Lin Qi was busy.
How busy was he? He had just returned home from Gladstone's estate when the leader of the Working Group came knocking.
Lin Qi was going to support him in becoming Speaker, and the temptation was enormous. He had no way to refuse.
After all, it was all for the Federation and its people. He was willing to shoulder this heavy responsibility.
After returning from Nagaril this time, there had been some discord in the Senate.
Before they left, everyone had claimed they were prepared for failure.
After all, Congress's attempt to forcefully increase its control over a state was, in itself, rather improper.
If Congress could interfere in the affairs of state governments, what need was there for state governments? They might as well let Congress manage everything directly! All they could do was interfere in the governments of certain regions through roundabout means, such as targeted administrative committees.
They then dressed up this interference as "guidance," making the officials in charge of the lower-level governments look like idiots who could do nothing on their own.
Their target this time had been Lin Qi, so they had prepared themselves for failure.
But once they had truly failed, some people in Congress still made strange remarks in private.
For example, they questioned the leader's personal ability. They ignored Slem's specific circumstances and environment at the time and focused only on his inability to break through the deadlock.
It was as if replacing him with a pig would have been enough to complete the mission! The atmosphere was terrible. In truth, no one intended to make an issue of this failure, but it was still a stain.
As a politician, the fewer stains one had, the better.
He could feel his authority declining, and that was not a