Lin Qi was leaving.
Mr. Jieluno watched Lin Qi go, utterly unsure how to retain him, much less how to convince him to stay. He realized that neither he nor the president was what Lin Qi wanted, leaving him at a loss for what to use as leverage.
You had to have something others wanted before you could obtain what you wanted. The exchange did not have to be completely equal, but at the very least, both sides had to find it acceptable.
But now, he was the one asking Lin Qi for help, and there was nothing Lin Qi absolutely needed or wanted. He could no longer say anything.
It was not that he could not speak. He simply understood that saying anything would accomplish very little.
If he "forcefully" tried to make Lin Qi stay, it was not impossible. But by then, Lin Qi would demand an exorbitant price.
He would ask Mr. Jieluno to pay things he could not afford or give up things he could not bear to lose. Rather than preserve an awkward situation, it was better not to do that in the first place.
Watching Lin Qi leave decisively without slowing down at all, Mr. Jieluno pulled his clothes tighter around himself. He had gained nothing from this.
As soon as Lin Qi returned home, he called Mr. Truman and told him about his meeting with Mr. Jieluno.
Mr. Truman still knew nothing about it, but at that moment, he realized how serious the situation was.
Within just a few minutes, the news had alarmed the core figures of the Federation's entire upper class. Even the president, who had already been lying in bed watching television, had no choice but to put on a robe and enter his office.
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