Another Party

The party hosted by the President was called a party, but in reality, it was more like a small ceremony meant to steady people's nerves.

It steadied everyone else's nerves, as well as his own.

Every presidential election was something quite extraordinary. Before the results came out, no one dared claim they were certain to win.

There had been presidents in history with approval ratings of seventy or eighty percent who had inexplicably lost the election. So, until the very last moment, if the fruits of victory had not been firmly grasped, it was best not to let one's guard down and relax.

The President hoped to use this party to teach people a few things.

I haven't forgotten our agreement, and I hope you'll continue to support me.

Look at how many people are supporting me. Supporting me is your best choice!

That was the attitude the President wanted to convey.

Lin Qi spent the entire afternoon and the time after dinner chatting casually with people about trivial matters that had little substance. More often, of course, he listened to the President discuss various pieces of news—information from both inside and outside the government.

People often wondered why the rich grew richer and richer.

Because they could reach higher levels of society and grasp more crucial information faster than others.

Take Bu Peien's redevelopment plan, for example.

Every president who took office would certainly carry out some kind of "face project" to demonstrate that they had once "been here." Almost every president had done so.

The President intended to do the same. "Bu Peien's current urban planning can no longer keep up with the city's development. So, I have a few ideas."

"If I win..." He laughed as he spoke. "Of course, that's the inevitable outcome. After I win