Stepping out of Conference Room One, the air in the hallway seemed a bit fresher than inside.
Han Feng stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the bustling Celestial Craft Group campus. A playful smirk touched his lips.
'Those so-called experts are probably busy wiping their sweat, fudging the data, or huddled together cursing up a storm right now.'
But he knew these old dogs wouldn't give in so easily.
People like Wu Zhen had been in this circle for decades. Their greatest talent wasn't research, but office politics.
He might have cowed them today with his technical skills and Chen Beixuan's "Imperial Sword," but that was only temporary.
Once the project entered the implementation phase—the deep water—they had ten thousand ways to stall.
They could get component procurement stuck in approvals, find an excuse to report equipment for repairs during debugging, or even fudge some key data so it would be untraceable.
