White snowflakes fell on the window of Uriel's compartment.

A "window".

A "window" that he has poured countless efforts into.

His wife, Lilwe, kept pushing him.

She says that a person who works with numbers and concepts all day long should look at the world — not just know how to write numbers on a piece of paper for evaluation.

Uriel looked out the window and thought, "Those are numbers, too."

It is the laws of nature that control them: invisible data and calculations determine where each drop of rain falls and how hard it falls, and the twists and turns that slide down to the glass are precisely planned.

It is impossible for a mortal to do such calculations under any circumstances, but no one can deny their existence because of this.

"So," Aclyde said, on the sidelines,

"I told her she'd better turn down the oven because it might be a little too hot in there!"

The neatly dressed in long ties, suspenders, and coffee cups in the marketing department were amused by Aclay.

But Uriel could only barely call it a "joke",

He couldn't find any laughs.

Many jokes are not interesting when they are taken apart,

Of course, this has nothing to do with logic.

And the sum of these numbers is not pleasant.

At least he couldn't laugh.

He returned to the smart table and took a pen to make a few more marks on a screen full of numbers and accounts.

Beside him, next to his cubicle, Aclade leaned his arm against the wall, continuing to chat with the people passing by.

Some joined, others left, but that didn't stop Accrad from making his "big talk."

He's been talking. This man seems to be the kind of guy who doesn't take his job seriously. Normally, Uriel could ignore him.

But today it was a little more difficult.

Because those numbers... Those numbers are so worrying.

Uriel needs to be quiet now, not endless nonsense. Putting a security actuary next to the marketing department, who came up with this brilliant idea?

Uriel raised one hand and kneaded his forehead, and with the other he touched the screen on the smart table, turning on a string of percentages.

If so......

He opened another column of data...... The results are disastrous every time.

Unfortunately, people don't want to hear him say that.

If he had spoken out about the current situation, people would have gone crazy with anger and taken out their anger on him—

It's like it's all his fault.

It's as if he can make numbers do anything.

How he wished he could do it!

Maybe I can whitewash the results, he thought.

I can be as optimistic as I can. Like they've always asked me to do.

He glanced at the picture at the top of the table. It's Ryan, who wears a baseball cap.

No, no. Thinking of the possible results of the announcement of this technology, Uriel could not lie with a clear conscience.

He had to tell the truth. Even if it is for his son, he will accumulate virtue. This may have put him in limbo, but why should they ask for a risk assessment if they don't want to hear the results?

The supervisors except for Mr. "Yi Chen" are all old and stubborn, only he always seems to be listening.

It is only from him that Uriel can see the future of the company.

Aclade finally finished his nonsense. Uriel glanced there, and everyone went about their work, except for Aclaide.

The tall, smiling man looked at Uriel.

Aclade swayed to Uriel's compartment.

"Yo buddy, refreshed!" The man placed his hand on Uriel's shoulder.

"You'll have good news for us in a meeting, won't you?"

"I'll bring the facts, Aclays."

Uriel looked at Aclay's fingers on his shoulder.

"Nothing else."

"Of course, of course." Aclade took a sip of his coffee and gestured to the table and the neat ledgers displayed there.

"You can figure out all this?"

"This is my territory," Uriel said, "and I can let the numbers speak for themselves — as long as I care about them and encourage them." Control them. ”

"Sounds like a king, Uriel." Aclade said with a smile.

"The King of Accounts."

He leaned down.

"You can make them tell the good news about Project Iron-Curtain, can you?"

"The numbers don't lie. I'll just say what they tell me. ”

"They don't lie. It's funny. Listen, Uriel. If you're really so good at working with numbers, why do you always see the opposite of what the masses think? ”

"Because you're all wrong. Isn't that clear? ”

Aclade sighed. "You should know that's why no one likes you, Uriel!"

"You're making a very low-level mistake with that. My wife and children like me. ”

"I'm not here to stir things up," Aclade said. "As your buddy, I really want to help you out of this predicament."

"One...... Bud? ”

"Yes."

"That's you." Aclade sighed again and straightened up.

"The Iron-Curtain plan is imperative, it's going to make us all a fortune, and you're the one who counts peas, Uriel, so you're better at counting. Listen to the persuasion once—just once? Let them say: the Iron-Curtain program is ready. ”

Aclay patted Uriel on the shoulder, as if with some emotion, and slowly shook it away.

He beckoned to Fan Mengting, the latest recruit, and said a few frivolous witticisms to her.

It's almost time for a meeting with executives, including Yichen, and Uriel is ready.

He picked up the rest of the ledger and worked on his own side projects to relax. Like all accounts, these things don't lie. They show that Oslandon's newest partner, Yichen, has been secretly and slowly pulling resources out of the company.

Although Uriel is not strictly an accountant, he can see all the accounts.

He needed these numbers to make his risk assessment form. "Yichen" was busy doing something. From laser treatments to the latest data compression tools,

He is the creator of almost all the inventions of the company.

