At the end of March, the weather in the Federation was still bitterly cold, before the arrival of spring. But in Nagaril, the spring breeze was already brushing against people's faces.
There was not the slightest trace of chill in the cool wind. Unlike winter winds, it did not cut into people's bones and freeze their hearts.
The wind here was more like a summer breeze.
It carried a rich breath of life, and even the earthy smell of the soil had become fragrant.
"All the Nagaril People should thank you, Mr. Lin Qi!"
When he had just gotten off the ship, the mayor of Slem City had already been waiting for a long time.
Catherine had several meetings that morning and had no time to come, so the mayor of Slem City had taken the initiative to receive Lin Qi.
He had used an honorific. Federation citizens were not very accustomed to using honorifics, and he was not a pure-blooded Federation citizen.
He belonged to the second generation of half-immigrants and had already been almost completely assimilated by the Federation. Gladstone had played a major role in his becoming the mayor of Slem City this time.
After taking office, Gladstone had urgently needed staunch supporters, as well as money.
How should one put it when it came to money?
When you had it, you could not feel how important it was to you. Yet every detail of your life carried the scent of money.
But when you did not have it, you discovered that you were living in hell! The Progressive Party had its own funds, containing quite a lot of money from donations and contributions. But that money belonged to the Progressive Party, so it would be inappropriate for Gladstone to use it for personal or non-official expenses.