Rilinov’s side and his own faction’s one hundred votes, that made two hundred and forty votes!

Even if there was some variability in The first faction and Rilinov’s side, with about ten fewer votes, it should still result in two hundred and thirty votes in favor, ensuring Medvedev’s "passing" the vote.

But now, the variability seemed a bit too much...

The question was, with which faction did the problem lie?

This was what Wang Ye most wanted to know!

Perhaps Medvedev would still receive close to two hundred and thirty favorable votes, but the missing votes from the plan were always a hidden danger.

Because this meant that certain congressmen had other intentions; they had promised Gavriil, Rilinov, or perhaps Wang Ye, that they would cast votes in favor, but in truth, they had voted against!

These individuals, to put it seriously, were betrayers to the faction, insiders!

If they were from within Wang Ye’s faction, then they had to be rooted out to prevent future problems.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye started to feel a headache again; managing affairs within the faction was quite a hassle.

It was different from managing a company. With a company, whether it’s executives or regular employees, it’s an employment relationship.

If he, as the boss, feels displeased with someone, he could simply dismiss them.

But it was entirely different with a faction, especially those who were already Duma Members, the core personnel within the faction, influential in certain regions or industries.