"Never use the logic of mortals to define the limits of a genius."
Han Feng's voice wasn't loud, yet it landed like a sharp slap across the faces of every expert in the room.
"You spent five years making this pile of trash.
And now you're telling me this is science?
No, this is a waste.
What you call rigor is just an excuse for your own mediocrity."
Wu Zhen's face flushed the color of a cooked liver. He wanted to retort, but he found he couldn't come up with the words.
In the face of absolute data and facts, any justification was pale and powerless.
Han Feng stood up, pushing the proposal—which was now altered beyond recognition—to the center of the table.
"From now on, throw out all that outdated junk in your heads.
Everyone will follow this new plan, strictly.
I want to see the prototype complete its first ground test within one month."
"One month?!"
Engineer Ma cried out, "That's absolutely impossible! Just relaying the Energy conduits will take half a month!"
