Huang Zhong produced a document.
Ruan Wenye took it and flipped it open, only to see a whole bunch of, hair-raisingly complicated expressions. He blankly lifted his head, "What is this? Some kind of divine script?"
"Work has arrived."
Huang Zhong said with a smile, "Next, we all have to figure out exactly what this is talking about."
"Don't worry, though, there are lots of manuscripts for reference. They include the derivation and verification processes." As he spoke, he patted the documents on the table. Each folder contained a stack of papers, each sheet filled with writing.
Ruan Wenye was dumbstruck for quite some time, clutching his own hair forcefully, and said with a wry smile, "By the time I understand all of this, I'm sure I'll be completely white-haired."
"I already am."
Huang Zhong said with a bitter face.
