Night of February 12, 2018
Shen Jinghai closed his eyes and pondered, simulating the martial arts competition scheduled in the Outer Courtyard two days later, meticulously considering every detail to ensure nothing would go wrong. In front of him on the desk, discarded drafts of plans piled up like a mountain.
The martial arts proposal draft, hurriedly crafted by two secretaries exhausting their Divine Sense and working overtime, was now the twenty-third version presented, and the two elite secretaries who had churned out over a hundred thousand words in a short period were both mentally exhausted and seemingly delirious, exhibiting early symptoms of a vegetative state. The doctor and nurse from the Deputy City Lord's Mansion were awaiting nearby, ready to provide emergency care, while two intern secretaries from the Outer Courtyard watched senior secretaries A and B with hopeful eyes, anticipating a miracle.
