Everyone had their own opinion about becoming president.
Ordinary people from the lower and middle classes would find it interesting, because in their eyes, the Federal President was not a symbol of responsibility, but a symbol of power.
This meant that in the minds of the public, the president was a role that could enjoy power, rather than one that had to shoulder responsibility for a nation's rise and fall.
They did not think about "what kind of ability is needed to wield power." At least, in their own eyes, if they could truly become the president of a country, they would at least not be bad presidents.
They would not be like those dictators and make a complete mess of the country. They would improve the working conditions of the lower classes and raise people's living standards...
They had plenty of ideas, and they never felt that this role would be difficult to handle! But Mr. Truman had many factors to consider—so many that... they were difficult to count.
He knew that sitting in this position would bring him far more than power. It would bring even greater responsibility.
Every time the Federation faced a choice, it would take a different path, and the future would continue to change.
Countless choices would eventually become the Federation's past, present, and future.
That was actually terrifying.
Because no one knew whether one of their choices would lead the Federation down a road toward destruction. The responsibility was too heavy. Even at that moment, Mr. Truman could not be certain that he was the person the Federation needed.
No one spoke. Lin Qi was waiting for Mr. Truman to make a decision, while the latter's mind was in chaos.
The domestic situation before him, the international situation not far away, and the