"Xiao Zhang, where is your draft?"
The editor slammed his coffee cup heavily onto the desk. "The headline is 'Guan Yao Pours Hundreds of Billions into Quantum Mechanics: Ambition or Scam?'"
Zhang Shuli stared at the computer screen, the cursor blinking on the blank document. Guan Yao's smile from the press conference suddenly flashed before his eyes—a smile identical to Aunt Qīng's, carrying the detached indifference of someone looking down upon ants.
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