Chapter 293: Chapter 232: A Genius’s World, Mortals Don’t Interfere
"Um... Engineer Wu, I think Advisor Han’s idea about the honeycomb structure makes a lot of sense. Why don’t we try it first?" one of the engineers whispered.
"Yeah, yeah. And if something goes wrong, he’s responsible anyway.
We just have to do what he says."
Seeing the morale around him begin to crumble, Wu Zhen’s expression turned grim.
He knew he had lost today’s battle, utterly and completely.
Not only had he been technically outclassed, but his authority had been trampled underfoot by Han Feng.
"What’s all the panic about!"
Wu Zhen slammed his hand on the table, trying to force the situation back under control.
"He only pointed out a few parameter errors! The real technical challenge lies in the overall system integration!
I refuse to believe a young punk like him can actually build this plane!"
But despite his bluster, his confidence was already wavering.
He grew even more irritated, especially when he saw Zhao Gang still trembling beside him.
"Professor, this kid is too arrogant!"
Chen Kai leaned in and said through gritted teeth.
"We can’t just let him walk all over us!
It’s only his first day! If we really do things his way, how is our project team supposed to function from now on?"
With a grim expression, Wu Zhen took out his communicator.
"Since he refuses to play by the rules, he can’t blame me for reporting this to Vice Dean Chen."
In front of everyone, he dialed Vice Dean Chen Beixuan’s private number.
The conference room fell silent in an instant. Everyone pricked up their ears, eager to see what attitude this powerful backer would take.
"Hello, Dean Chen. This is Wu Zhen."
As soon as the call connected, Wu Zhen adopted a pained and distressed tone.
"Dean Chen, I feel I must report something.
While that student Han Feng has some Talent, he’s far too impetuous and shortsighted!
It’s only his first day, and he’s already trying to throw out all our design plans and drive away our core team members!
If this continues, the project will be ruined at his hands! You have to talk some sense into him..."
Before Wu Zhen could finish, Chen Beixuan’s indifferent voice came through the line.
"I’ve seen the proposal."
Wu Zhen froze. "Huh?"
"The new proposal Han Feng sent me. I’ve read it. It’s radical, but very creative."
Chen Beixuan’s voice betrayed no emotion, yet it carried an air of unshakeable resolve.
"Professor Wu, I didn’t send Han Feng there to learn. I sent him there to lead. On this project, his word is my word."
"But..."
"No buts. Cooperate with him. If anyone is unable to do so, they’ll be replaced."
BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
The call disconnected.
The busy signal echoed through the silent conference room, sounding exceptionally jarring.
Wu Zhen stood frozen in place, communicator in hand, his expression a myriad of conflicting emotions.
’It’s over.’
’Completely over.’
This wasn’t just support—this was handing the Imperial Sword directly into Han Feng’s hands.
The few core executives who had been counting on Dean Chen to curb Han Feng’s arrogance now looked ashen-faced.
As for the researchers who had already been wavering, they didn’t hesitate for a second, grabbing the files on the table and rushing out.
"Hurry, hurry! Let’s get to work!"
"Old Zhang, hurry up and change that thermal conductivity coefficient!"
"Don’t just stand there dazed! Didn’t you hear him? Cooperate or be replaced!"
In the blink of an eye, the conference room emptied out, leaving only Wu Zhen, Chen Kai, and a few of their cronies sitting there, isolated and forlorn, like a troupe of clowns left behind by the times.
Li Mo stood at the doorway and glanced at the crestfallen Wu Zhen, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
He said nothing, merely straightened his files and turned toward the laboratory.
’This Han Feng is even more interesting than the organization anticipated. It seems the evaluation Level for the "Scavenger" plan needs to be raised.’
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