Master of Ten Thousand Foxes
Chapter 425 - 243: The Only Green Vote, and the Timid Daisy Reborn from Dead Grass
In a brightly lit meeting room.
Bai Mo finished voting, held his disciple, rubbed its triangular ears, and suddenly noticed the silence.
He looked around and saw Tian Xinghuo next to him, covering the voting device and hesitating to press it.
Beside him, Professor Zhang and Chairman Chen Shu also frowned, pondering something.
The entire meeting room, both front and back rows, was silent; no one spoke or whispered, everyone was deep in thought.
Occasionally, there was the sound of sleeves brushing against the tabletop or someone coughing.
Bai Mo had a strange expression...
"Everyone is thinking, and I voted so quickly?
"Doesn’t that make it seem like I didn’t take this vote seriously?"
He covered the voting device again, pretending he hadn’t voted yet.
At that moment, Wu Jianxian on the screen began to speak again.
"Hahaha!
"I believe each of us feels the weight of this vote in our hands.
"That’s why our voting procedure is set to be a bit more flexible.
"This voting device can be pressed multiple times.
"Only the last press counts.
"Everyone can change the vote they’ve already cast."
What?
This kind of vote can be changed?
In Bai Mo’s arms, Moon Tail stared at the voting device... the voting device looked substantial, and its Fox Claw wanted to press it once to feel the texture... but in the end, it was just a thought.
Foxes are very cunning!
It could read the atmosphere in the room, understanding that whether it’s voting or changing the vote, whether it’s the red button or the green one, it’s a serious matter, not something to be taken lightly.
On the screen, Wu Jianxian continued speaking in a relaxed and gentle tone.
"If we forgo the upcoming Primordial Immortal Qi competition, we can invest all of our current resources into existing endeavors, into today, into societal stability and safety, protecting every citizen, and defending against every darkness.
"If we choose to participate in the Primordial Immortal Qi competition, we might need to allocate some resources into a potential bottomless pit with no return, we might alter some balances, and might face more difficulties, setbacks, and unforeseen dangers.
"But we might gain a glimmer of hope... perhaps we can seize a bit of Primordial Immortal Qi, achieve some research results, ignite small sparks to light up tomorrow amidst the darkness."
Wu Jianxian’s words were quite abstract.
But everyone present could understand.
This is a matter of path selection.
Maintain the current direction, investing all resources in protecting societal stability?
Or allocate some resources to compete for Primordial Immortal Qi, research its storage, development, and utilization, pursue the slightest possibility, hoping to develop a powerful enough weapon to counter the Ancient Immortals?
Professor Hong Anxi in the back subconsciously glanced forward, wanting to see how Bai Mo voted, intending to follow Bai Mo. After all, their ongoing Mycelium Healing Patch project and the soon-to-start Brain-eating Vine project were both following Expert Bai Mo. Future papers and prospects rested on Expert Bai Mo.
But Bai Mo covered the voting device, so he couldn’t see...
"Uh..."
He lowered his head, looking at his elderly belly, the wrinkled skin on the back of his hand... Undoubtedly, if choosing to compete for Primordial Immortal Qi, their workload as researchers would increase, overtime would grow, pressure would intensify, and rest would diminish. Additionally, threats and assassinations from the Ancient Immortals would increase.
He had heard about a prior surgery to remove a blood scab from the cerebral cortex that encountered a major accident. Over ten top experts nearly perished, becoming Ancient Immortal’s mincemeat.
After much contemplation, he covered the voting device, his old fingers trembling as they reached inside.
...
Professor Li Fangming at this moment recalled the attack incident at the Immortal Grass Building, recalling the red smoke filling the corridors, and the assassins who wrapped themselves around trees to perish outside the window. Even recalling it now, the scene still sent a chill down his spine!
If choosing to compete for Primordial Immortal Qi and clash with the Ancient Immortals, will such assassinations become more frequent?
Surviving such assassinations would be entirely dependent on luck.
If luck is good, saved by a big shot, then you survive.
If luck is bad, and the big shot doesn’t notice, then you’re done for.
Your life hangs by a thread, so to speak.
After much contemplation, he gritted his teeth, furrowed his brow, covered the voting device, and his chubby fingers also reached up.
...
Committee Member Gu Lin sat in the back row, also lost in thought.
He had dealt with many big and small incidents, grown accustomed to seeing injuries, seeing spurting blood, and shattered bodies.
Protecting the people and fighting against the Ancient Immortal Disciples was already bloody, dangerous, and arduous enough. If it was a direct conflict with the Ancient Immortals over resources, then the path ahead for him and his Immortal Technique Committee members would undoubtedly be more severe and brutal.
Inevitably, more black-and-white photographs might be sent to families of colleagues in the future.
After much contemplation, he covered the voting device, and his calloused and scarred fingers reached over.
...
Tian Xinghuo smacked his lips, furrowed his brow, tilted his head.
Snatching Primordial Immortal Qi?
Wouldn’t that put us directly at odds with the Ancient Immortals?
Facing the Ancient Immortals in dreams, how will they treat us?
He sighed, covered the voting device, looked around, and extended his finger, pressing a vote with a "click" sound.
...
Professor Zhang was momentarily absent-minded.
He didn’t have a clear perception of the Immortal Techniques of the Ancient Immortals.
But he had witnessed the Immortal Techniques of the West State’s backend boss multiple times, knowing the true appearance of the world’s most terrifying and mysterious Immortal Techniques.