Lin Rui's probing negotiation with the President's Chief of Staff, James Blight, had dragged on for four hours.
By the time Lin Rui emerged from the post station, it was already the dead of night.
Lin Rui boarded his flying car and sprawled out gracelessly on the seat, massaging his temples with a headache: "That old dog is truly a seasoned politician, not a leak to be found."
The four hours of verbal fencing with James Blight had been a battle of wits, full of insinuations and careful probing for vulnerabilities, so exhausting that it was worse than an actual fight.
At this moment, Xue Lingxue's video call came through, and when her image appeared in the flying car, her face was full of admiration: "Worthy of being the BOSS, those few words you spoke earlier have turned the internal public opinion of the Federation around, something I believe the Chief of Staff also wanted to see."
"Oh? Public opinion?"
