Wei Linzheng was feeling somewhat irritated.
The message he had sent Zhou Zhengde had vanished like a stone into the sea. More than thirty minutes had passed, yet he had received no reply.
It clearly showed as read!
The old man was already extremely impatient, but he quickly suppressed the emotion and began thinking calmly.
Unlike ordinary B-Class Psionicists, he was a member of the Psionic Management Committee in the Psionic Capital. At his core, he was a manager of Psionicists.
Though he was merely an ordinary member.
The Psionic Management Committee had always remained unknown to outsiders. It was the true governing body of the 13th Institute and the Psionic Capital. The threshold for joining was being a B-Class Psionicist who had made continuous contributions to the Psionic Capital for over thirty years.
Naturally, the stronger one was, the lower the restrictions for joining became.
At the very top of the Psionic Management Committee stood six of the most powerful SS-Class Psionicists. Internally, they were usually addressed as Great Presidents, though they were sometimes called elders, senior elders, controllers, and so on.
Aside from those six Great Presidents, the Psionic Capital actually had other SS-Class Psionicists. However, those other SS-Class Psionicists had no direct connection to the Psionic Management Committee and did not participate in the Psionic Capital's political affairs.
Wei Linzheng's rank was not high enough for him to report directly to the top level.
His immediate superior in the Psionic Management Committee was an S-Class Psionicist. That man was a Standing Director of the Psionic Management Committee.
As a member of the Psionic Management Committee, what should I do now? Obviously, restore the 13th Institute's influence and keep this matter from exploding.
Wei Linzheng slowly rose and paced back and forth before his desk.
He had already