Old Bai wished the Hope Command Center could make some big moves too. Compared to other teams that took the sci-fi route, his side's realistic approach seemed less cool. Day after day of endless meetings, signing inexhaustible documents, the perpetual mountains of paperwork made Old Bai feel like he was working in human resources at the Provincial Organizational Department—a thorough desk job! This didn't suit his own style at all. When would he, Bai Zhen, content himself with just sitting at a desk and typing—except when he was online, being a keyboard warrior and verbally sparring with others.
All in all, the current affairs at the Command Center were different from what Bai Zhen had imagined, and unlike Hollywood sci-fi blockbusters, there were no earth-shattering, grand actions. Could this even be called saving the world?
Old Zhao said not to rush, the big moves would come.
