Snap! A thick stack of A4 paper hit the desk, slid half a meter, and finally scattered at Qin Muye's feet. The air smelled of bad instant coffee and printer toner. Qin Muye opened his eyes suddenly. His vision quickly focused from blur, and in front of him was a greasy face twisted with anger. Mediterranean hairstyle, dark circles under eyes, spittle spitting out half a meter away. "Qin Muye, are you deaf?" The bald man's roar made Qin Muye's eardrums hurt. "I asked you to change your plan and push back and forth! What does the company support you for? If you don't want to do it, get out! Without Hongda Technology, you are worse than a dog!" Qin Muye said nothing. He glanced down at the papers scattered on the floor. "Feasibility Report on Mobile Communication Protocol Optimization in 2010".
