Chapter 82: Changes Abound. It is said that people’s hearts are unpredictable and it is hard to get what you want. Do you wish...
Wen Yi stared at the paper awkwardly, not knowing how to remedy the situation. She explained dryly, "Mistake, mistake..."
"It's okay, there's still time." Guo Qingyu saw her embarrassment and forced a smile to comfort her. "It's obvious that you write with divine inspiration."
"It's okay, as long as we've achieved our goal." Xiao Yishan said in a relaxed tone, with a hint of teasing, "Keep going!"
"I, I'll try again." Wen Yi lowered her voice, concentrated again, mobilized gravity, controlled the pencil with a broken tip, and continued to move it back and forth on the paper.
But I don’t know if it’s because of lack of control or the broken pen tip, the words on the note became more and more crooked, and the more I looked at it, the more wrong it seemed.
At first, I could barely make out a few words, but as I wrote more, the whole piece of paper turned into some kind of abstract art work.
Wen Yi looked at the ingenious words with a complicated expression, full of artist's imagination.
In front of the big screen, Xiao Yishan commented in a subtle tone, "It's quite impactful."
Lu Zhiyu tried to smooth things over: "At least... it didn't cause any adverse historical deviations."
"Why don't we try a different approach?" Guo Qingyu paused for a moment, then held his forehead and said, "Writing so many words...it's a bit embarrassing."
"Is there any other way?" Wen Yi immediately responded positively.
"Directly modify the geological report," Guo Qingyu instructed. "Xiao Yishan, tell her which data to modify to influence the decision makers."
"I understand." The sound of her keyboard came from the headphones.
"Yes, please find the geological report and turn to page—"
Before she finished her words, the office door was pushed open again. Wen Yi turned around, thinking it was Wang Hongqiao who had returned.
But unexpectedly, the person who came was a young researcher wearing glasses, whom she had never seen before.
"Who is this person?" Wen Yi couldn't help but ask.
There was silence on the other end of the lab for a moment, and then Lu Zhiyu's voice rang out: "His name is Zhou Yazheng, a researcher in the Geology Group and Director Wang's assistant."
"Then his appearance shouldn't have any impact on history, right?" Wen Yi asked nervously.
"No." Xiao Yisan said affirmatively.
Wen Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as he entered the room, he walked straight to Director Wang's desk. Just as he was about to put down the documents in his hand, he saw the note on the table.
"What is this?" He frowned, picked up the note and looked at it carefully.
Wen Yi held her breath, and everyone in the laboratory fell silent instantly.
"He's watching... He's watching..." Wen Yi's heartbeat suddenly quickened. "He can't possibly understand, right? No way?"
Guo Qingyu sneered lightly, and said firmly: "Who can understand your weird talismans?"
"Don't worry, no one here can understand it." Xiao Yisan agreed in a low voice.
At his desk, Zhou Yazheng pushed up his glasses, his gaze growing more focused. He stared at the paper, whispering word by word: "...A7...area...rock strata...fault...disaster..."
Wen Yi's pupils trembled: "He actually read it out?!"
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Guo Qingyu was so shocked that his voice broke. "You can even understand this?!"
Lu Zhiyu analyzed calmly: "Boss, after you see his handwriting, you probably won't think so." She had retrieved Zhou Yazheng's signature from the file and handed it to everyone.
Xiao Yishan suddenly realized: "No wonder, he is a master of abstract art! No wonder it is so effortless to interpret."
"...This is too outrageous." Guo Qingyu couldn't help but hold his forehead after seeing it. "Zhou Yazheng, Yazheng...what's so elegant about it?"
"What should we do now?" Wen Yi broke out in a cold sweat. "Will there be any chain reaction if he sees this?"
There was silence on the other side of the laboratory.
On the other side, Zhou Yazheng's expression became more and more complicated, and he nodded frequently, as if he fully agreed with the contents of the note.
"I've long felt this location wasn't right," he muttered to himself. "So Master already knew something!"
He turned and was about to leave the office.
"Not good!" Xiao Yishan exclaimed immediately, "Historical records are starting to deviate... but it's the opposite of what we calculated!"
Wen Yi:?!
Wasn’t it agreed that this person would not have any influence on history?
"Wen Yi, stop him!" Guo Qingyu said immediately, "No, no, no! Just destroy the note! Don't let him take it away!"
Wen Yi tried to pull the note from his hand, but when she exerted force, she found that Zhou Ya was holding the note tightly, not moving at all!
"Don't go!" Wen Yi mobilized her strength again, trying to use gravitational disturbance to make him let go.
But before she could make any effort, Zhou Yazheng had already strode out of the office.
"Follow him!" Guo Qingyu said.
"I'm following you!" Wen Yi quickly left with him.
When she came to the corridor, she found that Zhou Yazheng was gone.
There were several doors in the corridor, and he should have entered his office.
But which one is his office?
The further she was from the anchor point, the more unstable her consciousness became, and the more difficult it was to trace back.
She gradually felt a little powerless and her vision began to blur.
"What would have happened if he had taken the note?" she asked.
"This will cause a fork in the historical trajectory of the nuclear power plant's construction," Lu Zhiyu replied. "The project was originally supposed to be completed in five years, but now..."
She paused, staring at the latest simulation results on the computer, and replied in a heavy tone, "It may be completed ahead of schedule."
Wen Yi:?!
