"You... haven't fabricated any data, have you?" White Beard lowered his voice uneasily.
One of his top high-tech executives immediately tensed up: "How could we? This is a matter of life and death... nobody would joke about this."
"They're just needlessly worried; it will definitely work!"
That's what the executive was thinking: "It's not our fault, the resources are extremely scarce. We have already done very well! As long as it works, nobody will find out about this issue!"
He truly believed this in his heart.
"If it works, it's good," the education he had received since childhood.
Subconsciousness, social environment, everything told him this, and he didn't even consider it to be wrong.
Meanwhile, White Beard looked meaningfully at the other, half-trusting, half-doubtful, without saying much more— I definitely don't want the whole city to be blood sacrificed; let's make do as much as we can!
...
Similar situations were happening in many other cities.
