"Headache, canât the boss at least give some requirements? That way we wouldnât be like headless chickens."
"Ha, hasnât he already given you one? The boss said a website that satisfies him."
The twenty technicians gathered in a circle, contributing one sentence after another, yet no one was getting to the point.
Until one girl, who had remained silent, raised her hand and stood up, speaking bluntly: "This is going nowhere; let me take the lead and say a few words."
"Not to mention anything else; no one here wants to lose their job, right? Given our level of skill, this kind of salary is rare, not to mention the company pays earlier than others."
"Not many companies can do just that."
Everyone fell silent; who would want to leave such a company? If possible, theyâd stay until they drop.
But the boss had already said, if the website doesnât satisfy him, everyone would have to pack up and leave.
Liao Hongmei looked at her silent colleagues, sighed, and said:
"To create a good official website, first of all, we must consider safety."
"Second, it must be aesthetically pleasing, offering an enjoyable visual experience. This is where the front-end developers come in."
"Third, given the current situation, the company is bound to expand, meaning the website visits will increase, raising the issue of handling high concurrency."
"With the companyâs financial capacity, I think we donât need to worry about insufficient servers, so the backend needs to ensure the server can handle high concurrent visits and block malicious access."
"Even just these few requirements are enough to get us busy."
Liao Hongmei shrugged and said again, "Guys, if you donât want to pack up and leave, give it your all, work overtime if you must, but we need to produce a prototype in the shortest time possible and then improve and optimize it based on that."
Xu Pengfei, eavesdropping at the door, nodded and turned away.
At the secret base research institute, Mo Jingchun began his work mode. Modifying code wasnât difficult; the challenge was how to quickly process the vast amount of data collected by the computers.
Especially the data during the landing process of the rover and manned spacecraft, where there could be no margin for error.
Any slight deviation under high-speed movement could lead to massive errors.
The vast research institute became Candyâs playground.
At first, the little guy just hovered around Mo Jingchun, wandering back and forth.
But by the morningâs end, the little guy was no longer satisfied with the status quo, especially given how focused Mo Jingchun was on his work, with little interaction with the little guy.
By the afternoon, after being well-fed and energetic, Candy started exploring the whole research institute.
Fortunately, Song Jiayin stayed with the little one; otherwise, with Candyâs short stature, rushing colleagues might not notice him.
After one round, Candy returned to Mo Jingchun, grasping his leg, panting loudly.
After a short rest, the little guy wanted to climb into Mo Jingchunâs lap.
But with such short legs, without help, there was no way he could climb up.
Humph â(âŻ^â°)âŽ, stupid brother doesnât even know to pick up Guoguo.
After several failed attempts, the little guy weakly cried out, "Brotherď˝"
Hearing his sister call, Mo Jingchun glanced over, scooped Candy into his arms, and instructed, "Brother is busy, Candy, donât run around."
"Ohď˝"
Sitting on Mo Jingchunâs lap, Candy, feeling bored, would pull out some snacks from a small satchel to eat slowly.
When sleepy, heâd crawl into his clothes and sleep lying on Mo Jingchun.
After a week, adorable Candy gradually got used to this life.
The only thing that puzzled the little one was why he had to get up for milk before dawn every day.
When Li Mingzhong saw the sleeping little one in Mo Jingchunâs arms, he placed the files on the table and whispered:
"Engineer Mo, hereâs the data you requested."
"Okay, thank you."
Li Mingzhong shook his head with a smile and said, "No problem, we all have the same goal here."
Seeing Song Jiayin standing by, Mo Jingchun said helplessly, "You go take care of other things; Candy wonât wake up before dinnertime."
"No way, this is my primary task."
Mo Jingchun shook his head, "Suit yourself."
Just as Mo Jingchun had said, at dinnertime, the little one timely rubbed his eyes and crawled out from Mo Jingchunâs arms, looking around for dinner.
"Brotherď˝Guoguo is hungryď˝"
Mo Jingchun patted the little oneâs face and said gently, "Okay, letâs eat soon."
"Hmmď˝"
The little guy nodded vigorously.
After typing up a method, Mo Jingchun locked his laptop and rushed to the canteen with Candy in his arms.
At this pace, after a week, Mo Jingchun knew the paths to two places in the base very well.
One is the way back to sleep and rest every day.
The other is the way to the canteen.
Initially, Mo Jingchun didnât know where the canteen was, and it was always Song Jiayin who delivered meals to the room.
Later, Mo Jingchun just went to the canteen with Song Jiayin, and there he finally realized what a real meal looks like.
As long as you donât waste, you can eat all kinds of dishes and fruits.
If you can eat a lot, people will admire you greatly.
After all, in this secret base, how much you eat is directly linked to physical and mental consumption.
In school, Mo Jingchun never imagined that he could be someone who could eat three bowls in one meal.
The canteen naturally became Candyâs favorite place.
The exclusive childrenâs meal and an endless supply of fruits.
After the meal, Mo Jingchun returned to the research institute with the group.
Here, working overtime is normal; everyone wants to finish the tasks sooner, including Mo Jingchun.
Everything is good here, except for the lack of freedom.
Even though it had only been a week, Mo Jingchun already wanted to leave; however, Candy was quite willing to stay longer.
It was only after 9 p.m. that Mo Jingchun finally took Candy back to rest, making him among the first to leave, while most young people kept working until eleven or twelve, or even the early morning.
In the room, Candy was holding a bottle, drinking his late-night milk, while Mo Jingchun just went to the bathroom for a moment.
Coming out, he saw the little one looking at him helplessly.
On the floor, the bottle lay there quietly, milk spilled everywhere.
The room was silent.
"Brotherď˝Guoguo loves you~"
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