Anyone who has been through the workplace knows, when your boss says, 'Handle it yourself', it usually means you're going to take the fall.
So, Chaston was feeling quite peeved.
If everything goes smoothly, the Research Association could benefit from the 'Electronic Brain Plan', then gifting a top-level development technology is just fine.
But on the flip side, if nothing is gained in the end, there's a good chance the punishment will be doubled.
Faced with this situation, Chaston wasn't in a hurry anymore; he squinted his eyes at their chairman.
He didn't believe that the other party was truly a lazy bum.
So the question is—
What exactly does the old man want?
"Chaston, have you thought it through?" Gao Gong suddenly asked.
"I've thought it through, I'm willing to follow the chairman's arrangement," Chaston said decisively, contrary to his usual behavior.
"That's good then."
Gao Gong smiled slightly:
"Then I'll make a trip, but don't hold too much hope."
