Lin Qi slowly drew a card and tossed it onto the table. "Mr. Truman was a good man."
He glanced at Conner, smiled, and nodded in greeting, indicating that he had not been alluding to him.
"He was one of the few truly virtuous people I've met. Aside from Joanna, his life wasn't affluent."
"He devoted more of his time and energy to the Federation and its people."
"At the same time, he was also my closest friend."
Lin Qi slowly drew another card—the largest one—and placed it on the table. "If that were all, it still wouldn't be enough!"
The people around the gambling table looked at the cards Lin Qi had placed down, and the Vice Minister's eyes came alive.
The Department of Justice had also been on the back foot over the Northern Industrial Group affair. The director who had "committed suicide" in a Department of Justice prison had been like a resounding slap in the face!
Every day, people in this society told everyone—especially the poor—that money wasn't everything.
They could list countless examples. Money couldn't buy love. Money couldn't buy time. Money couldn't buy life.
And people actually believed them!
They forgot that love without money was a grave, and that the moment it began, the relationship was doomed to suffer! They forgot that they were selling their time and labor for money, while capitalists only had to spend a little money to consume most of their lives on assembly lines!
They forgot the misery of medical groups refusing to provide them with treatment when they couldn't pay. They forgot that whether it was covered medication or uncovered medication, everything required money.
They forgot too many things and simply believed those statements were correct! Money wasn't everything! Compared with family, kinship, and all those supposedly