Work is important; there's no room for mistakes, which directly leads to imnse psychological pressure. On the other hand, the job is so idle that it drives one crazy. The direct effect is even slacking off during work makes you anxious.
If you're the type who's already ready to give up, then fine, maybe you can even enjoy this kind of life. After all, with Dou Dou around, chances are there won't be any problems. Working two hours and spending the rest of the day slacking off can actually be quite leisurely.
Unfortunately, Li Chengze is soone with aspirations.
It only took him three weeks to find this life unbearable.
The pressure was so overwhelming that it started giving him the early signs of balding. Li Chengze was only 32 years old—strictly speaking, it's the pri age for a man. It was just too hard.
And let's not ntion the frequent unexpected news, which always left him unsure whether he'd feel excited or terrified.
Like today.
A phone call ca through an encrypted line from the Capital, leaving him completely stunned.
"Let ask you, where did Professor Qiao get the data he's recently been providing to the Shenji project team?"
"Data? What data?"
Honestly, Li Chengze was utterly baffled. Qiao Ze's daily schedule was laid out plainly for everyone to see—most of his ti was spent in the office conducting research.
Even though he's nearing marriage, his outings are still few and far between.
It completely demonstrated how soone more capable than him could also work harder...
As for providing data to the Shenji project team...
Did he?
Not through him, anyway!
"What the hell, you have no idea? What kind of secretary are you? What have you been doing every day?"
"I..."
What a question that was—Li Chengze found himself speechless.
He really wanted to slam his work briefing onto the table, but that was wishful thinking.
"Professor Qiao is very independent, and he doesn't seem to have gotten used to having a secretary. He usually doesn't contact at all. Especially while he's working—I wouldn't dare interrupt his train of thought."
"Then what do you do every day? Just organizing docunts? If the job were that simple, I could've hired a dog to do it!"
"It's not..."
"Do you know how hard it was for to get you this opportunity? And you're so complacent? Before you went, didn't you study Professor Qiao's personality? He's cold—why can't you be warr? If he doesn't co to you, why don't you take the initiative, report your work more often? Don't know how to find openings yourself?"
"This..."
"What's wrong? Upset? Tell —Qiao doesn't usually reach out to you. You've just started, haven't proven yourself, haven't built trust, so on what basis should Professor Qiao trust you and use you in his daily work? All that education, and you've learned nothing?"
From any angle, these words were harsh but incredibly valid—utterly irrefutable.
Thankfully, Li Chengze hadn't actually wasted his education entirely. He quickly defended himself: "Sir, I admit that I've been a bit passive in this matter, but that's because I wanted to leave a good impression on Professor Qiao. I thought it'd be safer to get acquainted with the situation first. If I were too proactive, I might offend him, which wouldn't be good, right?"
"Do you actually think you're making sense? Don't ever tell people you're one of mine when you're out there—what an embarrassnt! Being hesitant and afraid of offending others over such trivial matters—what's the point of you? And you're afraid of what? Laughable! That guy nad Lu committed such a major blunder, and he's still fine; what are you afraid of?
Even if, worst-case scenario, your proactive approach annoyed Professor Qiao, so what? If you two aren't compatible, then I'll recall you and send soone else in your place. What serious impact would it have? You overthinking everything—what kind of bigger-picture view is that?"
After hearing these words, Li Chengze had to admit defeat. So he was nothing more than expendable...
But if you looked at it that way, then being proactive really wasn't a big deal.
Though submission didn't necessarily an agreent, he could only resign himself to frustration.
After all, within the system, rank matters—and it can suffocate you.
"Sir, you've scolded quite thoroughly, and your anger should be more or less dispelled, right? Could you maybe start by telling exactly what kind of data warranted your personal call? I don't know now, but I can ask Professor Qiao. Shouldn't we put solving the issue first?"
"Professor Qiao sent the project team an encrypted database access address. Inside are thousands of terabytes of compressed data divided into several major categories. I won't go over the classifications now—you can check the directory later yourself.
The data already accessed includes digital geographic mapping files for key hotspot regions worldwide, excluding Huaxia. It also contains many critical naval routes, undersea terrain mapping files we have yet to acquire, and nearly fifty years' worth of still-unclassified war-related docunts.
There are even detailed eting records of war strategists! And so of it includes the personal logs of commanders who participated in various conflicts—daily journals, even! These files... If all of this is accurate..."
Li Chengze was dumbfounded and instinctively asked, "Where did these files co from?"
"You're asking ?"
Li Chengze quickly caught himself, wishing he could slap himself twice.
The voice on the other end was highly agitated, but Li Chengze could understand the excitent.
Because at this mont, he was trembling with excitent himself.
If all this data were accurate, it would be incredibly valuable—even more so than the Shenji project itself.
It's well known that terrain mapping data is a critical resource for any modern country, classified as top-secret docunts. That's why countless consur navigation apps not only require specific licenses but also must go through layered audits, strict permission managent, and specialized desensitization processing to access such files.
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