Even though the Imperial District had several hundred thousand Imperial people, few among them actually had voting rights and the right to vote.
But now he understood, those twenty thousand votes weren't all from the Imperial District.
After returning to the Mayor, he immediately went to see the Mayor. He was no longer young, but when facing the younger Mayor, you couldn't see the respect that his age deserved.
Of course, he himself didn't demand any respect.
"I've already met with Lance. Lance agreed to two proposals, but he stated he wouldn't deal with the Red High Heels business," he had been standing by the door since entering.
The room's decoration wasn't luxurious, but it was far from shabby.
There was a simple sofa, and opposite the Mayor's desk were three chairs, but the Mayor had no intention of inviting Mr. Jiobaf to sit, and he himself didn't take the initiative.