"But you've tried it too, do you think it will make a difference?"
Jiang Chuan remained silent for a moment, flicking the windshield wipers, which produced a rhythmic sound.
Once the wipers stopped, he said, "The more concepts you accept, the harder it is to achieve the unity of knowledge and action. If you're still aiming for the Extraordinary, you shouldn't listen to this messy chatter. Just like Station Chief Harlem, only keep those whose ideas align with yours, clear out all the misfits to be free from distractions."
"He made a mistake!"
Ding Yishan shook his head firmly, his tone carrying a hint of disdain, "He didn't even take the right first step, just like that old thing Towns. The concept that can resist pollution needs thorough refinement and the ability to shatter other stray thoughts, not just covering one's ears and pretending not to hear."
"But this path..." Jiang Chuan sighed, "Except for the elders back then, no one has successfully walked this path again."
