Humanity's ability to respond to crises will continue to improve over time. Wise people are always thinking, thinking about how to better continue civilization, and every generation has such wise people.
How many hardships have we experienced throughout history?
There are simply too many to count.
War, change, famine, plague, flood, natural disaster.
These torments and pains inflicted upon the fragile human body, forcing the fragile skeleton to shatter, and blood to gush from the blood vessels and flow onto the barren land, turning it dark brown under the sun.
We swallowed molten iron stained with red rust, swallowed rocks shattered inch by inch, swallowed the corpses of our deceased loved ones, and swallowed the overflowing filthy water.
They have survived to this day with remarkable resilience.
A few days ago, Jiang Cheng was reading a book about the ancient history of Athens. In his limited free time, he opened that thick old book, which described how terrible the city-state had been when it suffered from the plague.
The roads were littered with corpses, the rivers were filled with rotting organs, and wild dogs that had eaten the dead were everywhere.
The wild dog's eyes had turned red, and its mouth was full of blood.
So we have survived to this day, swallowing countless things, and our bodies have become stronger and stronger. The plagues of the past can no longer cause large-scale deaths, and we have also become able to predict natural disasters.
Now new challenges have emerged, and the Federation has provided its own appropriate answers to them.
Time flies, and researchers are racing against time to conduct their studies. Meanwhile, in the middle floors of the building, which are off-limits to the public, something secret is "alive" inside.
It cannot speak, and its body is not as large as the hundreds of meters tall War Maiden, so it cannot bring people layers of psychological shock. However, it is indeed an important one of the many answers that Jiangcheng has submitted.
Around noon.
Gu Qingwan was having dinner with Jiang Cheng.
To be precise, she silently watched Jiang Cheng eat.
During this time, people kept coming up to him in the canteen to report things, saying that new developments had emerged in the research, and that Jiangcheng had to deal with hundreds of crucial issues every day. This clearly shows how terrifying it is to be a manager, relying on one's own judgment to issue orders based on the actual situation.
That's why so many kings, nobles, and generals became so accustomed to making decisions that they became stubborn and self-willed.
They will later become evil dragons who only believe in themselves.
Jiang Cheng had barely finished swallowing his meal when another person arrived. It was another research subordinate he knew very well, and the person was quite old, probably in his fifties.
He had a Mediterranean hairstyle, a full beard, and spoke broken Chinese, but his pronunciation of "disgusting" was quite standard.
He patted his chest as he spoke, using tremendous force, and shook his head.
Jiang Cheng was really afraid that this guy would slap his chest so hard it would dent; this man was truly furious.
“I really don’t want to work with him anymore. Whether it’s resolutions or research, we can’t agree on anything. He never listens to me; he just sits there with his awful latte and pretends to be deaf. He doesn’t treat me like a human being at all. We’re always arguing in meetings, exchanging endless swear words. He even curses at me in some incomprehensible rural dialect. He’s a complete jerk, disgusting. Commander, let me lead this project alone! I really don’t want to work with him anymore; I’m going crazy if this continues.”
The "he" the bearded man was referring to was a bigwig in the light weapons research department.
The bearded man himself is one of the top figures in the light weapons research department. His feud with another bigwig has been going on for a long time. He had previously approached Jiang Cheng about this, but Jiang Cheng dismissed him with a few words.
The conflict has now escalated to the point where it is inevitable that the two sides will break up.
Because the two men held such high positions, and their direct superior was Jiang Cheng, they dared to rush over so rashly to demand an explanation.
Capable people all have tempers.
Jiang Cheng was also helpless. He could only coax the more than one hundred super geniuses and even eccentrics under his command to do research. If he pushed them too hard, some of them might just walk away.
At the level of super scientists, money can no longer attract them to stay and work; only higher standards of research can excite them, in addition to the added sense of responsibility.
These eccentric geniuses can't even be considered federal employees; they're more like collaborators.
Listening to Jiang Cheng's arrangements was largely due to psychological respect and a willingness to accept leadership.
Two people with incompatible personalities cannot work together effectively on the same project, which will hinder efficiency and cause resentment in the researcher.
Think about it, it's just like in the workplace. Every morning you wake up happy and go to work, only to see a colleague smiling like a chrysanthemum, fawning over the boss. That obsequious manner is nauseating. This colleague, having won the boss's favor, acts superior and uses that favor to suppress others. One thing in public, another in private, it's incredibly repulsive. And the thought of having to face that sycophantic face the next day makes you lose all interest in going to work.
It can definitely affect work motivation.
Seeing that these two scientific research giants were destined to clash and were unwilling to submit to each other, Jiang Cheng also had the idea of making adjustments.
“Alright, you can go back first,” Jiang Cheng waved his hand. “I’ll make suitable arrangements for you first thing tomorrow morning.”
"Alright, I'm relieved to hear that, Commander."
The man in his fifties with a thick beard smiled broadly, turned around, and walked briskly, disappearing into the doorway in no time.
Jiang Cheng finally had some time to rest. He quickly ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice and drank some water. As he raised his cup, he reached out to Gu Qingwan, and after finishing his water, he let out a satisfied sigh. "The research on light weapons has reached that stage. Can we split it up now? Let the two of them lead different projects, and then have a sensible person in between to coordinate things. What do you think?"
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