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The leader pondered various reasons. Perhaps Ji Yuan felt that he was too young to take on such heavy responsibilities? Or maybe he thought his education wasn't sufficient, making him uncomfortable in the talent-rich National Security Department? It could also be that Ji Yuan was at a stage of romantic entanglement, unable to let go of his relationship. He even considered that Ji Yuan might feel he had exhausted his creative potential and could no longer develop new technologies, which was why he was unwilling to stay.
However, no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't figure out that the real reason Ji Yuan chose not to join the National Security Department was because he wanted to start his own business.
"Ji Yuan, starting a business isn't easy; the risks are enormous. One misstep can lead to total failure, and many end up drowning in debt..." Zhou Hexuan wanted to advise his disciple, but as he spoke, he began to feel something was off.
Wait a minute, Ji Yuan was a top-tier rich second generation; what did failure in entrepreneurship mean for him? Worst case scenario, he could just go home and inherit a fortune worth billions. It seemed there was no real risk involved. If his business failed, he could simply start over; he had the capital to do so. Even if he faced setbacks, with his father's wealth-generating strategies, he could easily recover.
The leader shot him a glare, his eyes reflecting disbelief as he looked at Ji Yuan, who sat quietly with a stubborn expression on his face. He couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
He couldn't understand why, no matter how much he said, Ji Yuan was unwilling to budge, determined to raise funds and build a business empire from scratch.
Anyone could engage in business, but high-tech research and development was not something just anyone could do. It wasn't that he lacked eloquence or failed to persuade; rather, Ji Yuan had a deep passion for entrepreneurship.
Since Ji Yuan had no intention of pursuing that path and was willing to submit all research results, they were not a criminal organization that could restrict his freedom or force him to stay.
As the saying goes, a forced melon is not sweet! If they pushed a perfectly good genius to the brink of madness, it would be a loss beyond measure.
Seeing that they couldn't persuade Ji Yuan, both Zhou Hexuan and the leader felt somewhat defeated and decided to report Ji Yuan's response to higher authorities.
After receiving the responses from Zhou Hexuan and the leader, the higher-ups decided to hold a meeting to discuss before giving a reply. In the meantime, they hoped Ji Yuan would not leave the third research base.
Ji Yuan naturally agreed and, after requesting a laptop, began watching videos. His expression was very focused, completely absorbed in the video, unaware of the passage of time.
Soon it was lunchtime, and Sun Hong brought in a nutritious meal that was well-balanced in color, aroma, and taste into Ji Yuan's room.
Ji Yuan was sitting in the computer chair, clearly engrossed in whatever he was looking at, completely unaware of Sun Hong's entrance. Sun Hong had intended to call him for dinner, but he managed to hold back just in time, preventing any unintended consequences from his good intentions.
From his angle, Sun Hong couldn't see what Ji Yuan was looking at, but seeing Ji Yuan's serious expression made him feel a bit anxious. "Maybe Ji Yuan is reviewing some research materials?" Sun Hong thought. Having spent several years at the Third Research Base and having protected numerous researchers, he had a certain understanding of them.
He knew that when these researchers were reviewing their materials, they must not be disturbed; otherwise, it could disrupt their inspiration, and they might never be able to develop new technologies. With this sense of noble responsibility guiding his work, he had received awards from superiors for several consecutive years and earned their recognition.
Thinking this way, Sun Hong naturally lightened his footsteps. He didn’t say anything and gently placed the food tray on the table before planning to quietly exit.
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