Su Mei had encountered plenty of people who liked to exaggerate.
Some people wanted to catch Su Mei's attention, so they opened with things like, "I have a groundbreaking project," or "My product can change the world." That was the most low-level kind.
Then there were people like Zhu Juntang, who started by throwing out some revolutionary conclusion to spark attention and curiosity, then rambled on and on, only for everyone to discover in the end that what they had said had absolutely nothing to do with their opening statement.
Once, someone had gone to great lengths to hand Su Mei a proposal titled The Atlantic Is Crying.
Just hearing that name made it sound related to climate change, environmental protection, marine life, or geographical research—a project filled with compassion for the world and deep reflection on humanity and nature.
In reality, the man's idea had been to make the Atlantic's warm, moist air currents more abundant, store them south of the Tianshan Mountains, and create a hundred Sayram Lakes in the Taklamakan Desert.
The Atlantic's warm, moist currents traveled thousands of miles, only to reach the Tianshan Mountains too weak to climb over them. The Sayram Lake formed when those currents were intercepted by the mountains was praised as the Atlantic's last tear.
So, a hundred Sayram Lakes meant a hundred tears. Naming the project The Atlantic Is Crying did not seem entirely inappropriate.
At first, the plan actually sounded somewhat interesting. But the key was how it would be carried out. The other party had proposed an astonishing implementation plan: set up countless gigantic fans along the route from the Atlantic to the Tianshan Mountains to charge up and accelerate the Atlantic's warm, moist air currents.
If Wang Duoyu met that guy, he would not have to worry