11:55 a.m.
Lying on the grass in the park near the company, ng Lang was basking in the sun, resting his head on his arms, and squinting as he pondered the upcoming update.
Shifting from passively receiving information to consciously guiding the release of one "life task" after another.
From the extensive "extre flow" to the conscious material and spiritual "team building" of employees.
The "utilization rate" of this autobiography was being progressively developed and optimized by him.
At that mont, he was contemplating a new type of "autobiographical narrative" to further promote the "intelligence transmission efficiency" of this autobiography.
The issue still had to start with "Mr. Yamamoto."
Perhaps encounters are always unexpected, but resigning was definitely preditated.
Yet the resignation he had long sched encountered an unplanned variable; Wang Zhiping had awkwardly dodged his Italian cannon shot, as if a wild goose falling clumsily onto the flat sand by sheer coincidence.
Instead, it was ng Lang himself who was nearly hung on the display wall of the company for public shaming by Elder Liang.
Although this was a trivial matter, sothing that anyone else would unlikely include in their autobiography.
But as the saying goes, "a small leak will sink a great ship," what did this imply?
It ant that my "Great Prophecy Skill" had its flaws!
And the flaw lay not elsewhere but in the fact that my customary narrative style of autobiography focused too much on "major events" and overlooked "minor details."
For instance, if I had known in advance about Wang Zhiping’s absence, wouldn’t I have been able to avoid the embarrassing situation of suddenly not being able to find "Mr. Yamamoto" today?
Long-term planning in life is important, but the face of the ng family matters a lot as well!
It’s the little things that contribute to big achievents, details that culminate in perfection.
And I... am such a perfectionist!
The interval between two updates is 24 hours.
Events that happen within this period have yet to be greatly influenced by this little butterfly of mine; thus, theoretically, they should exhibit the strongest "tiliness" and fully reflect events that are about to happen in the next 24 hours.
ng Lang nad this period the "Golden 24 Hours"!
For him, knowing how many minor objectives he would earn in a few years might not be as useful as knowing what he’s going to eat for lunch tomorrow.
Because if he knows what to eat tomorrow, at least he can go grocery shopping in advance.
And knowing that he would earn a few minor objectives in a few years, perhaps in the next episode, another brother will tell him that he actually earned dozens of minor objectives?
To him, information about how many minor objectives he earned is as aningless as "Who am I," "Where do I co from and where do I go after death," "Why do I exist in this world"...
Completely pointless!
Therefore, he secretly made a decision: in the future, he should spend more effort detailing what will happen within the "Golden 24 Hours."
Although the limited amount of information ans he cannot describe the future down to the smallest detail.
But if it’s just about the events within the next 24 hours, it shouldn’t take up too much space.
This is like in gas where the "main map" is blurry and the "mini-map" is detailed.
My "God’s eye view" of life should also draw on this experience.
For him, the future is almost certain to be changed by him, so there’s no need to go into lengthy and tedious detail about events after 24 hours.
He just needs to provide pointers like "What did I do," "How am I doing," "What should I do," "How will I die," to give a broad direction for reference.
Information within 24 hours, however, is different.
If information after 24 hours is "strategic," then the information within these 24 hours is "tactical"!
Which is more important, strategy or tactics? Great n have already given us the answer!
You should despise the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically!
And every single tactic makes up the overall strategy.
For the entirety of ng Lang’s life, these fragnted 24 hours are like fras in an animation. If chosen to play continuously, don’t they form the complete "The Life of ng Lang.avi"?
In so ultimate sense, with ticulous "tower-defense flow," I have achieved a map-wide "extre flow"...
Discussing the significance of ga tactical choices to life!
My college years were indeed not wasted...
ng Lang reflected on this, then took out the book he was carrying.
The Old Man and the Sea
emm...
This familiar scent...
In the warm sunshine of spring, ng Lang opened the pages of the book with a devotion akin to turning the gears of fate.
"We must never think that we can escape; our every step determines our final outco, and our footsteps are moving towards the destiny we have chosen for ourselves!
That day’s sunshine was so warm; I lay on the lawn contemplating life, gaining so insights, just feeling a bit hungry.
So, I went into a nearby vegetarian restaurant, and then, from their signature dish, I ate a fly...
In a terrible mood, I went to pick up Xiao Yu and t Wang Zhao Ping waiting there.
’Chaoyang People?’ he tentatively asked .
’Path of righteousness?’ I feigned ignorance with a puzzled response, and he showed a knowing expression and did not pursue the matter further.
It turned out that Captain Wang was a gentleman.
Only... had I made a mistake?
After returning, Lin Haitang told that my gift had indeed co in handy.
But as an ’ordinary person,’ I could only choose the least risky way to witness the rise of a legend, with no intention of venturing into the intricacies of high society’s grudges and resentnts.
After all, Xu Jingsong was no good guy; subconsciously, I had an innate aversion to taking risks.
So, I put it out of my mind and took Xiao Yu to ’Gravity.’
Perhaps it was this instinctive avoidance of risk that sealed an unchangeable future...
At 8:30 p.m., Gao Yuan entered the Cloud Peak Restaurant in the International Center, where she faced the darkest turn of her life.
People often say, to those whom the heavens are about to endow with great responsibility, they must first toughen their resolve.
It’s simply because for most, transformation often does not co naturally but is etched deeply into their souls by the agony of living...
My goodwill was recognized by Gao Yuan.
But...that was all it was, recognition.
The extent of her deterioration exceeded my expectations, reducing my supposed goodwill to a re ’staff mber’ status, keeping at a not-too-close, not-too-distant position.
Limitedly influencing Gao Yuan’s decisions and routinely sharing the imnse dividends from Changqing Biological.
We were collaborators, but...that was all we were.
Eighteen years had passed, and I still saw no decisive hope of success.
Instead, it was Xiao Yu who gave a surprise.
Twenty-five-year-old Xiao Yu was exceptionally talented, becoming a renowned master in dical studies, and after graduating, joined Changqing Biological to focus on Alzheir’s disease, developing related specific drugs.
The research team at Changqing Biological had made so achievents, but there was still a long way to go to success, and the investnt was not what I had anticipated.
And I knew...there wasn’t enough ti...
Age was my alarm clock.
I knew my days were numbered.
At forty-two, I bought a villa by the seaside and settled into a life facing the ocean in my later years.
One day while out to sea on a boat, the mont I unexpectedly witnessed a magnificent storm, I seed to understand sothing...
An ocean without storms isn’t an ocean at all; it’s a quagmire.
Maybe, if I had been like the song Lin Haitang sang that night...
Everything, perhaps, would have been different?
You might as well be bold with life, for we are bound to lose it anyway.
For , there is no such thing as failure, for failure ans dying in battle!
And for us, in this war without smoke, our only choice is to fight... there is no retreat!]
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