"So..." Xiang Shan carefully chose his words, "Ms. Ingrid Granat, could you please recount the process of the leak again?"
Across from Xiang Shan, Ingrid rolled her eyes, "What's the matter? You've only been in charge for a day and you've already picked up bureaucratic bad habits? Can't you read the report?"
Just as Jing Hongtu had predicted, Xiang Shan was indeed very popular within the scholarly community.
Over the past year, he had made outstanding contributions to the exploration of Argon. So far, the young man had shown no signs of radical moral flaws.
Moreover, he was among the first group of people to come into contact with Argon.
Just like Jing Hongtu said, this indeed was a significant "political capital."
Xiang Shan sheepishly smiled, "Isn't it better to double-check? Maybe we could find more details?"
"No," Ingrid rolled her eyes again, "It's not my fault."
Xiang Shan sighed.
It was the latter half of the year 2030.
