Lin Mo tossed the signed documents aside and stretched luxuriously, his bones cracking.
These documents had given Lin Mo a profound understanding of what the "state machine" meant.
Once it started running, it was precise, efficient, and possessed a terrifying, awe-inspiring power.
Only now did he realize just how incredible the authority of the New Hope team he headed really was.
"If Zhao doesn't come back soon, I really am going to quit." Lin Mo shook his aching wrist, grumbling to himself.
Just then, someone knocked on the office door.
"Come in."
The door opened. It was Zhao Gang.
"Big Brother Zhao, you're finally back!" Lin Mo let out a long breath. "Any later and I'd have been buried alive under all these documents!"
Zhao Gang smiled, opened the door a little wider, and stepped aside.
"Commander Lin, let me introduce you to a leader."
As he spoke, a figure emerged from behind him.
The smile on Lin Mo's face immediately-
He had only ever seen that face on television, in the most important news broadcasts.
Composed and imposing!
It was Elder Zhao!
Lin Mo's mind buzzed.
He stood up instinctively, his movements stiff. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Elder Zhao walked in with a genial smile, as easygoing as an elderly neighbor dropping by the office for a visit.
Every muscle in Lin Mo's body tensed, and his mind went blank.
This was not nervousness.
It was the instinctive awe an ordinary person felt before a towering mountain.
"Young comrade, don't be nervous. Sit."
Elder Zhao's voice was gentle, with a power that soothed the heart.
He surveyed Lin Mo's office with interest.
Finally, his gaze landed on the document lying open on Lin Mo's desk: Academician Liu Chengen's "Proposal on Optimizing the Internal Personnel Structure