Yang City.
After returning from the Mine trip, Zhang Ming threw his whole heart into a line of research.
The most important of those studies was how to prevent his thoughts from flying about wildly and uncontrollably during everyday life.
To be honest, Thought Frenzy was neither a serious illness nor a trivial one.
During battle, when he needed to concentrate intensely, Thought Frenzy never occurred.
But in daily life—while eating, chatting with his parents, or occasionally inspecting his businesses—
Thought Frenzy became a disease.
If his thoughts merely ran wild, that would have been one thing, neither too serious nor too minor.
But Thought Frenzy brought a negative effect Zhang Ming could not tolerate.
That was having too many thoughts and changing his mind too easily.
For instance, regarding the same matter, Zhang Ming's primary mind thought one way was best; auxiliary mind No. 2 thought it was bad; auxiliary mind No. 3 thought the risks were too great; auxiliary mind No. 4 thought he ought to be bolder; auxiliary mind No. 5 thought it was a pile of dog shit; auxiliary mind No. 6 was thinking about what to eat that night; auxiliary mind No. 7 was obtuse...
And so on—his thoughts danced in chaos, constantly interfering with Zhang Ming's judgment.
Perhaps once or twice, Zhang Ming's primary mind would not be disturbed and could hold firmly to its own judgment.
But what about ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times?
At some point, one of his decisions might be interfered with, leading him to make an irrational choice.
Therefore, it had to be dealt with.
But then again.
How was he supposed to deal with it?
Just because my house doesn't have a three-story villa, should I shave two floors off my five-story