Chapter 10: Limit Reasoning

"Hmm..."

Gao Yang stared at the delicately crafted diary that seemed untouched by time:

"This four-digit password really isn't hard to guess, so I'll guess Zhang Yuqian's birthday—January 21st, right? 0121! Hurry, try it!"

Lin Xian lowered his head and turned the four dials of the lock.

They turned as smoothly as always!

Click clack, crisp and delicate, the sound was pleasant, and the feel was great. It was hard to imagine that the diary had been sitting there for over twenty years... Just from the sound and feel alone, one could deduce that the mechanical design of this little lock was very precise.

One had to admit, small things often reflected larger truths. Craftsmanship from the last century was still commendable, even considered world-leading.

No wonder those motivational magazines could concoct stories like in Japan, dishes should be washed seven times.