I Can See All the Dead Ends

Gu Yunkai is engaged in failure analysis. The rule in this business is that it is his turn to appear when something is broken - broken parts, wreckage, burned furnaces, scrapped whole batches, everything handed to him by others will always be finished. He had an unspoken problem: as soon as he put on his gloves and touched the break with his fingertips, the failure would come alive in his eyes. More than once. All failures for the same cause of death will be lined up, from many years ago to today. At four o'clock in the morning, a verification machine exploded on the test bench. Everyone is waiting for an explanation that can be handed in within three days - the batch of materials fluctuates, the supplier takes the blame, and no one needs to overturn anything. Only Gu Yunkai was half-kneeling beside the wreckage and saw one hundred and forty-seven identical fractures, which had been placed at his feet thirty-one years ago, all broken at the same position. So he said something in that conference room full of experts: This is not a problem in this furnace. This road was dead from day one. The old man at the main seat who had walked this road for thirty-one years asked him: How old are you this year? - He couldn't give any correct answers. All he could see in his life was failure. All he could do was to cross out the dead ends one by one, and then watch the remaining roads, none of which he was sure he could take. All the roads that can be taken in this world are marked by those who walk to death.