Sometimes, language is a weapon, piercing straight to the heart, and it's very sharp.
Ian was dumbfounded by Zhao Qiang's words, staring with his mouth agape, then confusion spread across his face.
"I'm not sure, I think what you're saying is somewhat... no, I don't know, but I think..."
I'm not sure, I don't know, I think.
That was all Ian could manage to say now, his recent promotion's allure had begun to waver, but Zhao Qiang's words rapidly melted away the little hope for the future that had formed with his promotion, like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun.
Zhao Qiang's face was grave as he shook his head and said softly, "It seems that you still don't really understand your current situation. Let me ask you the same question in another way. You're in charge of a laboratory, so do you have any projects? Will you have funding? Do you have qualified subordinates?"
Ian sighed softly.