A Chapter Without a Title Again

Lending money to Nagaril to complete its infrastructure development was not a spur-of-the-moment idea for Lin Qi, nor was it an impulsive act.

Once the Federal society recognizes Nagaril as a "blood bank" that can help the Federal recover, large numbers of Federal explorers, gold prospectors, speculators, tycoons, banks, and the like will soon flock to the place.

Whether going in or out, a well-developed transportation system is indispensable, making road construction a top priority.

It is clear that the Nagaril government is unwilling to build roads; if they were willing, they would have done so long ago, given the low cost of local labor.

They were unwilling to repair it, nor did they have the money to do so, but that wouldn't be a problem for Lin Qi. He would lend money to the people of Nagaril to repair it, and not only him, but many more people would invest money, including banks and conglomerates.

It's not just a simple highway being built; they're also building canals and railways...

A massive construction project is about to begin across Nagaril, but behind all of this lies not a bright prospect of helping Nagaril achieve common development.

Neil, sitting opposite Lin Qi, hesitated for a long time before saying with some concern, "I don't think they can repay the money. If you're sure you want to lend them the money, you might as well consider doing some other business!"

He then explained, "I'm not saying this business is bad, it's just that the risks might be too high."

"Moreover, they are the local government, and if they shamelessly default on their debts, it will become a disaster!"

During this time, Neil was exposed to many things he had never encountered before, and his understanding of the world was growing rapidly, but he obviously still had a long way to go to reach Lin Qi's level.

He saw the risks and understood the potential benefits, but he lacked the means to avoid them.

This is the biggest gap between the lowest-level merchants and the Upper Class class—their "methods" are limited.

This is a very obvious social phenomenon. When a person at the bottom of society encounters problems that they cannot solve on their own, they are powerless to help due to the social class and social circle they come into contact with, and ultimately can only seek help from the media or the government.

However, this approach is neither clever nor effective, as both the government and the media exhibit certain biases.

When people plead for something that would harm their own interests, their voices are drowned out by noise.

But the Upper Class class is different; they have ways to solve problems and deal with the people who create them.

Even if they cannot solve the problem themselves, their networks can provide them with convenient methods and means.

Lin Qi shrugged indifferently and tilted his head. "If they could pay me back, I wouldn't be doing this business. What I want is for them to be unable to pay, but to pretend I don't know about the situation."

He gave Neil a slight hint: "When you get there and start working, don't remind those people that they have no money. Just pretend you don't know anything about it, understand?"

Neil's lips moved, but he didn't agree immediately. He looked at Lin Qi, hoping that Lin Qi would change his mind.

On the one hand, he felt it was a stupid investment; on the other hand, Lin Qi's situation also reflected his and his family's situation.

Once Lin Qi falls, he will lose his job, and everything he has will disappear. He will become the worthless worker Neil who is unable to realize his self-worth, instead of the boss Neil he is now.

The girls who were old enough to be his daughters were completely unguarded around him, praising his humor and his mature demeanor, not because he possessed these qualities, but because he possessed money.

He likes his current life and doesn't want to lose it.

The father and son looked at each other. This had happened many times before, and Lin Qi was always the one who was "persuaded" in the end. But this time, he would persuade Neil.

"Okay, I can only give you a brief overview."

Neil immediately adjusted his posture and listened attentively.

"Nagaril's system is very special. Once we can't pay back the money for the kilometers of roads we build in the province, we can get the right to collect tolls on the roads."

"Apart from those we permit, anyone else using the roads we've built must pay us a usage fee according to regulations."

"Furthermore, land, Mineral Deposit, and Forest Farm are all items that can be used as collateral; we will give them a 'reasonable' price."

"In addition, the situation in Nagaril is unstable and unsafe. In order to ensure that our interests are not harmed by certain individuals, we will establish a Private Armed Force company to ensure that our rights are not compromised."

As if struck by a sudden realization, Neil exclaimed, "An independent kingdom!"

Lin Qi shook his head. "No, you're wrong. I'm just a businessman, not King."

Actually, there are very complex relationships behind this matter, which Neil cannot understand, nor does he need to understand.

Lin Qi's proposal to Degra to make the Federal Sol the circulating currency of the Nagaril United Kingdom is highly unlikely to pass, and of course, no one expects it to. That's just how business is.

