The plane that had just landed from the East Ocean had barely come to a stop when a motorcade pulled up beneath the boarding stairs.
Of course, no one would complain about unfairness or question whether driving a motorcade onto the tarmac posed a safety hazard, because this was Lin Qi's Private Airport.
Or rather, the Flight Research Institute's private airport.
Lin Qi's plane had no need to stop at a public airport. The gentlemen of the federal Upper Class were actually very mindful of that.
They had no moral scruples and would not refuse to use their privileges, but neither would they flaunt those privileges in front of ordinary people unless necessary! While ordinary federal citizens worshipped those above them, they also harbored some twisted resentment. So unless it was necessary, keeping one's privileges hidden was the best choice.
Better to park at a private airport than become tomorrow's newspaper headline.
The moment he stepped out of the cabin, Lin Qi saw Senator Landon waiting beneath the stairs. "Let me guess what happened."
As he walked down the stairs, he continued, "Someone didn't know my position, so you came."
Senator Landon smiled, his eyebrows twitching slightly. "You're still as accurate as ever. Is there anything you can't guess?"
Lin Qi shrugged. "I'm sorry, but no!"
With that, the two of them got into the car.
Senator Landon had indeed come to ask about Lin Qi's position. After all, in many people's eyes, Ms. Tracy was Lin Qi's person. Even if that wasn't the case, the two of them were extremely close.
The York Gang held considerable influence in Congress. Combined with Lin Qi's personal influence, Congress wanted to know Lin Qi's position before dealing with Ms. Tracy.
If his stance was firm, Congress's methods would be relatively "gentle."
But