In late February, the sky over Xucheng was almost always shrouded in leaden clouds.
A fine, misty rain fell without end. Through the glass, the entire Science and Technology Park was barely visible in the downpour.
After finishing his routine work, Chen Yansen rose and walked to the window. He could just see Song Yuncheng in the building diagonally across, sitting upright at her workstation, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
Compared to Ye Qiuping, Song Yuncheng's innate professional aptitude wasn't particularly high. She had relied entirely on deliberate practice and applying past experiences to build her ability to deconstruct and reorganize logic, which in turn allowed her to form a highly effective work methodology.
She was the type of person who made up for a lack of natural talent with sheer diligence.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! A rap sounded at the door.
"Come in," Chen Yansen replied.
