The Federal Presidential Palace had descended into chaos! An important city had fallen, and stock prices had plunged another three percent, almost catching up with the dive during the Great Depression.
The President had summoned Lin Qi first thing in the morning. He wanted to lose his temper, but he could not bring himself to do it.
He knew one thing very clearly: he did not have many days left in office.
Once he lost his identity as president, Lin Qi could deal with him in just a few words.
As for Lin Qi, no matter how things changed, he would remain a famous federal entrepreneur and tycoon! He would be the same twenty years from now, thirty years from now, and even fifty years from now! The President could only suppress his discontent and lower his voice as much as possible, but he still could not hide the anger in it.
"Mr. Lin Qi, you ruined what we agreed on!"
Lin Qi felt a little awkward too. He was sitting in the chair opposite the President's desk instead of on the sofa.
This was one way the President expressed his displeasure.
He pressed the tips of his index fingers together and rested them naturally on his thighs. As he began speaking, his hands parted slightly in a helpless gesture. "I didn't want this either, Mr. President."
"We all thought their goal was to loot the city's wealth, but who could have imagined that they would occupy City Hall and demand negotiations with us?"
"If you had warned me sooner, perhaps things wouldn't have become this bad!"
Lin Qi was not shirking responsibility. He was using this way of putting things to tell the President that this was not entirely his fault.
After all, what the two of them had