"Then... there shouldn't be any major problems."
The mayor made an inviting gesture, and Lin Qi took a ten-cent pen and drew a circle on a map that had probably cost less than a dollar.
He drew it casually—not a perfectly round circle, but a hasty doodle. Yet this one circle would solve the problem of many jobs for society in the future and promote economic development.
They might not be worth much, but the people who used them were extraordinary, which gave them special attributes.
The mayor glanced at it. "No problem. I'll have someone send the relevant documents to the place you specify as soon as possible. Or would you rather pick them up?"
"Leave my office number with you when the time comes. I'll have someone collect them." Lin Qi placed a business card on the table and pushed it over.
The business card was made of linen paper and had undergone some special processing. A ring of pure gold trimmed its edges, ensuring that the cross-section of the paper would not peel up after repeated friction.
This also made the card surprisingly heavy.
There was only one telephone number on it, with nothing else—not even Lin Qi's name.
But if one looked closely at the gold trim, they would see a small row of Lin Qi's name on the roughly two-millimeter-wide border. It was a new process, formed as a single piece.
The mayor treated the business card unusually. He "respected" it, because it represented more than just an object—it also carried a meaning that was difficult to describe clearly.
At the very least, Lin Qi did not oppose establishing closer ties with him. Otherwise, Lin Qi would have had him send the things to a designated location.
That would have avoided further contact between them