Guo Qingyu:!!!
"Wait, you said 'in advance'?!" Wen Yi was stunned, almost unable to believe her ears, "Did you calculate it wrong? How can it be in advance?"
Her tone was filled with disbelief: "Didn't he already know there was a problem with the site selection?! Logically, it should have been postponed!"
"It's not that the calculation is wrong." Guo Qingyu looked through Wen Yi's line of sight to the end of the corridor and said meaningfully, "It's that we can't calculate human nature."
"What do you mean?" Her consciousness began to waver, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.
"Just like I explained to you before, the difference between truth and facts." Guo Qingyu's eyes darkened slightly. "You thought he saw the facts, but he based his own conclusions on those facts and put them into action."
"This led to a result that was completely opposite to what we expected."
Wen Yi was speechless for a moment, her face pale: "What on earth is he thinking?"
Guo Qingyu frowned. "It's a fait accompli. What he thinks is no longer important. Your consciousness is unstable now. It's too risky to continue. Come back. Let's continue to find a solution."
"Could it be... a failure?" Just as she was hesitating, a door opening sound was heard from not far away.
Zhou Yazheng walked out of an office in front of her, still holding the note in her hand.
Wen Yi's pupils shrank and her heart beat faster.
"Give up the action!" Guo Qingyu raised his voice again, "Did you hear me?!"
She watched Zhou Yazheng pass by her with a complicated expression, and the confusion and unwillingness in her heart reached a peak in an instant.
She didn't want to go back without knowing the reason. She wanted a result that would make her feel convinced.
Wen Yi closed her eyes, her consciousness returned to the higher-dimensional space-time, and her perception gradually left this space-time.
Although she cannot change it, she still wants to witness the history that has been deviated because of her, as long as she can find a stable anchor.
At this moment, Zhou Yazheng was her anchor. She focused her attention on Zhou Yazheng as he moved forward.
The next second, her consciousness broke through layers of space-time barriers, her vision suddenly collapsed, and then quickly reconstructed.
When she opened her eyes again, she had entered another perspective.
She was at a press conference, with the sounds of camera shutters and reporters' questions filling her ears, and countless cameras pointed at the center of the podium.
Under the spotlight, a representative stood at the microphone and announced solemnly, "We have conducted a thorough investigation into the recent online rumors about the potential geological disaster risk in the A7 area."
"All geological survey reports, environmental assessment data, and safety standards are in good condition. Expert groups have reassessed and confirmed that the site is very safe. The nuclear power plant project will proceed as planned."
"Not only that, we will also be moving ahead with the construction phase in response to public concerns."
A reporter in the audience raised his hand and asked, "I heard that this rumor originated from within the project team?"
"Rumors stop with the wise, whether they come from within or without." The person in charge smiled slightly and said firmly, "We will not be swayed by rumors. We only speak with facts."
"We will prove through our actions that nuclear power projects are safe, efficient and trustworthy."
There was thunderous applause from the audience.
The entire press conference was filled with the passion of "rebuilding confidence." Meanwhile, in a relatively inconspicuous corner of the venue, Wen Yi stared intently at the podium from Zhou Yazheng's perspective.
She could sense his emotions at that moment: grievance, anger, sorrow... her blood seemed to boil. She seemed to have guessed what had happened: he hadn't become a hero, but a "rumormonger," investigated, marginalized, and abandoned. And all of this stemmed from the scribbled note she had left behind.
"Wen Yi... can you hear me?" Guo Qingyu's voice came from his ears, with a hint of anger and more worry. "What are you doing?"
The sounds in her ears became distant and near, and her consciousness wavered between the higher dimension and reality, as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff.
She looked down into the abyss, and the abyss was also looking back at her. It was as if she heard a whisper from the end of time, telling her word by word that human hearts are unpredictable, that things are constantly changing, and that it is difficult to get what you want. Are you willing to let go?
She didn't answer.
Consciousness gradually sank into the abyss, taking her silence with it.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in a small lounge, the curtains half-closed, and the dark night outside the window.
Feeling a slight discomfort at her fingertips, she looked down and found a blood oxygen meter clamped on her fingertips.
"Are you awake?" A female doctor's voice came from the side. Her tone was gentle but with a hint of reproach:
"Your synchronization time was too long this time, and your consciousness is fluctuating violently. If this continues, your body won't be able to hold on."
Wen Yi opened her mouth, her throat was dry, and she wanted to ask something, but no sound came out for a while.
The female doctor seemed to have guessed what she wanted to ask. She smiled gently and spoke in a softer tone: "Don't worry, the child is fine."
She felt relieved, and just said "hmm" softly, closed her eyes, and took a short breath.
The footsteps came closer and closer, and the door was pushed open. It was Guo Qingyu.
He came to the bedside, his eyes fell on her, and his brows frowned slightly: "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." She sat up, her voice still a little hoarse, "What's the situation now?"
Guo Qingyu did not answer but asked: "Can you continue?"
The sentence flashed through her mind: "Are you willing to let go?"
"Xiao Yishan and Lu Zhiyu have already deduced the latest results." He paused and continued, "The early completion of the nuclear power plant does not represent a major historical deviation. From a macro timeline perspective, the project is still progressing along the path we already know. However..."
"But what?"
"But there's a problem with Zhou Yazheng."
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The author has something to say: The day after the male protagonist was away, I missed him, missed him, missed him
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