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After listening to the Executive Supervisor's pitch, Lin Qi did not express an immediate stance. He thought about it seriously for a moment and said, "I need to consider it."

"Of course, naturally, Mr. Lin Qi. Such an important matter definitely requires thorough consideration." As he spoke, he pulled a business card from his pocket. He stood up respectfully, bent over, holding the hem of his clothes with one hand and holding the card out with the other.

"This is my card. No matter what your thoughts are, you can call me—anytime."

Lin Qi took the card. It bore a person's name, title, and several phone numbers, along with notes on what time periods to call which numbers to get through. It was very detailed, even including weekends and personal time.

Federals' longing for freedom was like a man's longing for woman... Describing it like that might not be entirely accurate, but it was pretty close.

Therefore, the overwhelming majority of Federals refused to discuss anything related to work outside of working hours.

No matter what it was, they would quickly grow annoyed, irritated, or even throw a temper tantrum.

Yet this guy did not mind doing so.

Lin Qi put the card down. This was also a very significant sign; the supervisor before him was very likely facing a change, a choice.

If he stepped across, he would become a member of the Upper Class.

If he failed to step across, he would remain that high-income Middle Class.

"I've noted it down. Do you have anything else?", Lin Qi placed the card on the table and looked at the Executive Department's supervisor.

The latter quickly stood up. "There's nothing else. I'm very sorry to disturb you at this hour, so... I suppose I should be going."

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