The President smiled. "Mr. Aisham, after I leave office, I really am planning to become a university professor and take on acting as a side gig. Maybe there'll be plenty of things I can ask you about then. Hahaha. Some things are hard to do while you're in the public eye, but once you're behind the scenes, there's a lot more room to maneuver. Do you understand what I mean?"
Mr. Aisham paused, then seemed to grasp his meaning. After a moment's thought, he wore an expression that suggested he only half understood.
"I really don't understand the world of politicians."
"Hahaha. From the outside, the world of politicians looks complicated, but once you're in it, you find there's barely enough to feed a slime. So, would you like to join us? There have been plenty of former actors elected to the Alliance's parliament, and many have made great contributions. After I leave office, I'll be able to swallow my pride and persuade the party to support some young, energetic newcomers. If something is unfair, why not set out to fix it yourself?"
Mr. Aisham considered this, a trace of emotion in his complicated gaze.
"Mr. President, if you'd come before breakfast, we might have found plenty to talk about."
"I wish I could have, but I couldn't. These days, Zi Xinhui handles the meals for the Skeleton Squadron. The main cast still eats at Ronghuilou, where that genius young chef with the divine palate is in charge. I've wanted to try her cooking for ages. What a shame. My situation isn't exactly ideal right now—even my favorite Dingdong cakes have to be tested by the Special Security Bureau. I hope you understand. Heh. They call it the Free Stellar River Alliance, but no one in the whole country is