Lin Qi did a rough calculation. Just for his birthday, the gifts people had given him were worth several hundred thousand yuan in total, not even counting the equity transfer agreement Mr. Wo Delike had given him.
The lighter factory did not represent the entirety of the equity, only twenty percent. But even that twenty percent was worth roughly two or three million yuan.
Adding it all together, he had received more than three million yuan in birthday gifts. That was more than an ordinary person could earn in an entire lifetime.
People often said that people were neither wealthy nor happy because they did not work hard enough...
Could anyone explain just how hard one had to work within a fixed framework to have any chance of possessing this much wealth?
Of course, this might also be a form of encouragement. After all, if people saw reality clearly, they would only despair. Only by immersing themselves in the sweet pursuit of their dreams could they find the motivation to keep living.
The birthday party outside was still going on, but Lin Qi had returned to the Side Hall with several other gentlemen. This was a closed-door meeting.
More than a dozen gentlemen were sitting or standing in the room. Each of them represented a military-industrial enterprise, making them the Federation's most deeply hidden interest group.
In society, ordinary people rarely discussed anything related to the Military Industrial Group.
They did not discuss how much these companies earned each year, how much tax they paid, how many employees they had, or how much influence they wielded in society.
At most, people discussed their new products. And not everyone knew about those, either. Only fanatic military enthusiasts knew what products each company had.
As for the deeper matters, people actually knew