Lin Qi, who had just hung up the phone, looked at the receiver in his hand and could not help shaking his head and laughing.
Mr. Truman had just called him, inviting him to dinner that evening—a family banquet.
It was not at the Presidential Palace, but at their villa. That fit the weight carried by the term "family banquet" much better.
Lin Qi could sense that this president, who had dared to launch a foreign war in the history of the Federation, was no longer quite so composed.
He was facing a group of capitalists at the very top of the Federation. Since he had personally pushed this war into existence, it would not end easily.
Someone had to bow their head.
He had already bowed once. He would not bow a second time.
The capitalists were unwilling to bow either, because bowing would mean being swallowed up by other capitalists.
The world of capital was brutally cruel. They did not even need others to swallow them up; they would disintegrate on their own.
Facing these people, Mr. Truman needed confidence—and help! The only person who could still provide him with help where the capitalists were concerned was Lin Qi.
He had to maintain his relationship with Lin Qi until the day he deemed appropriate arrived.
Nothing unexpected happened throughout the day. It was an ordinary day.
A little after five in the evening, Lin Qi selected a bottle of liquor worth roughly ten thousand dollars as a gift and drove to Mr. Truman's villa.
Joanna opened the door. This was also a very special signal!
Normally, the male host would be the one to welcome guests at a family banquet. This was a rigid and traditional part of Federation social etiquette: men held a higher social status.
But