Little Problems and a Little Check

After a day of selection Lin Qi assigned different tasks to the Young Men in the club. In the afternoon, Vera contacted him, hoping to have a talk with him.

He had the driver take him to Vera's house. Vera stood at the door, and after their eyes met for a few seconds, Lin Qi told the driver to wait by the roadside while he walked over.

"I must have disrupted your schedule..." Vera smiled as she approached, before even stepping inside. "But these things are important, and it's not convenient for me to talk about them over the phone."

Her gaze passed through the space next to Lin Qi's shoulder and she saw several guys who looked like secret agents get out of another car and wander around.

Vera sometimes felt emotional, especially when she saw Lin Qi's handsome face on TV.

Before this, she had never believed in miracles, nor had Gepu. These Middle Class were more level-headed than ordinary people and understood that miracles, being low-probability events, only happen when they are needed.

Most of the time, miracles don't happen because they are controlled by humans.

They believe more in hard work than miracles, which is also the standard by which most Middle Class approach work and life—they work harder than ordinary people.

This statement may seem ridiculous at first glance. Isn't the wealth of the Middle Class built on exploitation?

That's true, but they are exploiting and oppressing themselves.

While ordinary people are still in bed at 8:30, lingering in comfort for the last few minutes, the Middle Class has already finished exercising, had breakfast, and driven out, almost arriving at the company.

While ordinary people stroll leisurely, the Middle Class rushes about as if they're in a hurry to be reborn.

While ordinary people waste time, the Middle Class elites are constantly squeezing every last drop of value out of themselves and depositing it into the bank.

Therefore, miracles do not happen, but Vera witnessed the birth of a miracle.

At this time last year, this young man had only established a company with a registered capital of one hundred yuan. However, at this moment, no one can imagine how much money he has or how many times his wealth has multiplied.

If this isn't a miracle, then what is? Vera was momentarily lost in thought as she looked at the young man before her, but she quickly recovered and led Lin Qi into her home.

"Sit wherever you like, what would you like to drink?" She walked to the bar and looked at Lin Qi. Lin Qi ordered coffee, and soon two fragrant cups of coffee were brought over.

Vera's attire at this moment... was very ordinary. Perhaps the pressure of life had made her restrain her love of beauty. She wore a rather ordinary home outfit and a pair of black-rimmed glasses that obscured her beautiful face.

She raised her hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "How should I put it..." she said, shaking her head. "Some of the company's accounts seem to be off lately."

Lin Qi, who was drinking coffee, twitched his brow slightly. He put down his coffee, pursed his lips, and sucked the remaining coffee from his lips into his mouth. He asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Currently, the company's main income comes from the auction of second-hand goods. We calculate our costs and recover our payments, and after deducting necessary expenses and fees paid to managers, what remains is pure profit. However, sometimes our accounts don't match up."

"Besides this problem, we acquired a piece of land in the capital to build a second-hand goods trading area, and the actual expenses have already exceeded the initial budget..."

Lin Qi knew about the land acquisition; he was the one who made the plan, and these people were just there to carry it out. They had called Lin Qi beforehand, Lin Qi had agreed to their budget.

Lin Qi believes the budget is enough for them to develop to the end. They may need to supplement it later, but it will definitely not run out of money if they can't even make it through the middle stage.

"How long has it been?"

Vera pursed her lips. "About a month, and the problems... are all in the capital."

She couldn't say for sure, because Richard was in charge of everything in the capital, and his abilities were obvious to all, including Lin Qi.

He's a natural marketing expert, born for money, and not a fool either; Lin Qi believes he won't mess things up too badly.

But it seems the situation has changed somewhat, forcing him to stay in York State a little longer.

"This is very important to me, and I want to thank you..." Lin Qi reached out and took Vera's hand, looking very seriously into her eyes. "You have helped me a lot. Without you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do anything else with peace of mind."

Vera wanted to pull her hand away, but in the end she didn't. "It's what I should do, after all, you're my boss."

Lin Qi nodded noncommittally, "Don't overwork yourself. You can delegate some tasks to your employees..."

Just then, a little boy, a few years old, returned from outside, holding a maid's hand. As soon as the boy entered the room, the smile that had been on his face disappeared immediately upon seeing Lin Qi, and he went to the room on the second floor without looking back.

