The Referee Strikes
On Tuesday morning at 9:45, Lin Qi arrived at the Capitol Building. Guided by a staff member, he entered a spacious meeting room.
By then, the members of the Federal Congress were already seated in their lofty places—
The seats of these members of Congress were noticeably higher than the others. They claimed this was so they could see everyone's attitudes more clearly, but many believed it was merely a symbol of their desire to display their special status.
One high, one low—just like the class differences in society.
There were always people who shouted about freedom and equality while sitting high above everyone else! There were not many spectators present. This was not a public hearing, and ordinary citizens were not allowed to attend.
Aside from members of Congress, those permitted to attend included members of both parties and some invited guests.
Moreover, attending this hearing as a spectator was, in a sense, an expression of support for the person being challenged! So even if some people knew about the hearing and had time to attend, they would not take the initiative to show up.
They would wait until the hearing ended, then ask others about it and learn the final result.
Some people had already arrived when Lin Qi entered, and he had never seen quite a few of them before.
But whether they had met him or not, and whether they knew him or not, they all greeted Lin Qi warmly.
Were they good people? No. They were merely showing respect—or even fawning—because of his wealth! Lin Qi found a relatively secluded spot and sat down. His attitude told everyone else that he did not want to chat.
People were sometimes foolish, but sometimes they were clever as well. At the very least, they