Lin Qi set a price, and then everyone bargained. As long as the Nagaril United Kingdom officially recognized the legality of the circulation of Federal Sol within its territory, the matter would be half settled.

The legality of currency circulation and the circulation of currency are not the same concept; Lin Qi's idea is based on this concept.

He was slightly dazed for a moment, and after regaining his senses, he talked to Neil about the specific requirements for working in Nagaril. Neil knew that he could not ask Lin Qi to change anything, so he could only listen silently and accept his fate.

Around 10 o'clock, Lin Qi left the villa. After watching Lin Qi get into the car and leave, Neil turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Sera glanced at it from afar before turning her attention back to a fashion magazine in her hands, which featured the year's most popular styles and an introduction to the upcoming Fashion Week in Benlit, the Pearl of the South.

At that time, all the supermodels, the most famous designers, and the most prestigious clothing brands in the entire Federal will gather there.

More than half an hour later, Neil came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. He had gone to great lengths to completely wash off the feminine perfume scent from his body.

At this moment, he looked like a crab that had just been pulled out of a pot of boiling water, completely red.

"Is it really that good-looking?" he asked casually.

Sera nodded. "I might go. Some of our neighbors are planning to go together so we can charter a whole carriage and avoid being bothered by others."

Neil thought for a moment, "Whatever you want..." He was about to leave, but Sera put down the magazine in her hand and looked at him.

"What did Lin Qi say to you?" she asked.

Neil, who had already turned around, turned back again. He walked to the sofa, sat down, and asked the maid to pour him a glass of wine. "I might be going to Nagaril in a while. Lin Qi has invested in some businesses there."

Sera wasn't surprised. She simply held Neil's hand and said, "You must help him. He has no brothers or sisters; the only people he can trust are us..."

Lin Qi stayed in Sabine City for two days, and as he was preparing to leave, Mr. Truman unexpectedly called him.

"I heard you have some connection to Listoan's case..." He paused slightly, and the sound of pages turning came from the receiver. "You know Gepu?"

Lin Qi frowned slightly. "I know his wife."

Even though they were separated by a telephone line, Lin Qi could sense that Mr. Truman's expression on the other end of the line must have been quite subtle.

But he didn't explain "it's not what you think," because there's no point in explaining these things; only a fool would think there's something between them.

After about ten seconds, Mr. Truman coughed lightly. "You know, recently, it's that Member of Parliament from Welsh who has been criticizing our practices. The President didn't want to pay any attention to him."

"But in the last two days, he has started to coordinate efforts to push through a bill on 'Limitations of Powers of the Interim President,' in order to restrict some of our future actions..."

While the Councilor Welsh's remarks in the media and in public have sparked some debate, they cannot actually change the current situation. If a MP's words in the media could make the president bow down and change the national policies being implemented, then the country would not need the position of president.

He received a lot of money from Preton, but it had no effect. The president was determined to launch a major campaign to gain people's support and win the election smoothly, so he was even less likely to take these "ridiculous propaganda attacks" from his stupid political enemies to heart.

When his first plan failed, perhaps due to threats or because Preton offered him some benefits, he submitted a proposal to limit the power of non-elected presidents during the transition of power.

To put it bluntly, it's about addressing these problems at their root, specifically targeting the current president.

Once Congress approves the bill, it is highly likely that the authorization for war will be transferred from the President to Congress.

As is well known, Congress is a very special place, with various Broker and lobbying groups making the real Congress much larger than people know from the books.

It has been estimated that Bu Peien has registered approximately 117 political lobbying groups (which are required to register to pay taxes), with the largest group having more than 40 members.

These people are neither members of Congress nor politicians, but they have enough power to shake and change the decisions of members of Congress.

If Preton continues to bet heavily on Congress, it will become a problem and a crisis.

As a key ally and one of the president's strongest supporters, Mr. Truman obtained a message through his personal connections.

The Councilor Welsh was previously implicated in the Heng Hui scandal, but further investigation into him was withdrawn due to insufficient evidence, which gave Mr. Truman an opportunity.

Regardless of whether the Councilor Welsh is involved or not, he must be involved!