In the dead of night, a new message appeared in the Scientific Research Team group chat.
Song He: "Summer Sprint Class. Anyone want to sign up? Press 1 if you do."
Lou Jinghui: "111111!"
Lou Jinghui: "Boss, what exactly are we sprinting toward?"
The group chat quickly flooded with messages. The team members frantically pressed 1, only asking what they were supposed to do after signing up. Everyone had become blindly impulsive. Whenever Song He said they were doing something, they charged in without thinking, only remembering to ask what it was halfway there.
Song He: "Of course it's a new project: Artificial Blood, an industrial artificial product that can perfectly replace human blood."
The group chat suddenly fell silent.
Lou Jinghui: "Boss, can I retract the 1 I just pressed?"
Song He: "???"
Lou Jinghui: "Artificial Blood is way too difficult! It's not as simple as making a drug. The composition is insanely complicated, and we'd have to make a whole bunch of things. Plasma, red blood cells, platelets, Coagulation Factor, and all kinds of trace components would have to be produced bit by bit. The difficulty is way too high!"
Ji Tianhe: "Retract."
Lu Chengen: "Retract."
Fan Tao: "Retract."
The group chat began filling with retractions again. Song He was speechless. He felt like the people working under him were a bunch of headless flies. They had just signed up blindly, and now they were collectively backing out. Following the crowd to this extent was truly something else.
"Retractions are invalid. Everyone who pressed 1 must attend a meeting in the laboratory at nine tomorrow morning. Anyone who's late will have their bonus deducted. Other than Lou Jinghui, who's still in Wenchang doing Earth Adaptation Training and can't make it, everyone else must attend," Song He said. "Hurry