The capitalist world was very simple.
If you could make him money, you were his daddy.
If you stopped him from making money, you were his mortal enemy.
Lin Qi was undoubtedly the former. He was always making money alongside everyone else, and he deserved the people's cheers! There were also plenty of girls at the scene, their gazes toward Lin Qi filled with an indescribable yearning.
Slani, standing beside Lin Qi, was somewhat nervous. Although she always told herself that this was just a small occasion, she was still a little tense.
Because this time, she was the only one there.
Damn it, she was still so young, yet she had to handle all this on her own. The only thing she could do was put on her most beautiful smile.
Still, the envious and jealous looks from those little sluts restored quite a bit of her confidence. Her raised chin was like an elegant curse!
"Mr. Lin Qi, before you arrived, we were still talking about those people in Congress..."
Someone chimed in at just the right moment, and everyone burst into laughter.
Perhaps nothing made the nobles of Congress happier than seeing their work progress go poorly.
One of them.
Naturally, Lin Qi did not forget to spare everyone's dignity. "I have to thank everyone for staying in step with me."
"I said it before: this is Slem, our Slem!"
People, especially the important figures, began drawing closer to Lin Qi.
People were always eager to listen to what successful people had to say, treating their words as the truth.
When a successful person farted, it might carry special significance to others, let alone their actual words.
"Before we came to this place, what was here?"
"Ruins!"
Lin Qi pointed at the mirror-like floor beneath their feet,