Listening to Simov's rebuke, the man's face—darkened by years spent outdoors prospecting for mines—could not help flushing red.
He wanted to explain, but the data would not lie.
Meanwhile, Chen Cheng, who was sitting in on the meeting, frowned deeply. He did not doubt that the staff might have made mistakes, but as the man had said, even if there had been one mistake, how could there possibly have been mistakes every single time?
Wisdom Shield had also grasped the situation, and his brow furrowed as well.
He was no longer some clueless novice. Although Simov and the others were handling the actual management, he was still very familiar with the manufacturing process for the Dog-Beating Stick.
Without raw ore, all those preliminary data calculations would be nothing more than a pile of wastepaper.
Though the situation was urgent, Wisdom Shield did not interrupt the meeting. After all, he did not yet understand the full picture, nor was he an expert in this field. He would wait for Simov's report afterward.
Simov waved a hand and directly told the man to get out of the meeting room.
It was the greatest rage he had displayed since taking office.
As the project's chief person in charge, he knew exactly how much manpower, material resources, and money had been invested just to get the project moving.
If the entire project ground to a halt because of an error in something as basic as raw ore, he truly would be furious enough to jump off a building.
After taking several deep breaths, Simov looked at the others and said:
"Alright, the meeting will continue.
But I need to make something clear. After you return, every group and department must reassign part of its personnel to inspect all the work you have previously completed.