Lin Qi's words were difficult for the professor to deny.
She recalled the last two times she had seen the old man.
He would write something in his notebook, then show it to others after he finished. If anyone questioned him or voiced an objection,
he would take the pencil and jab it hard into the notebook, again and again, as if emphasizing his position and making it clear that his decision was beyond question and even more beyond change! He had snapped many pencils in half from pressing too hard, showing just how much force he had used! Perhaps... this was politics.
Not journalism.
The professor looked out at Slem, bright beneath the sunlight. The sunlight could not shine in, nor could it dispel the gloom in her heart.
After a while, she began to accept the fact. "What should I do next?"
"Of course, condemn Gladstone, then do what you need to do."
"I know this will be difficult for you. It's difficult for me too, but as I said just now, the accident has already happened."
"We need to minimize the negative impact these matters will have on us, then turn them to our advantage."
"You're a smart person. Don't do anything stupid."
If it had been someone else, Lin Qi would not have tried to guide them this way. The professor was different from the others.
She had experienced a great deal and was highly educated—
That was not to say Lin Qi was superstitious about education. He simply agreed that people with more education started from a higher point when it came to understanding problems.
That did not mean that the more educated a person was, the higher their upper limit of achievement in life would necessarily be!
Many doctors in the Federation were still