"I'm very satisfied!"
In the office of the control authority, Lin Qi patted the armrest of his chair and gave Nick a high evaluation.
"I'm very satisfied with your design. From now on, Number Six Paradise will officially be renamed 'Time Paradise.'"
"As the designer of the entire base, you will receive a position in the base's management. I hope you'll accept it."
Nick nearly let his nose touch his knees. He had bent over as far as he could, doing his best to appear more humble! "Of course, of course!"
"Mr. Lin Qi, I'm incredibly grateful that you've given me this job. I promise I'll handle everything properly!"
Lin Qi waved his hand. "There's no need to be so exaggerated. Just do your job well."
"How is construction at the research institute going?"
When another shelter came up—more precisely, the base of the research institute—Nick stood up and began explaining in detail.
He was extremely pleased with Lin Qi's arrangements and with the job he was about to receive. The management of a shelter could be called the future society's "upper class."
Unless a member of the middle class had some extraordinary stroke of luck, they would never be able to cross into that class in their lifetime!
At first glance, the middle class and the upper class did not seem very different. They all lived in villas and drove luxury cars, and were either company partners or shareholders.
But the middle class was ultimately still the middle class, not "middle-class capital."
As long as someone did not truly become a capitalist, they did not belong to the upper class.
It was like how someone might respectfully address you as sir, while you and those masters who were also called sir were two entirely different species.
But now, an