Vera looked away from the closed door, then turned to Lin Qi with some apology. "I'm sorry, ever since Gepu... you know, those police officers and detectives never respect the criminals they see, so he's a bit afraid of strangers now."

During Gepu's escape, Bureau of Investigation agents monitored people associated with him, a surveillance that could even be described as harassment.

They would frequently appear around the targets they were monitoring, checking their belongings or asking questions.

The adults were already finding the harassment unbearable, let alone a child who was only a few years old. Under such pressure and stimulation, a child from a cheerful Middle Class family began to become withdrawn.

He began to fear strangers and to avoid contact and communication with people other than those he knew.

Children in the Federal often find themselves trapped in a low mood and negative emotions for various external reasons, which is why there are far more psychologists in the Federal than in other countries.

Sometimes people are really strange. For example, the Gefra are no less civilized than the Federal, but their social mechanisms allow people to be more resilient than the freedom-loving Federal, which is actually quite ridiculous.

Lin Qi felt that this was a result of being spoiled.

He quickly took his leave, and Vera did not try to stop him; her mind was now mainly on the child.

It was getting late, so he had someone book a train ticket to the York State Capital for the next day and returned home. He had barely sat down when the phone rang.

After he answered the phone call, he left the house quickly; someone wanted to talk to him.

The person who arranged the meeting was Director Johnson, the head of the York State Sabine City tax office of the Federal Revenue Service. Lin Qi met the old man by a lake on the outskirts of the city.

The old man, wearing an adventure hat and sunglasses, was throwing some odds and ends toward the lake.

A large number of fish gathered by the lake to compete for food. Lin Qi's arrival disturbed the calm of the lake, and the fish quickly made a decision between safety and filling their stomachs.

Watching the fish disappear in an instant, Director Johnson threw what little food he had left into the water, clapped his hands, and stood up.

"You came very quickly..." he sighed, his expression somewhat melancholy.

Lin Qi didn't answer, he just looked at him.

Director Johnson's face suddenly flushed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "I've run into some trouble lately..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Qi interrupted him, "How much do you want?"

Director Johnson paused, as if he hadn't quite heard what Lin Qi had said. "What did you just say?"

"I said how much you want!" Lin Qi said, taking out his checkbook from his pocket and unscrewing the cap of his pen. "Five thousand dollars, is that enough?" He quickly wrote down a few numbers on the check.

Director Johnson was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, but he didn't say anything, he just frowned slightly.

Lin Qi added another sum of money, then signed his name, tore off the check, and said, "Fifteen thousand should be enough to handle the difficulties you're facing, right?"

"That's not what I meant...", Director Johnson tried to explain, but in the end he took the check.

He felt increasingly humiliated in front of Lin Qi, and sometimes he even wondered if this was a trap set by Lin Qi, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

Even if this was Lin Qi's trap, if he hadn't made some mistakes, things wouldn't be like this today.

Michael's wife is pregnant, and her pregnancy is already showing. No one would consider it normal for a woman's husband to be in jail and her wife to suddenly become pregnant.

The rumor that the woman had cheated on her husband while he was in jail spread like wildfire throughout Michael's neighborhood.

These rumors are very harmful to people, not only to that poor woman, but also to Little Michael.

In the past, even if Little Michael. didn't act friendly when he saw Director Johnson, at least he wouldn't glare at him with such hatred.

But since his mother became pregnant, and having gone through a lot, the much more mature Little Michael immediately realized who had gotten his mother pregnant.

Without a doubt, it was Mr. Johnson who frequently came to their home to take care of them, mother and son.

This felt terrible, so Director Johnson and the woman discussed it and decided to move away from where they were currently living, to a place where nobody knew them, and also to get Little Michael into a private boarding Private School.

This way, they can avoid some unpleasant friction between Little Michael and him, as well as between him and his mother.

The idea is great, but I don't have the money.

The Federal of the wealthy is paradise; their money comes from the divine power of God, and they can do anything.

The Federal of the poor is hell; poverty is the noose around their necks, and the more they struggle, the more desperate they become.

The only one who can solve these problems right now is Lin Qi, because Lin Qi is rich.