On Monday, Senator Landon came to his new office and wiped down the desk.
This was originally something his assistant would have done, but Senator Landon, who had climbed up from the bottom, had always insisted on doing it himself.
He did this to constantly remind himself not to forget where he had come from.
It was very important.
It was even more important than anything else. After all, he was not a "master" in the truest sense of the word.
Just look at the masters in the other offices!
Aside from the York Gang, which consisted of people without any background, the other senators basically came either from Political Families or from the capitalist factions.
They had stood at other people's finish lines from the moment they were born. They could enter the office at ten in the morning, sit in a leather chair with their feet propped up on the desk,
then light a cigarette, pick up a newspaper, and waste time aimlessly in the sunlight.
Because they were masters—masters in the truest sense of the word!
Even if they did nothing, power would not abandon them. They would remain members of the Federal Government's unspeakably powerful ruling class.
Senator Landon, however, had clawed his way up from the bottom. Aside from Lin Qi, he had no power to rely on.
The York Gang, or those capitalists who had good relations with him in private, had all been benefits built on the foundation of "I'm one of Master Lin Qi's people."
Once Lin Qi abandoned him, all of those things would leave him as well.
Therefore, he had to remain vigilant at all times and warn himself that it was not yet time to enjoy life! At nine o'clock, he personally wiped the desk, personally swept the floor,