Layoffs Cut to the Main Artery-Too Late for Regret Now

"Useless. A bunch of useless trash."

"Cao Wan managed it alone, yet you people haven't made even the slightest progress?"

Liang Can took the report in his hand and smashed it directly onto the head of the research team leader he had planted there to study how to make use of Zheng Zhu.

When Lu Xingshi had been there, there had basically been new progress every week. Yet now three months had passed. Forget new progress—they could not even take over the existing results.

Every time Lu Xingshi had handed over finished results, directly skipping a massive amount of the research process in between. If the research team wanted to take over, they could not simply look at the results; they also needed to see the process.

Yet without Lu Xingshi's integrated reports, the research team was utterly at a loss.

"Lord Liang, this... this can't be blamed on us." The team leader said with a mournful expression, "It's that Cao bastard's fault. He left without handing anything over."

Liang Can's expression swiftly darkened at those words.

"No handover? You went there to pick the fruit, not to take over a mess. Everything was sitting right there in the base."

"Did Cao Wan have to teach you people hand in hand?" Liang Can cursed back.

They had not gone through the proper procedures to take over in the first place. Yet now, unable to shit, they blamed the latrine.

"I want an exact timeline. When will you produce results for a Type Four God Chosen? The Grand President is waiting for them." Liang Can's expression eased somewhat. He knew that he had been the one to make the arrangements.

There was no point saying anything now. Producing results was what mattered.

"This is simply impossible. A one-hundred-percent Type Four modification