Feng Zelun is 54 years old this year. At this age, he can be considered a strong and prosperous person in politics. Four years ago, as the chairman of the Kuomintang, he participated in that presidential election, but unfortunately his approval rating was only third.

By the way, in the last election, there were only three candidates.

So, he lost miserably. This time, the new Kuomintang chairman Wu Dun was preparing to participate in the election, but Feng Zelun still wanted to run for the election, so he made the decision to participate in the election as an independent.

He also knew that without party support, his chances of success would be lower because he had no resources to use. His only advantage might be his experience in the last election and some popularity. But he was unwilling to sink into it, so he gritted his teeth and did it.

Recently, he has been very busy. He has formed a campaign team, formulated a campaign program, carried out publicity on online TV, and went to the constituency to meet voters to attract votes. More importantly, he has money everywhere. Sometimes he doesn’t even have time to eat when he is busy.

The election is still a physical job. Today he took the team members in Hualien District for a whole day, visiting merchants, vegetable stall owners, local people, and their ankles were swollen.

He told himself that this is for the ideal.

When I broke up with the team members, it was already 11 o'clock late at night. The driver drove him home. Feng Zelun sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest, resting his somewhat swollen brain.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Suddenly, he felt a little cold, and he opened his eyes unconsciously. The situation that caught his eyes suddenly woke him up. This was not the way home. It was obviously a huge factory building. The factory building was extremely empty, but it was illuminated by the lights as bright as daytime. His driver was lying on the seat and fainted.

Feng Zelun's first reaction was that he was kidnapped, but who would kidnap him? He is not a mob. Could it be that he is a campaign opponent and sent the underworld in Taiwan to warn him? For a moment, Feng Zelun's mind was random.

With a 'bang', the car door was opened from outside, and a strong man in a black suit and sunglasses said, "Mr. Feng, please get out of the car, Mr. Mu, please go over and talk."

Mr. Mu, is there anyone with the surname Mu on Taiwan Road?

It is a blessing or a disaster, it is a disaster. At this point, Feng Zelun could only get out of the car with his teeth. Now it is winter. The factory is extremely empty and looks a little cold. Soon, Feng Zelun was taken to a corner of the factory, where a tea table was placed, and a man was sitting on a rattan chair with his back facing him, drinking with a cup of hot tea.

"Mr. Feng, please sit down. It's cold, have a cup of hot tea." The man said in pure Chinese.

Feng Zelun walked over and sat on the rattan chair opposite. The man in black sunglasses poured a cup of hot tea for the cup in front of Feng Zelun, and then stepped aside. Feng Zelun did not drink tea and stared at the person in front of him. This person was about thirty years old and was very handsome. His face naturally had a bit of power. When Feng Zelun saw him, he felt like he was suppressed by the other party's aura.

And he also felt that the person in front of him seemed familiar. He couldn't remember where he had seen him, but he just felt familiar.

Feng Zelun tried hard to calm himself down and said, "Who is sir, why did you bring me here, and how is my driver?"

"Your driver is fine, but he just fell into a coma for the moment. I will introduce myself first. My name is Mu Yang. I have come to you today. I want to discuss some things with you." Mu Yang blew the heat in the teacup and took another sip.

"We don't seem to know each other. You can discuss something with me, and use this method." Feng Zelun said with an unpleasant expression.

"The method is not important. Those who achieve great things do not care about the details. If you can't see anything about this, do you still want to elect the president?"

Feng Zelun became alert in his heart. It seemed that the other party was really for the presidential election. His face instantly felt a little angry and said, "Who are you? Who are you representing? Cai Wen or Wu Dun, or others, why? Do you use external tricks to me?"

Mu Yang chuckled, put down the teacup and said, "I don't represent any of them, I only represent myself. I like you, so I'm ready to invest in your election, what do you think."

Feng Zelun was stunned, "Invest in me, who do you represent? Wait, why do I feel that your accent doesn't look like a Taiwan person!"

"You guessed it, I'm not a Taiwan person, I'm from the mainland."

Feng Zelun stood up suddenly and thought of a terrible fact, that is, he was targeted by the mainland, maybe he wanted to surrender and become their spy, maybe he wanted to disrupt the election of Taiwan, or have other bigger intentions.

Looking at the person opposite again, a person suddenly popped up in Feng Zelun's mind and exclaimed: "Muyang, Muyang, I remembered that you are the star diplomat in the mainland and the Japanese ambassador Muyang, right? I have read reports about you. What are the intentions of the mainland for me? I don't want to be a spy."

I sighed and couldn't communicate well, so I could only use my means first.

Mu Yang's eyes suddenly fluttered in his eyes when he looked at Feng Zelun. Feng Zelun felt a trance, and then sat on the rattan chair, his eyes becoming dull.

Mu Yang stood up and walked to Feng Zelun, put his hand on Feng Zelun's head, silently recited the "absolute control" skill in his heart, and used the last place to absolutely control on Feng Zelun.

Why not use the mental seeds? Because the mental seeds have certain defects. The mental seeds are like a small program. Mu Yang is the one who programs. Programs what they think of and then inputs them into the other party's brain. When the right situation is right, the mental seeds will start to run.

But no matter how powerful the program is, it is impossible to think of all the situations. For example, he was planted in the mind of Japanese journalist Eiji Tanaka, which required the other party to obey his orders after receiving his call. Eiji Tanaka did not know that the person was Mu Yang.

The same is true for Shinichiro Fukuzawa. Even more often, Mu Yang uses this skill only for one-time use.

Feng Zelun woke up again, looked at Mu Yang in confusion at first, then his eyes became clear, he stood up from the rattan chair, bowed deeply to Mu Yang, and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, I was rude to you just now."

Mu Yang waved his hand and said, "It's okay, sit down and have a cup of hot tea to warm your body." Mu Yang personally poured Feng Zelun another cup of hot tea.

Feng Zelun took the cup and took a sip.

"Sir, what do you have to do, Zelun will do his best to do what he can."

Look, it's much simpler now, right?

"I will provide you with all-round support, funds, information and publicity. You just need to participate in the election according to the original campaign program. Your current task is to successfully run for the president of Taiwan."
Chapter completed!