In a sense, the election had already ended around late October or early November.
After that, the results of the opinion polls and the final survey would not change much. They would basically remain evenly matched.
From now until October, only half a year remained. That was actually a rather pressing amount of time.
Mr. Truman could hardly attend to all this himself, so he could only entrust Lin Qi with taking a look.
Lin Qi readily took on the responsibility.
The car started, and the two of them remained silent.
After a while, Mr. Truman raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "Find a restaurant. Let's eat something first."
The car soon stopped at a private establishment—a restaurant that did not open to the general public.
There were places like this all over Bu Peien. Capitalists could not possibly discuss matters involving the transfer of benefits with politicians in full view of the public.
Sometimes, their relationship was not close enough for either party to invite the other to their home. In that case, finding a sufficiently private and secure place became necessary.
These establishments charged exorbitant fees, and having money alone was not enough to get in. They were usually membership-only.
The two entered a room. The chef quickly served an exquisite meal and then left.
There was only one table in the room, with the two of them seated beside it.
"Do you think Lehmer will lean toward us?" Mr. Truman asked as he ate the delicious food.
He already had an idea in mind. He just needed some affirmation, some certainty.
He appeared focused on the food in front of him, but his attention was actually on Lin Qi.
As he worked his knife and fork, Lin Qi gave a slight shake of his head.