"Alright, Zhao Tienan, with your words, I can be at ease. When the time comes, I'll give you a very satisfying response."
Song Nan immediately understood what was going on, after all, he had been out and about and was good at handling social matters.
"Okay, see you later then."
Zhao Tienan squinted and smiled, everything seemed particularly profound and mysterious.
Actually, Zhao Tienan was just pulling Song Nan's leg just now.
The vote in his hand was rotten, so there's no chance he would cast it for Song Nan.
The reason is very simple; if this ambitious guy like Song Nan really became the village head, many people would be oppressed, unable to lift their heads, and even Zhao Tienan himself could be targeted for retaliation.
Such a person like Song Nan must not be given a chance to turn the tables.
Then, the two bid a simple farewell and each went their own way.