He's a genius, but it's not a genius who specializes in certain areas.

What makes Yichen special is that he also runs a company.

He is smart and cunning.

It's only been six months since Yichen revealed that the technology known as the Iron Curtain Project was revealed.

Material teleportation, yes, is material teleportation.

Two months of frenzied work to test the product, to collect samples and prepare for the launch in the Rantimore range.

However, during this time, Yichen kept stealthily transferring resources to another hidden project, one that no one else seemed to know about. But Uriel has already found it in the numbers, after all, the numbers don't lie.

How he wished he could make people as rational and consistent as numbers!

It's a big deal, and it's quite important.

Uriel thought as he sorted out the accounts.

But what is it? This is Uriel's side hustle, trying to figure out what this is, to guess what plane Yichen is working on, and what is his next goal?

While Uriel is working, the auto-alert feature on his screen exports today's news. This is Lil's slightly dry,

As part of her desire for him to pay more attention to the outside world.

He wasn't sure why she was bothered, and he wasn't interested in the news.

More killing in the original world, another victory for the European Union.

Shouldn't progress let this all end?

What is the purpose of developing technology?

We despise the barbarism of human beings in ancient times, but people at that time killed dozens of people at a time, not millions.

Contemporary humans are the real savages.

He turned off the news interface and turned to his spreadsheet. Curious - according to Yi Chen's timeline, he has been missing for a long time recently.

It's weird......

Uriel thought, noting that in the intervals between his disappearances, he was often associated with someone in the company, who wasn't necessarily an executive.

Every time, there is always someone who meets Yichen. These people immediately left their posts. So far, none of them have returned, but they are still receiving their salaries.

He's gathering the best employees in the company, Uriel thought.

Judging by the numbers, he placed them on the new project. Uriel brought up more documents. It was noted that each of the selected people was promoted at the same time. He found himself getting more and more agitated.

That's a big deal!

At that moment, the screen in the corner of his desk began to flicker, and a phone call came...... He clicked on the panel and plugged the phone into his embedded headset.

"Hello?" He asked in a panic.

"Uriel?" Lilwei's voice came.

He immediately laughed. Her voice... It immediately calmed his heart a lot. He looked up and stopped looking at the screen.

"Hi~"

"I was just wondering," Lilwei said, "can I make something special for dinner, do you like?" ”

He looked down at the dense numbers. "I... Maybe it's going to be overtime again. ”

"Oh, you don't have to say so hesitantly, Uriel. I understand that your work is important. Do you know when you'll be home? ”

"Ten o'clock?"

"How about I order from your favorite Chinese restaurant? It will be waiting for you in the fridge to get home. ”

"Not bad," Uriel said with a smile

"You've been so good to me, Lilwei," he hesitated.

"And what about Ryan? He hadn't seen his dad for 3 days. ”

"I'll make him wait for you," Lilwei said, "at least he'll be home in a while, there's baseball practice tonight." ”

There's a game, a tournament this weekend. This is already in his schedule, marked in red, even if Yichen mixes it, it cannot be changed.

Uriel often worked late – always – but he never missed a game.

"Lilwe," said Uriel, leaning down, "I think something incredible is about to happen. ”

"Uriel? It's been a long time since I've heard you speak in such a gloomy tone. Are you worried? Worried ......" she didn't say it.

He shouldn't have talked about work to his family, but she was one of the few people who had ever listened to him sincerely.

"I'm worried," Uriel said, "but I feel like this project is a disguise for a larger story." I think Yichen wants to release ....... Something else. He's watching to see what we're going to say about it. I....can't explain. But it's all in the numbers. He's moving people, one at a time. Tell them about the new project and let them prepare. ”

"That's a good thing! Do you think he'll pick you? ”

"I don't know, probably. People, not even Yichen are as easy to understand as numbers. ”

"Just in case, I should buy you a new dress."

"You know I hate shopping." He smiled.

"You just have to try it on, it's not a hassle, is it?"

"Indeed, this is the dinner again, you are amazing."

"I think I'm just trying to do something for you, Uriel, you've been working so hard lately, see you at ten."

He taps the screen and hangs up.

The rain still washed the window, and despite the bad weather, he still loved it.

Lilwei had always been right about that thing, as she had about many other things.

He found himself writing down his thoughts, just as he sometimes did.

A kind of diary, full of everything he dreamed of. What would the world be like if people understood each other?

What would the world be like if people couldn't kill each other so easily? Will he be able to make his dreams come true? He wrote it all down.

"Hey," said Richard passing by, "shouldn't you go there?" ”

"Huh?" Uriel asked.

"The meeting, Mr. Yichen? Project Iron Curtain?"

Uriel immediately sat up and looked at the time on the screen.

"it."

He passed the spreadsheet from his desk into the chip of his watch. He prefers this to have an implanted editor around.

"Seriously, Uriel," said Richard, shaking his head, "are you always living in your own little world?" ”

Uriel hurriedly picked up his jacket and hurried to put it on as he chased Richard.