"Some people are fleeing, while others are uneasy. They actually don't understand anything."
Mr. Truman released the horizontal blind slat he had pulled slightly out of shape and turned to look at Lin Qi, who was sitting in a chair.
He walked back to the desk, picked up the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and handed it to Lin Qi. "Thanks for everything these past few days..."
On the border, everything seemed to be over, but no one understood how much had been sacrificed better than Mr. Truman.
He was furious.
But now was not the time for him to vent his anger. He had to wait until the President had completely moved out of the Presidential Palace and he had moved in before he could unleash all that fury.
Lin Qi lit the cigarette, took a drag, and crossed his legs as he looked at Mr. Truman with an amused yet inscrutable smile. "Helping you is the same as helping myself."
It sounded like a modest statement, but it was also the most accurate description of the situation.
Lin Qi had invested so much money in Mr. Truman that if he lost the election, all of Lin Qi's previous investment would go down the drain.
Let alone wiping out a few invaders to help Mr. Truman win the election—even if it meant launching an invasion, Lin Qi would do so without hesitation.
Mr. Truman understood what Lin Qi meant. He smiled and did not continue rambling on the subject. Neither of them was fond of wasting words.
"Some people are still refusing to settle down. Before I actually take control of the government, there are some things that aren't easy to handle. You'll have to keep an eye on them for me."
"Things will be fine once this