Zhao Wenyuan had barely left when Liu Huo leaned halfway through the doorway. "Boss Han, Engineer Jiang would like to see you too. You have ten minutes until your next meeting. Shall I let him in?"
"Let him in."
They had just finished a three-person meeting, and now both men had come for separate conversations. Han Luyi found it a little absurd.
There were things Jiang Songran couldn't comfortably say in front of Zhao Wenyuan, and things Zhao Wenyuan couldn't comfortably say in front of Jiang Songran. With all three sitting together, they actually shared the least information.
That was perfectly normal, really. The essence of power was controlling the flow of information.
Often, the value inherent in information meant it couldn't be freely shared.
Thus, who could access that information, who couldn't, and who could make what decisions based on different information were all manifestations of power.
Take the example from earlier: Han Luyi wanted Zhao Wenyuan to go to Beijing and take charge of all the Research Institute's work. What if he didn't want to go? Could something like that be discussed in front of others?
In private, there was room for negotiation and discussion. Once it was said in public, things changed.
That was also why Sight was so extraordinarily powerful.
It helped Han Luyi break through the limits of the information he could normally obtain.
Han Luyi's thoughts hadn't wandered far before Jiang Songran came in.
"Boss Han." He didn't sit down, walking straight up to Han Luyi's desk instead. "I have a somewhat presumptuous request. I'd like your approval."
"What is it?" Han Luyi asked.
Jiang Songran looked a little embarrassed. After a pause, he continued, "I checked with Assistant Zhang yesterday. The next batch of over eight thousand L100 cards is arriving this week,