Luo Qing paced back and forth anxiously, urging the technicians to think of another solution.
The entire corridor was filled with tension.
Qiao Nian's head was lowered as her slender fingers tapped the keyboard in a hurry, in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere.
"They're at 86%."
"They have copied 93% already."
The numbers continued to increase. Whenever the numbers paused, everyone's hearts also skipped a beat.
Luo Qing suddenly stopped. He held his head and grabbed his hair. His whole body was filled with anger.
"Hurry up and think of another way!
"You guys are the most qualified people in the technical field in China. Is there really no other way?"
Everyone in the technical department had actually given up already. When they heard Luo Qing's words, they looked at each other. They all saw despair and anxiety on each other's faces.
There was really no other way.
They had all tried their best.
