Ma Wei'an's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, as if he wanted to argue about something, but soon his shoulders slumped down. "Maybe. I really don't know what honor is. Forget it, anyway, don't underestimate me. I'll do my job well. You have to understand, you're talking to one of the top hundred programmers in the work fleet. You should show me some respect too."
Ahmed: "You..."
Ma Wei'an turned his face away and stopped speaking, just remembering a family story.
Others thought the Shenxun Ma family was powerful and influential, but as a core family descendant like him, he was instilled from birth with the idea that he existed for the "net."
The meaning of his life was to be a nanny for the "net," a tool.
The universe bestowed such talent upon the Ma family, so they must be good tools, or else they waste their talent.
Once on the fleet, this indoctrination not only didn't weaken, but it was further enhanced.
