On the weekend, the Bowling President called Lin Qi.
Come to think of it, the Bowling President was already very old. He could barely stand anymore and had been confined to a wheelchair.
There had been rumors toward the end of last year that he had nearly died and only survived after a lengthy rescue effort.
Lin Qi did not know the specifics. Although, in a moral sense, the Bowling President could be considered the one who had discovered Lin Qi's "mentor," neither Lin Qi nor the man himself was particularly enthusiastic about the "honor" people talked about.
The Bowling President knew very well that, not to mention the fact that he was no longer president—even if he were still the Federation's president, he would not have much confidence in front of Lin Qi.
"Do you have any work arrangements next Wednesday?"
His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, as if he could not muster much strength.
Lin Qi recalled his schedule and gave him a definite, positive answer. "I'm free after dinner on Wednesday."
The Bowling President's voice became a little more spirited. "There's an opera that evening. Let's go see it together."
"Who else will be there?"
"People from the Big Five Banks."
Lin Qi said nothing. He did not really want to meet with people from the Big Five Banks right now, although their cooperation had always been quite pleasant before.
But that was how capital worked. When cooperation brought benefits and profits, they became as close as family and would even take the initiative to consider one another's interests for the sake of stability.
Yet once cooperation stopped generating profits, or even harmed one side's interests, they would instantly go their separate ways, making further cooperation difficult.
Lin Qi's relationship with the banking industry was somewhat