Ains Grey Stone Palace
The rays of the morning sun descended from the firmament, passing through the dense city and narrow air rail tracks, through the tightly closed windows, falling into the bright reception room.
The elderly man sitting on the sofa looked at the upright middle-aged man walking in, stood up, extended his hand, and shook hands with the middle-aged man, "Welcome, President Kemingda."
"Mr. President, you're joking," Kemingda hurriedly said, "right now, you are the President, and I am just the President-elect."
"The electors from the various cities have already finished voting now," the elderly man smiled as he gazed at Kemingda, "you are already confirmed as the next President, I'm merely keeping the seat warm for you."
"But anyway," Kemingda smiled and said, "you are still the current President."
"Hahaha, you rascal, you're even slicker than I imagined," the elderly man shook his head, "let's not talk about this,"
