I transmigrated into the villain's white moonlight, but the protagonist is my brother.

"Luo Dandan, come here. Check the sensors and storage devices."

"Where's Wu Yong? I asked him to do algorithm optimization, but he's nowhere to be found. I need to see the data comparison from yesterday to today."

Seeing the situation was turning sour, someone quickly reassured them, "Reporting to Sister Nan, he went to the restroom! I'll go and bring him back right away!"

Cui Nan frowned. "I'll go get it myself. You keep an eye on your data."

A few seconds later, a pitiful scream rang out from the men's restroom, and everyone silently mourned for poor Wu Yong for three seconds.

The entire research institute was bustling with activity, and Cui Nan looked rather agitated.

Their research had been going too smoothly lately, almost like they were on steroids.

If a study is developed through trial and error, then their study was like copying a perfect answer that had been rigorously verified, so much so that all previous internal tests passed smoothly.

Now that we've actually started testing the application, we've discovered all sorts of unavoidable real-world problems.

Although this batch of devices is a recalled defective product, the previous problem was simply that the existing chips on the market could no longer handle the massive game data. Logically, replacing them with new chips should have solved all the problems, but it seems that this is not the case.

The device keeps crashing, displaying a black screen, experiencing system crashes, and automatically shutting down, making it practically unusable. In fact, its performance is even worse than that of older chips.

Cui Nan had been staying up all night. Her face, which had looked relatively young, now had two big dark circles under her eyes. After drinking three cups of coffee, she angrily dialed a phone number.

"Xie Yan! What's wrong with you! You've been on leave for a week, putting it off from yesterday to today, from today to tomorrow, what's wrong with you! Can't you even come?"

This was the first time Cui Nan had been harsh with Xie Yan since she joined the company. She remained silent for two seconds on the other end of the line, then said, "I'm sorry, team leader."

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me if you're better or not?"

Hearing Xie Yan's gentle, apologetic voice, Cui Nan's anger subsided somewhat. "I was just anxious. The test results for our chip here are very poor. I was thinking that since you were the one who made the initial plan for the project, your arrival might bring about a turnaround. If you're really not feeling well, we..."

"I know, team leader, I'm thinking of a way."

The voice on the other end of the line also carried a hint of weariness. Xie Yan sat in an empty office, her fingers clattering on the keyboard.

It was indeed her oversight before.

The creation of the new chip was a direct transplant of technological achievements from another world. Those achievements were the culmination of the hard work of countless scientific predecessors, and had undergone countless modifications, refinements, and tests. It often takes several years or even more than a decade for a research project to go from initiation to market launch. It seems that she was forcing the growth of the seedlings.

The data in Xie Yan's previous paper was essentially for a group of people to copy the answers, omitting many calculation processes, which naturally increased the difficulty of testing in actual applications.

It's not that these researchers lack the necessary skills, but rather that they took too big a step and couldn't find the root cause of the problem in time, leaving them clueless.

Cui Nan made a phone call in the break room, which relieved the rest of the research institute staff.

Unlike their traditional workplaces, this future technology research institute is incredibly impressive. Everyone's chair is a genuine leather massage chair with a heating function, and it can also be adjusted to become a recliner for temporary rest.

There's a free gym and swimming pool right next door, and if they get tired or hungry, there's even a buffet restaurant and hotel-style single lounge upstairs where they can eat and stay as they please. I've heard that the company's researchers earn at least a million a year.

If they weren't all stable employees of government agencies, they would have almost been tempted.

Finally able to catch her breath and relax for a while, Luo Dandan threw what she was holding onto the table, her face contorted, and roared silently.

"Dandan, do you want to go upstairs for a meal? I'm hungry," a colleague whispered to her.

Luo Dandan glanced at the time; it was a little past three in the afternoon, right around afternoon tea time, but...

"I'm a little scared. What if the team leader comes out and finds we've run away? Will he kill us?"

"Um, probably not. Murder is illegal, and the team leader shouldn't be that unapproachable—"

The colleague suddenly fell silent halfway through his sentence, his eyes widening as he stared at the doorway. "Mr. Shen...?"

Luo Dandan immediately perked up, turned around and stood up with anticipation.

The man at the door was dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, with stiff shoulder lines that accentuated his tall and slender figure, exuding a cold and aloof aura.

Shen Yan has deep-set brow bones, a high nose bridge, and dark eyes like a deep pool, cold and unfathomable. When he is expressionless, his brow bones press down on his eyes, making them seem to disappear into deep shadows, making him appear particularly sinister.

The cane in his hand seemed to be a symbol of power. His steps were steady and composed, each step carrying an immense sense of oppression, pressing down on the hearts of everyone present.

Luo Dandan was so engrossed in watching that she almost stopped breathing. The words she wanted to say hello stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter a sound.

The afternoon sunlight pierced through the glass, making Shen Yan's skin appear extremely pale. His appearance seemed to freeze the surrounding air. Luo Dandan stared at his dark, lifeless eyes and froze, speechless.

The others were the first to react, standing up one by one to greet them respectfully.

They've been here for a week, and this is the first time President Shen has come to inspect the work.

Shen Yan gave a slight nod in response, her inorganic gaze sweeping around the entire research institute before returning to its original position.

Just then, the door to the break room opened, and Cui Nan burst out like a firecracker, phone in hand. "Where's my computer? Where's my computer?! Quick, get the speakers out, I need to connect via Bluetooth! Get the PPT ready! Where is everyone?! Get to work! Meeting!!"

Cui Nan noticed the conspicuous President Shen, but in her haste, she only managed a quick greeting. After all, she had a pleasant conversation with President Shen at the last dinner party, and she had a good impression of Shen Yan. In short, she didn't notice any difference between Shen Yan and the last one.

"Please make yourself at home, Mr. Shen. Let's have a short meeting first."

Cui Nan quickly settled things in and then went off to give instructions. She firmly believed that the kind and generous investor would not mind, after all, those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles.

Soon, everyone in the group was seated, and a PowerPoint presentation was displayed on the projection screen in front of the long table.

Cui Nan had her phone and computer in front of her. She spoke into her phone, "I'm all ready. All the team members are here and the PPT is ready. Xie Yan, you can start."

Just over ten minutes ago, Xie Yan sent her a document, which was filled with pictures and text detailing various bugs that chips might encounter in actual operation, along with corresponding solutions.

She had just spoken a few words to Cui Nan on the phone when she was stopped. Cui Nan felt that everyone should come and listen, which led to the current situation.

Xie Yan hadn't expected to have another task of giving a presentation at the last minute. She was exhausted, but she had no choice but to agree.