Near noon, Lin Qi was having lunch in the Presidential Palace's dining hall--
The Presidential Palace's work area had a small dining hall. Though it was called small, it could actually serve at least dozens of people.
These people were all Presidential Palace staff. At noon, they could get a free lunch here, mainly various sandwiches and a cup of coffee.
There had been tastier dishes before, but as the "taxpayers" began to flex their muscles, those exquisite dishes were eventually canceled.
The taxpayers would never let the Presidential Palace staff waste their hard-earned tax money on making sure they could eat better.
They could not even bear to eat those things themselves, so how could they let the people in the Presidential Palace squander their wealth on fine food? Lin Qi's lunch was also a sandwich: vegetables, tomatoes, sliced ham, and cheese, cut in half, along with a cup of coffee.
Everyone's lunch was like this. It was obvious that the atmosphere today was extremely oppressive.
For the staff here, their half-hour lunch break was one of the few times during the entire workday when they could relax.
They would casually exchange bits of gossip they had heard or discuss things currently being debated in society.
But today, the atmosphere was oppressive. Basically, no one was talking, and everyone was silently eating.
Suddenly, Sergeant arrived. He looked around, found Lin Qi, and walked over to sit beside him.
Lin Qi had already eaten half the sandwich. To be honest, it was rather hard to swallow. The Presidential Palace's sandwiches were packed with ingredients.
The bread was very dry, and it was whole-wheat bread at that. Being hard was bad enough, but it also scraped the throat.
That might have been one reason why they always gave every diner a