When Mr. Truman heard Lin Qi say something so "sycophantic," he couldn't help laughing.
He pointed at Lin Qi. "Looking at you reminds me of Luo Lite from Long River Epic!"
Long River Epic was a story—or, one could say, a history—centered around the river system that ran through the entirety of Gefra.
In ancient times, when technology was underdeveloped, people tended to live in places where it was convenient to draw water. As a result, many dynasties and powers arose around this river.
Long River Epic mainly told the story of a medieval dynasty, while Luo Lite was an unforgettable jester.
To a certain extent, the dynasty described in the book was destroyed by his hands. Yet he had neither stood against the dynasty nor killed the king. He had merely given the king a great many absurd suggestions!
Wasn't Lin Qi just like that right now? In this situation, shouldn't he have warned that woman, then advised the president to keep a little farther away from her?
Yet Lin Qi had said he would clean up the president's mess.
After laughing, Mr. Truman faintly understood what Lin Qi meant.
His laughter gradually faded, and he began to ponder whether this was necessary.
Without a doubt, if they handled it properly, they would at least hold a crucial card. To some extent, they could also better constrain the president's decisions in the future.
The president was easy to persuade. He did not strongly desire to have ideas of his own. He was better at listening to others, then applying their experience.
Back home and in Bu Peien, Mr. Truman often had the chance to interact with him.
He could often intervene in certain matters as the "first person to make contact" and the "last person to make contact." But