All annihilated...
Mr. A stood in Lin Qi's office. Lin Qi had originally asked him to sit down and talk, but he hadn't sat.
As a minister wielding great power, he naturally had the right to sit in front of Lin Qi.
He hadn't told Lin Qi what Mr. Responsibility had said to him at the end—the part about Thunder potentially having a problem.
He felt that was unlikely. He knew that Thunder and Mr. Responsibility didn't get along, and he was more than happy to see such a thing happen.
So when Mr. Responsibility said that Thunder had a problem, he didn't believe it was true. Perhaps they were merely slinging mud at each other.
Until he had figured out what was going on, he wouldn't say anything.
But even though he hadn't said anything now, he still didn't really want to sit down. He needed to make a statement—to put on a show.
Lin Qi actually wasn't a mean person, nor was he a dictator or a ruler who disliked being challenged.
He was a very... easygoing person. Everyone, from the lowest levels of society to Former President Conner of the Federation, considered him an easygoing and good friend.
Basically, whenever any minister, deputy minister, or lower-ranking manager discussed work with him, Lin Qi would ask them to sit down.
The behavior of those above influencing those below was a special kind of "worship of authority." He didn't want his energetic and competitive company to eventually become an impenetrable wall between the classes.
He advocated more reasonable and fair competition, rather than rigid class relations.
Mr. A didn't want to sit down simply because it would be awkward to discuss this matter while sitting.
Lin Qi toyed with the fountain pen in his hand. The company that had