"This is outrageous!"
The old factory director slammed his hand on the desk, making the water in his teacup splash out.
The meeting room was thick with smoke, and the faces of the dozen or so key technical staff were terrifyingly grim.
"The spectrometer we've been waiting for for half a year... was just impounded like that?"
Old Zhou, the head of the equipment department, clutched the customs notice, his knuckles turning white. "They didn't even give a reason?"
"A reason?" The finance chief sneered. "The only reason the people from Country M need is that they can't stand to see us succeed!"
In a corner, Lin Xiaomei, her eyes red, muttered under her breath, "Without a spectrometer, how are we supposed to test the nanostructures? Are we just going to have to guess again?"
The air in the meeting room froze for a few seconds.
Suddenly, Shen Hongying stood up, flicking her ponytail. "Then we'll build it ourselves!"
