(This chapter is written in the form of a diary, giving a side view of Tang Song's weekly schedule and some trivial matters on the career front. If you don't like it, don't read. Pure daily life.) Fatty Jiang's Private Diary.
[January 17, 2024, Wednesday. Clear, slightly cold.]
Today was my sixth day officially following Tang Song as his technical assistant.
From nine in the morning to six in the evening, a full nine hours, I followed him through every core laboratory in the R&D Center.
Calling it "running" wasn't an exaggeration at all.
He really walked way too fast. Even wearing flats, I could barely keep up with his pace.
And every time we arrived at a laboratory, he would sit down and have the person in charge pull up the latest test data and original logs, then read through them carefully one by one while constantly questioning them on technical details.
It instantly took me back to the old days of following Director Jin 007.
Luckily, there were AI recording pens and smart glasses now, freeing up my hands. Otherwise, taking notes alone would have killed me.
But lunch was really amazing! We went to a Black Pearl restaurant over in Qianhai.
Apparently, it was a private kitchen opened by a three-Michelin-star chef, specializing in creative fusion cuisine.
I ordered a Wagyu salad with black truffle sauce. It was so good I wanted to cry. Every bite was moving.
I couldn't help sighing again—his energy really was inhumanly abundant.
Nine hours straight, and the whole time he stood, walked, talked, yet showed no trace of fatigue at all. His back was always straight, his speech clear, his thoughts sharp. Holy freaking beast mode!
Also, his memory was terrifyingly good.
That "University Technology Transfer Progress Report" I sent him