The leaders of the Labor Union, who were plotting to win over more supporters, were watching television as well. They watched Lin Qi give that answer, and every one of them felt their head buzzing.
A capitalist actually said that... increasing rest time and counting it as work hours was... a good thing? The Labor Union President scratched at the scant hair on his head. Inflammation on his scalp sent a few flakes drifting down, but no one noticed. Even if they had, they would not have cared.
This was not something that had started only yesterday.
"Maybe this time, we can get Lin Qi to stand on our side..." he said jokingly.
The people around him... were laughing on the surface, but inwardly, they were somewhat tempted.
"Let's see what he says next..."
someone suggested.
The room fell silent again. On the television, Lin Qi was smiling confidently, while Momo, sitting across from him, had clearly not been prepared for this either.
She looked as if something had frightened her. She even turned to face the camera and explained, "This isn't in our script. Mr. Lin Qi never needs one of those, so I was surprised too."
There really was no script or prepared lines. Lin Qi's interviews were highly spontaneous and unpredictable, and that was one of the reasons people paid attention to his programs.
Some media outlets believed Lin Qi's approach did indeed please the audience, but it also increased the risks to the program itself. If he said something inappropriate, it could very well cause serious losses for the show.
But the people who liked him truly liked him, especially the ordinary citizens.
At that moment, he was no longer a figure defined by labels. He was not "the tycoon Lin Qi" or "the philanthropist Lin