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The silence inside the tent seemed to have gained weight, making it hard to breathe.

All three sets of data didn't match, and everyone was waiting for the boss to say something.

Wait until he admits he misjudged, wait until he orders the stalls to close and the people to leave, wait until he shows even the slightest sign of panic.

Ke Lin Che stared at the picture for a full half minute.

No one dared to urge them on, no one dared to move, and even their breathing became soft.

Then, he smiled.

"The data is correct."

Lin Che finally spoke, breaking the deathly silence in the tent.

All eyes turned to them.

He raised his head, his face showing no sign of panic, but rather as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

"My estimate shouldn't have been used to compare individual numbers in the first place."

Upon hearing this, Engineer Zhou was stunned.

The people inside the tent were also caught off guard.

What does it mean to say that a number should not be used to represent a single number?

That estimate was clearly written down by the boss with great confidence before he set off.

All three numbers are off right now, but instead of admitting his mistake, he says he shouldn't have used them for comparison?

Lin Che stood up and walked to the exploration map.

His movements were unhurried, as if the oppressive atmosphere in the tent had no effect on him whatsoever.

Everyone's eyes were on him.

He picked up a pen and drew a circle around each of the three mismatched points on the diagram.

The pen tip grazed the paper, making a soft scratching sound that was especially clear in the quiet tent.

"Look."

His fingertip touched the first circle.

"The taste is down by more than ten percent, the direction is off by twenty degrees, and the burial depth is twice as deep."

He looked up. "Three numbers, none of them match."

He paused, then moved his fingertip to the middle of the three circles.

"But look again, these three points are all still on this vein. The minerals are real, right?"

Everyone in the tent looked in the direction his pen tip pointed.

The afternoon sun slanted in through the gaps in the canvas, landing directly on the unfolded exploration map.

The three red circles on the image, along with the vein in the middle that has been corrected by actual measurement data, are clearly visible in the light.

Engineer Zhou's gaze swept over the three circles, and he paused for a moment.

Yes.

The taste has been low, the direction has been off, and the depth of the misunderstanding has been too great.

No matter how remote the sampling point was, every single sampling point yielded actual mineral deposits.

The veins do exist, and the mineral deposits are indeed abundant; these two most important points are both true.

No matter how large the deviation, it didn't stray from this particular mine.

This is exactly what Lin Che wanted from beginning to end.

"My judgment."

Lin Che put down his pen, his voice low, yet each word struck a chord deep within people's hearts.

"To be honest, it's only about 68% accurate."

Upon hearing this, Engineer Zhou became even more confused.

Sixty-eight percent means that you'll get it wrong more than three times out of ten.

With such accuracy, you dare to use it as a forecast?

"If it's 68% accurate, and you use it to bet on a specific number, you'll lose three out of ten times."

Lin Che's gaze swept over the three mismatched points.

"Taste, trend, and depth are all specific numbers."

He shook his head. "It's off, that's perfectly normal."

He paused, then moved his fingertip to the center of the three points.

"But if you use that same 68% to determine the most basic thing, whether there is a mineral deposit underneath, and whether it's worth digging for."

He made a heavy dot on the picture.

"It never made me fall."

There was a moment of silence in the tent.

These words sounded easy, but not a single person present could laugh.

Someone who claims to have only 68% of his abilities uses that 68% to identify a mine that even large companies haven't dared to confirm.

The biases that had been weighing on everyone's minds suddenly seemed insignificant now.

They finally realized that they had been worrying about the wrong thing.

What should cause panic is never those few numbers that don't match.

"So on this trip, I never expected those numbers to be exactly right."

He withdrew his hand.

"I just want it to tell me one thing: I've come to the right place."

He said, "The remaining detailed accounts should be measured inch by inch by your drills and instruments."

"To take a number estimated by an amateur like me and compare it with the number measured by your professional instruments is to put the cart before the horse."

After he finished speaking, no one in the tent uttered a sound.

Engineer Zhou looked down at the diagram, at the three sets of data he had personally measured that didn't match.

Just now, his mind was filled with these deviations, and he felt suffocated by them, thinking that he was going to mess up this job.

But after Lin Che's intervention, his gaze suddenly shifted away from those specific numbers.

He saw something else.

All three sampling points yielded minerals.

Before setting off, the boss marked the sampling point here based solely on a rough estimate on a piece of paper.

Every shot hits its mark; not one misses.

Engineer Zhou stood there, speechless for a long time.

He has worked in geological exploration for more than ten years and has seen too many arrogant laymen.

Those people, with their half-baked judgments, pontificated about professional data, and ended up suffering a crushing defeat.

He originally thought that this General Manager Lin was also of this type.

But now he's finally realizing what's going on.

They didn't treat that forecast as an ironclad rule at all.

That estimate was used to define the scope and point out the direction; it was to get the exploration started.

The truly meticulous work was entrusted to him, a professional, from the very beginning.

The boss was incredibly accurate in his direction; all the sampling points were located on the mineral veins without missing a single one.

In terms of details, he gave the professionals ample leeway and did not try to take the lead in any way.

This sense of proportion, this clear-headedness in prioritizing things, is far superior to that of an inexperienced boss who meddles in everything.

Ultimately, the hardest thing is not how much you know, but knowing what you don't know.

This Mr. Lin has clearly grasped this point.

The slight disdain Zhou had felt due to the data discrepancy, along with his earlier panic, vanished completely.

Instead, there was a deep-seated sense of admiration.

"President Lin."

Zhou's tone changed unconsciously, becoming somewhat respectful and convinced.

"I misunderstood."

He said, "You're right, the direction is set, leave the rest of the detailed data to me."

"I'll redesign the drilling grid to completely uncover this off-center vein."

Lin Che nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work."

In the corner, He Wei quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

She knew Lin Che wouldn't fail.

Looking back now, the tension I felt just now seems like I was overthinking things.

She knew this man too well. He never fought a battle he wasn't sure of winning, but his certainty was never based on some unfounded calculation.

It's this kind of thing.

It is the clarity to know what to believe in oneself and what to believe in others.

There are many smart people in this world, but few are smart enough to see the limits of their own abilities and know when to let go.

Lin Che is exactly that kind of person.

The tension that had been building up inside the tent all afternoon gradually eased.

The workers dispersed in twos and threes, each returning to their respective drilling rigs.

Zhou seemed to get excited, spread out new blueprints, and started to plan the sampling points again based on the revised vein direction.

He kept muttering to himself that the course of this vein was more interesting than he had expected.

What seemed like a disastrous exploration was turned into a positive start by a few words from Lin Che.

Lin Che watched all this, then slowly got up, intending to go back to his tent to rest.

Just as he turned around, his gaze swept over Kamau.

Kamau was still sitting at the door. He had written down every single detail of the incident, from Lin Che's silence to his revelation to everyone's conviction.

At this moment, he was looking down, and next to the passage he had finished writing, he was unconsciously drawing something.

It's still that small square.

Four lines were drawn to form a small hollow frame on the edge of the page.

Lin Che's gaze lingered on that square frame.

This time, he didn't just glance at it like he had the first time.

He stared at the box for an extra half second.