If Qiao Geliman simply hadn't known that Johnson intended to introduce a nobody to him, then at this moment Johnson was sitting beside Lin Qi with an expression as if he had eaten something foul.
There was disgust, nausea, regret, an inexplicable temper, and undisguised disdain all over his face.
By rights, how could the director of the Revenue Service introduce important connections to someone as insignificant as Lin Qi? Not to mention that Lin Qi had just punched him, making the entire tax system, from top to bottom, anything but stable.
Michael was the most important part of it. The State Office had already let word slip last night that, given the current public pressure, the higher-ups intended to abandon Michael.
The highest-ranking Chief at the State Office had repeatedly stated the higher-ups' position during the conference call. It wasn't that the higher-ups wanted to abandon their subordinates whenever trouble arose—they had never done that, nor did they disdainfully resort to such methods.
The Federal Revenue Service, which fought on the front lines, even had an army. It had never known the meaning of begging for mercy. But if the people below had dirty backsides and even the higher-ups couldn't wipe them clean, then they shouldn't blame the people above for being ruthless.
They had previously given Johnson some hints: make Lin Qi's identity as a criminal stick as soon as possible. This was what the Sabine City Revenue Service itself had said—Lin Qi might be a criminal, and the person who had come to that conclusion was Michael.
Director Johnson had also believed that Lin Qi might not be entirely clean, but from the current perspective, Lin Qi clearly hadn't committed any illegal acts. That included his company's accounts. They had even inspected the entire warehouse when taking