The wind in the cemetery was cool, but hidden within that cool breeze was the restlessness of summer.
Lin Qi stood before Mr. Truman's gravestone. On a sudden impulse, he had decided to come and see Mr. Truman today.
His body was slowly being devoured by microorganisms inside the coffin less than two meters beneath the ground, swelling and decaying.
Yet he had left the world—and himself—a tremendous surprise.
Who knew whether he had left behind any other contingency plans?
Lin Qi looked at the smiling photograph on the gravestone and shook his head slightly.
"You really are a mischievous little devil. You even left behind so many things."
He had said it from the heart. That letter whose contents could not be seen might have been only one of Mr. Truman's contingency plans.
He had died so simply and cleanly, but the influence he had brought and the changes he had caused were only just beginning to emerge.
When Lin Qi had said yesterday that he wanted to take a look at the letter, the president had refused. That meant the letter might contain even more.
So much more that its value was at least equal to the favor Lin Qi owed him, on top of the National Security Committee's push and other unknown arrangements.
Sure enough, it had to be you, Truman! You still won't settle down even after dying!
He reached out and patted the gravestone. "Let me help you one last time..."
Mr. Truman's targets were those capitalists. Lin Qi would once again become the sharpest spear, tearing apart every one of their defenses for him! During the lunch break, Lin Qi arranged to meet with Mr. Wo Delike.
Mr. Wo Delike and his Anke Coke Industry had entered a stable period of development.
The Federation's