In fact, Lin Qi's words had not completely dispelled Conner's desire to stay.
Everyone had their own pursuits, and Conner was no exception.
Lin Qi had satisfied his desire for wealth, while the arrival of the apocalypse had stripped away his political ambitions. What remained was his pursuit of prestige.
More than ten years later, at seventy years old, he would have nothing left to fear. For a seventy-year-old federal man, he would have already faced the most terrifying thing in the world. At that point, the only thing he would want would be a longer life.
If he could not obtain a longer life, he would pursue another form of eternity and immortality.
Lin Qi knew that it would be difficult to convince Conner all at once, but he believed that Conner would eventually compromise.
Because he would soon realize that the world was going to be divided.
There would no longer be any concept of nations or territories. The only distinction would be between shelter numbers.
"They said they plan to reveal this news to the outside world bit by bit. I'm a little worried."
Conner's expression turned grave. "I'm worried that social order will be destroyed. Lin Qi, the Congress and your people are taking too much of a risk!"
He was worried that the poor would develop a kind of "carnival mentality" because of the impending apocalypse, much like students before summer vacation.
They had already finished their final major exam, and they had nothing left to fear! The rulers of the Federation and the entire world had used the governing wisdom refined over hundreds and thousands of years, yet they might no longer be able to suppress people's desire for true freedom! Just think about it. When a worker knew that he no longer had