Night, eleven o'clock.
Happiness City, Inner City, Central Hall.
After nearly twelve hours of intense debate, most of the details of version 1.0 migration plan have been finalized. What remains is to continuously adjust and modify in practice.
The heavy wooden door slowly opens, and ministers file out with undeniable weariness, walking briskly.
The implementation of the plan is just the starting point; countless execution challenges await in the Buffer Zone.
Everyone is aware that beneath the seemingly smooth agreement lies multiplied execution resistance.
Yet, oddly enough, no one shows the usual defeated expression seen after previous meetings. Instead, they all wear relieved smiles, as if a thrilling game has ended. Even if exhausted, there's a sense of "fulfillment" in their relaxation.
It's strange, but true.
Previous meetings always ended in evasion and bickering, with everyone avoiding responsibility like the plague, fearing a sudden burden.
