The next morning, in a park outside Bu Peien's ring road, Lin Qi saw the Chairman of the Conservative Party Committee.
He was sitting on a park bench like an ordinary old man, holding a paper bag filled with bread.
Every so often, he took out some crumbs and tossed them onto the ground in front of him.
Quite a few gray pigeons had already gathered in the open space before him.
The pigeons constantly shifted their positions as he scattered the crumbs. Sometimes, a few of them cooed and attacked the others in an attempt to monopolize more food.
In a corner of the park that morning, the old man and the pigeons looked natural and harmonious. No one would have guessed that the old man held such a prominent position.
Lin Qi hunched his shoulders. His private security officer nodded at him, indicating that the area had already been secured and was completely safe.
Only then did he get out of the vehicle and enter the park.
A vagrant saw Lin Qi, dressed in refined clothes, enter the park and wanted to follow him inside.
Life was difficult for vagrants these days.
Ever since the Federal Government introduced the Public Facilities Encroachment Tax, vagrants had to pay extra taxes as well.
The police would randomly select vagrants they encountered on the streets and make them show their tax returns and tax payment certificates from the previous quarter.
If they could not produce them, they would be sent to temporary prisons specifically built to house vagrants—
These temporary prisons were called prisons, but they were actually factories.
The factories had been contracted out to capitalists. After entering, the vagrants had to work twelve-hour days at high intensity, earning only a small income.
They had to pay their outstanding taxes