Fuller Industries.

The company was shut down almost all morning because of the virus attack.

Wendy had not left the technical department at all. Every once in a while, there was an outburst and a slew of curses that followed.

"President Fuller."

Carl's voice rang in her ear.

Hearing this, Wendy hurriedly recomposed herself. She lowered her eyes and greeted the person at the door, "Dad, why are you here?"

Henry had a squarish face. At that moment, he looked solemn and stern. "What? You haven't dealt with that virus yet?"

The person in charge of the technical department had been on the receiving end of Wendy’s scolding all morning. At this moment, his head was covered in a sheen of sweat. He nodded and apologized profusely, "President Fuller, our people are really trying their best, but this virus is too powerful. Whenever we think that we have a solution, a new problem will emerge. It’s like an infinite loop..."

"In other words, there’s nothing you can do?" Henry asked as he fro