When the shareholders meeting ended, a group of "foreigners" had helped part of the ruling class of the New Nagaril Federation decide their own fate.
It was hilarious.
But not quite that funny.
It was like someone reaching into your armpit and tickling you twice. You did want to laugh, but your mood was terrible.
As for how the laws of the Mid-Eastern Region of Nagaril should be formulated and enforced, that would require several more meetings.
The Federal Government controlled everything from behind the scenes, but it would never step forward and say, "You have to do this." That would not fit the Federal Government's international image! It had never interfered in the internal affairs of other countries, so how could it build "a country above a country" within another nation?
Of course, it would not tell you, "You have to do this," but it would tell you, "This won't do."
Only after everything had been constructed according to its wishes would it tacitly allow the matter to enter the practical stage.
That evening, after Lin Qi finished watching the Evening News, he thought it over again and again before calling Gardon.
Gardon had cooperated closely with Lin Qi while serving as a councilor. He was a very sensible young man—easy to work with, sensible, and aware of the need for respect. After thinking it over, Lin Qi decided he should ask for Gardon's opinion.
The call connected quickly.
The war had ended, and people had already begun returning from the wilderness to the cities. Some of those who had migrated west had also returned to the cities where they had originally lived.
Gardon was arranging for people to clean up his house.
In truth, the territory Lin Qi controlled lay on the edge of the war. Some of