The Final Meeting

"Quite active lately!"

At the embassy, Mr. Truman looked at Lin Qi, who was dressed like a nobleman, and could not resist teasing him a little. "Even back in the Federation, there are often newspapers reporting news related to you. Everyone is very interested in what you've been up to."

As a native Federation citizen and a Gefra nobleman, Lin Qi had attracted almost as much attention in the Federation as the presidential election.

If he had some especially impressive background—for example, if he were a descendant of the Akiner Family, or if he were related to Mr. Wo Delike by blood—people would not have paid this young man quite so much attention.

That was because, in the miraculous nation of the Federation, capital was always capable of creating one miracle after another. People had long since stopped being as interested in miracles created by capital as they had been in previous years.

News about people being admitted to the colleges of the Saint and Harmony Society Alliance for "possessing superb culinary skills" or because they "sang with graceful and melodious voices" had long since lost the popularity it once enjoyed.

If anyone truly believed that a student could get into the best university simply because he knew how to grill steak, then he was certainly an idiot, although quite a few people had initially believed it was true.

University interviews were a miraculous process. Exam scores were unimportant; the interview was what mattered most. Showing off one's talents and presenting recommendation letters prepared long in advance were important ways of getting into university.

Lin Qi had no astonishing background. He was not the child of a major capitalist or the descendant of a powerful politician. He was merely the descendant of the Working Class.

Like the vast majority of