"Dr. Zhang," Chief Qiu finally spoke again, his tone much more relaxed than before, even tinged with a subtle hint of admiration, "your observations are meticulous, and your analysis is logical."
Zhang Lin felt half the weight lifted off his shoulders and quickly responded modestly, "No, no, I just tend to overthink and have a habit of gossiping, can't keep my mouth shut..."
"Sometimes, 'overthinking' and 'gossiping', if used in the right place, are not flaws but strengths," Chief Qiu said meaningfully.
Zhang Lin was taken aback, not quite understanding the meaning behind his words.
Chief Qiu stood up, walked to the door to ensure it was securely closed, then returned to his seat, his expression becoming serious and solemn.
"Dr. Zhang, the main reason I called you here today is not to hold you accountable for spreading news," Chief Qiu lowered his voice slightly, "but rather for a more important and sensitive matter, which might require your assistance."
