The Impact of Spatial-Temporal Changes
"Passed!"
"Understood!"
"I agree."
"Assign every task to someone and execute it immediately!"
One round authority-and-responsibility token after another sliced through the air in crisp arcs, rising swiftly and dropping just as quickly, like gears in a precision instrument meshing tightly and turning without obstruction.
The successive waves of agreement were as firm as iron, gathering into an unstoppable force. No one hesitated, and no one wavered. Every voice was a steadfast promise to their shared goal.
In ordinary people's eyes, this council composed of top-tier geniuses was often seen as a huge, cumbersome machine, with every decision seemingly requiring a long and complicated process.
Yet the truth was completely different from that stereotype.
When everyone's opinions converged like stars forming a galaxy and reached that rare consensus, this seemingly cumbersome machine displayed unprecedented efficiency.
Responsibilities were assigned.
Tasks were assigned.
Every component began operating at astonishing speed, and the decision-making process became smooth and efficient.
In just a few hours, they had expanded the basic charter proposed by Su Mo to ten times its original size.
Most terrifying of all, these decisions were not mere empty talk.
When the morning sunlight had just begun to spill across the wasteland, reform after reform had already been scattered by the morning breeze.
A great change had begun!
It had only just passed six o'clock.
Driven by his biological clock, Old Zhang habitually climbed out of bed.
Ever since he had grandly laid out his plans the night before last, he could clearly feel that his standing on the ship had risen.
Not only did Su Mo look at him with more appreciation, even Big Brother Luo had stopped barking orders at him and assigning him odd jobs.
Of course, Old Zhang knew his own limits. He