Summary of the previous chapter: Only eight members came, so Ma Xiaoquan naturally wanted to punish the two members who didn't come...
"Well, what the deacon said makes sense. Indeed, although we people were not happy to come at first, the deacon did his best to accommodate us along the way. We are very happy. Mr. deacon, you are right.
, Those who didn’t come are indeed not of the same mind as us... Let’s vote for this.”
"Yeah yeah......"
Ma Xiaoquan waved his hand: "Thank you for your understanding. Well, I, Ma Xiaoquan, am not a dictatorial person. All members who came today have the right to decide the ownership of the two people who did not come. Should they continue to stay in my club?
It will be up to you to decide whether your membership rights will be revoked or not." After Ma Xiaoquan finished speaking, he clapped his hands together, and a beautiful woman walked out from behind the screen.
Everyone was shocked when they saw the woman's appearance, but soon they regained their composure.
Of course, this is just a restoration of calm on the surface, because this woman is none other than the Beiming girl who has been following the deacon recently.
Although some people had their thoughts on this Beiming girl, before they could take action, they were inexplicably taught several times.
Anyone with a discerning eye can guess who did this, but no one dares to say it, firstly because there is no evidence, and secondly, even if they find evidence, they don't dare to mess with it.
Bei Mingxue walked up to everyone with a small wooden box. Ma Xiaoquan stood up and said with a smile: "Everyone, there are nine pieces of paper in it. Well, I'll take one first...the same piece of paper.
Long and short, each of you take one. If you feel that the two people who didn't come have no right to become members of my heaven and earth, just tear the paper in your hand into a small hole. Well, this is anonymous, so everyone tear it up.
Please keep it confidential when doing so.”
The eight people looked at each other, each person reached out and pulled out a piece of paper from the small wooden box, then put their hands into their long sleeves and began to tinker with it.
Everyone moves in the same way, and no one can see the length of the note in anyone's hand.
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and looked at everyone, then he personally asked for a cloth bag.
The pocket was so big that it was impossible for an adult to reach the bottom of the pocket even if he stretched his arm completely. Ma Xiaoquan shook the pocket and said to everyone: "Everyone, you can safely throw the notes you have compiled into my pocket."
, you must have seen the size of the pocket, well, your arms are not long enough to touch the bottom of the pocket, that is to say, no matter who throws it first and who throws it last, you can't touch the note dropped by others."
As soon as Ma Xiaoquan said these words, the eight members present nodded in approval.
It was Mr. Huang who stood up first, reached into his pocket, and threw his note in.
Ma Xiaoquan shook his pocket and shook the note inside into the bottom of the bag.
Later, two more members came up and threw their notes...
Three of the eight people had already voted, and the other five looked at each other, as if they were still hesitant.
A member suddenly asked: "Deacon, can I give up?"
Ma Xiaoquan frowned, then smiled and nodded: "Of course you can give up, but if you give up, then the people present will naturally know the results of your vote. If those two people have any complaints, I am afraid they will also directly
I’m looking for your reasoning.”
"Uh, this..."
Ma Xiaoquan suggested: "You don't have to worry. No one knows who voted for the note in this pocket. After the five of you have voted, I will open it on the spot to verify the quantity. No matter what the result is, no one knows
, Of course, unless the voters themselves tell those two people, well, of course, maybe what the voters told is also a lie. People's hearts are so different..."
The five people looked at each other again, and then one of them stepped out first, gritted his teeth and said: "What the deacon said makes sense, but you can't see it anyway. No matter what you throw, no one will see it. Hum, then
OK, then I’ll vote.”
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and opened the bag. The man hesitated for a moment, then put his hand into the bag.
In less than a few breaths, the man had already pulled his hand out, and no one could see whether the note he threw into his pocket was long or short.
With one person taking the lead, the remaining four members no longer hesitated. The four of them put their hands into their pockets one after another and cast their vote.
After the eight people voted, Ma Xiaoquan smiled and handed his pocket to one of them, then took out his note and said: "This is my note vote. Please take a look. It looks exactly like the one everyone got, okay.
, now I have to hide a little bit." After saying that, Ma Xiaoquan curled up the note into his sleeve and started tinkering with it.
After a while, Ma Xiaoquan smiled and put his hand into the bag, then relaxed it and threw his note into the bag.
After all the nine slip votes have been cast, it will be time to open the votes.
For the sake of fairness, Ma Xiaoquan invited eight people to shake out the tickets from the bag.
The eight people were all smart people. They all understood what Ma Xiaoquan meant by Ma Xiaoquan's invitation, so the eight people did not hesitate. They all stepped forward, assisted Ma Xiaoquan, and shook out the notes and tickets one by one.
"The first short ticket"
"Second ticket, short ticket..."
"The third one...hasn't moved"
"The fourth one...hasn't moved"
"The fifth...short ticket...the sixth, short ticket...the seventh, not moved...the eighth...
...didn’t move…”
Eight votes were shaken out in a row, and the result was a tie of four to four. The last vote will decide whether the two members will stay or not.
The eight people looked at Ma Xiaoquan, who shrugged and said, "Don't look at me, everyone. My tickets are mixed with everyone else's. They are all the same note. In other words, no one knows whose note was left."
At the end, okay, don’t hesitate, just keep driving..."
The eight people nodded and shook their cloth bags carefully.
The last note slowly fell out. Mr. Huang quickly picked up the note that had fallen on the ground and took a look at it. Then he compared it with the previous tickets and announced loudly: "
This ticket is a short-term ticket."
A short vote means that the final voting result is five to four, and it also means that the two members who did not come have their membership cancelled.
Ma Xiaoquan nodded expressionlessly and said to the eight people: "The voting results are very fair. Do you have any objections?"