To the bigwigs, nothing could ever be merely a simple, isolated incident.
When Lin Qi returned to the city that evening, a shareholder of Light of Tomorrow Investment Company invited him to a private party.
Strictly speaking, it was called a party only to cater to Lin Qi's "youth." They couldn't exactly call it a private, secret meeting or something like that.
After all, Lin Qi was still young. Using ways that catered to young people made it much easier to broach the subject.
Lin Qi readily accepted the invitation. After all, they were "one of us."
This shareholder was also an immigrant, and he was also the "key man" driving the entire affair forward.
When Lin Qi's car stopped at the villa entrance, the shareholder, a man named Scolde, came out to greet him.
"Chairman Lin Qi..." He wore a pure, kindly smile, and opened by addressing Lin Qi by his position on the Board of Directors—the Chairman of the Board.
Some people liked being addressed that way. It sounded as if it highlighted their status.
Lin Qi smiled and shook his hand. "Just call me Lin Qi. I brought a fish. It's excellent..."
An employee of Blackstone Security showed off the packaged fish he was carrying.
The fish was still breathing. It was alive, and it was one of Mr. Douglas's catches.
When visiting someone else's home, whether dropping by uninvited or coming at their invitation, one had to observe federal etiquette: never arrive empty-handed.
For a group of wealthy people, there was nothing they hadn't seen before. So compared with rarity and value, the meaning behind a gift mattered more.
Mr. Scolde said he liked the fish very much, then handed it to his deputy before inviting Lin Qi into his house.
As they entered, he fell