"Too many people are watching me, so I can't do this business—not for now, at least."
Lin Qi lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and leaned back against the sofa.
Vera stood behind the sofa, massaging his temples.
The Federation also had certain theories and practices regarding physical therapy. Pressing the scalp really could relieve stress and ease one's emotions.
Lin Qi was now approaching thirty. He was no longer an eighteen-year-old boy, and sometimes he felt a little tired.
Not much, but it was there.
That was the most frightening thing about the passing years!
They gave you everything you believed was most beautiful, then slowly took away everything you cherished, destroying those beautiful things right before your eyes—even your family and your own life!
Perhaps that was life: beautiful, yet cruel!
Lin Qi enjoyed the pressure and comfort brought by Vera's fingertips. He let out a soft sigh. "Besides, I drafted these regulations myself. I can't exactly lift a rock and drop it on my own foot, can I?"
"Some things are too complicated."
The Federation's capitalists were watching Lin Qi, waiting for him to reveal a weakness.
There had never been anything called "awe" in the world of capital. To a mature capitalist, the larger the opponent, the more excited they became! Only an opponent large enough could offer them room for substantial growth and evolution!
For a company valued at ten million to swallow one valued at one million was simply a waste of time to capitalists.
What they wanted was always to swallow the large with the small!
This naturally involved many methods of capital operation. The simplest were alliances and loans.
The ammunition of capital warfare had always been money, making it possible for the small to swallow the large.
As long as they