As Vice President of Global Communication Group, Lin Qi's important partner, and his assistant at work, Conner knew some of Lin Qi's secrets that others did not.
After listening to Lin Qi explain so much about what would happen in the future, the grin on Conner's face was replaced by seriousness.
"So... we have to rely on someone else?"
Lin Qi shook his head. "I don't trust him. When we do business with other countries or companies, do we always honor our agreements?"
Whether it was the Federal Government and Blackstone Capital in the past, or Global Communication Group and Wealth Bank now, they had always been nothing more than rule-makers. At the same time, they themselves were never bound by those rules.
Many people in the Federal Union always believed that federal society was one built on contractual integrity, that everyone honored their contracts, even if it meant losing everything.
But in reality, this was nothing more than social and cultural marketing. For the sake of profit, capitalists had pushed Congress to amend legal clauses overnight to make it easier to plunder and harvest wealth. It had happened more than once or twice.
If one had to talk about contractual integrity, then it definitely existed among the lower-middle class—and even then, only passively.
After all, who could afford to sue?
If anyone could afford to take a case to court, they would never honor a contract or abide by so-called contractual integrity.
Look at those large companies and major capitals that represented the federal mainstream. Weren't they the only ones constantly suing others? As for ordinary individuals from the lower and middle classes, who among them would do that? It wasn't that they wanted to honor their contracts. The cost of breaking them was just too damn high!
Conner