A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

The stage was set up, and the audience took their seats.

The performance should begin now!

However, some preparations need to be made before the performance.

To be honest, apart from those who were squeezed in at the front and could see the people on stage clearly, those further back, even though they were standing on tiptoe and peering into the center of the booth, could only vaguely see the silver-gray "Big Yellow Second Generation" and the outline of the equipment next to it. The content on the screen and the movements of the people about to go on stage were all blurry.

"Playing hard to get"—that's the flavor we're after!

Jin Zhen calmly took out two items from his briefcase: an ordinary cassette tape and a stack of blank continuous printing paper.

He put the tape into a similarly silver-gray tape drive, about the size of a small radio, attached to the side of the "Big Yellow II".

The driver indicator light illuminates, emitting a steady reading sound.

Then, he began to type commands using the connected keyboard.

The cursor on the computer screen blinked, and soon the dot matrix printer next to it suddenly started with a "click," and the print head began to move left and right rhythmically.

As the printer moved, a buzz of discussion spread through the back half of the crowd.

"Hey you in front, lower your head!"

"What's displayed on the screen? I can't see anything at all!"

"What exactly is he operating? I just heard that machine suddenly start making noise..."

A buzz of discussion spread through the back half of the crowd, mixed with speculation arising from the inability to see clearly and a hint of impatience.

The few clicks of the printer, like pebbles thrown into calm water, stirred up more ripples of doubt.

Actually, this is just a self-test and simple check after the printer is connected, confirming that the device is ready.

But the less clear things are, the more outlandish the speculations become, and the stronger the itch to see grows. This feeling of being "so close yet so far" is precisely one of the effects Mulan desires.

Mystery is the best catalyst for maintaining attraction, and appropriate "information opacity" can further stimulate people's desire to find out more.

However, going too far is also not good.

After all, it's enough to treat people like monkeys once or twice. If you really think these people are monkeys, then you're just being stupid.

Two other Chinese staff members carried a wooden frame to the edge of the red cordon. Ten pairs of black binoculars, their lenses polished to a gleaming shine, were neatly arranged on the frame.

"Everyone, if you want to see the operation details clearly, you can come over here to get a pair of binoculars. They are limited, one pair per person, and you must return them after you're done."

Xiao Qiang shouted at the top of his lungs, his tone deliberately calm.

He had to force it; even this honest and simple soldier was starting to lose his composure.

Watching these usually arrogant guys turn into ducks with their throats grabbed by fate in front of their own products...

No, I'm so proud, I want to smile like an aunt, I can't hold it in anymore, what should I do?

But the crowd didn't care about the expressions on the faces of the Chinese people in front of them; they just wanted to get their hands on the binoculars.

"There are telescopes! Quick!" Several quick-thinking experts in the front row immediately squeezed forward and were the first to grab the telescopes. Not to be outdone, the people in the back rows pushed and shoved their way forward, and the ten telescopes were quickly snatched up.

Those who got one quickly set up their binoculars, adjusted the focus, and stared intently at the center of the display stand; those who didn't get one were so anxious that they stomped their feet, some jumped on tiptoe to try to see clearly, and some clung to the shoulders of the people next to them to look around, their faces full of anxiety.

"Damn it, only ten sets? That's not enough!" A representative from a European and American manufacturer with a high nose muttered a curse. His assistant frowned as well: "It's too far away. I can't see anything. I can only see that the person on the stage stood up."

The assistant was right; Jin Zhen did indeed stand up. His test was complete, and the printer had temporarily stopped. He picked up the stack of blank continuous printing paper from the table, calmly walked to the printer, neatly placed the paper into the paper feed, and carefully checked it again to ensure it was flat.

After doing all this, Jinzhen raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the surging crowd below the stage. He deliberately nodded slightly in the direction of the crowd—as if to inform everyone that the real performance was about to begin.

This gesture instantly quieted the crowd, and all eyes were focused on him.

Then, Jinzhen walked back to the keyboard and sat down, her fingertips landing on the keyboard again as she began to type in commands.

Through the binoculars, the person who got the binoculars could clearly see the cursor on the computer screen blinking and moving as he typed, lines of characters rapidly appearing. "He's typing commands! There are more characters this time!" a West German expert who got the binoculars exclaimed in a low voice, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the binoculars.

"His movements are very skilled! He doesn't seem to be faking it!" another expert chimed in, his eyes glued to the screen, afraid of missing a single detail.

Those who hadn't received the binoculars could only watch anxiously. "How is it? What is he losing? Is it complicated?" The representative from the European and American manufacturers, who had just been cursing, grabbed the arm of the person next to him who had received the binoculars and pressed him for answers, his grip so tight it almost broke the other person's arm.

The man was engrossed in watching when he was pulled so hard he stumbled. He impatiently waved the hand away: "Shut up! I'm typing a formal command! The characters on the screen are jumping around!"

“So what if the characters are jumping? Who knows if they’re just randomly typing! Maybe they’re just faking it!” Another representative from Lobster Country, who didn’t get a pair of binoculars, questioned loudly, drawing the attention of those around him. “Exactly! From that distance, who can prove that the commands he entered actually worked?” someone immediately echoed, and the skepticism gradually spread.

The person who got the binoculars didn't bother arguing with them; he just stared intently at the center of the display stand.

Soon, as Jinzhen pressed the last button, the dot matrix printer, which had just stopped, started up again with a "click." The print head, with a slight vibration, began to move left and right rhythmically, the paper slowly advanced, and clear text gradually appeared.

"It's out! Something actually spawned!"

This time, instead of the previous test content, the printed agenda was the latest meeting agenda for the IEC conference. Soon, a neatly formatted agenda sheet was printed.

Jin Zhen stood up, picked up the printed agenda, and instead of walking towards the crowd waiting outside the cordon, she turned around and went straight to the inside of the booth—there, the current president of the IEC, a handsome old man with silver hair, was standing with several other IEC officials, watching the demonstration with great interest.

"Mr. Chairman, a short live demonstration. This is a summary of the latest meeting agenda for this IEC General Meeting, which has just been generated."

The IEC president had obviously already learned about or even experienced some of the functions of the "Rhubarb" printer from the French delegation, and was no stranger to its existence and basic capabilities.

But at this moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, as he received this agenda that had been generated almost "out of thin air" in just a few minutes through such a simple operation, he still managed to reveal an expression that perfectly mixed surprise and admiration.

“Oh! This is truly… impressive!” The IEC General Assembly President raised his voice slightly to make sure that many people around could hear him. He looked at Kim Jin, his blue eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.

“Excellent! Absolutely outstanding! Mr. Kim, I am very impressed with your equipment. It's much faster than our secretariat's mimeographing, and the formatting is so beautiful!”

His praise sparked a small initial commotion. The chairman's endorsement undoubtedly increased the credibility of this "performance."

Then, he changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the crowd outside the barrier ropes, a hint of "regret" on his face, as he waved the paper in his hand: "However, my dear friend, look, there are so many members here eager for information, and I only have this one agenda, which might arouse 'jealousy'."

Jin Zhen showed just the right amount of apology on his face and nodded slightly: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Chairman, it was my oversight. But don't worry, 'Dahuang Second Generation' will be able to make up for this mistake quickly."

After speaking, Jin Zhen turned and returned to the computer. Under everyone's gaze, he sat down again and lightly tapped the keyboard with his fingertips.

This time, the action was even faster. The printer, which had just stopped, started up again with a "click" and resumed printing!

"He's typing... one, two, three, four... five! Just five!"

A West German engineer holding a telescope exclaimed in disbelief.

“Funf Tasten!? Das ist alles?” his companion asked hastily.

"Jack! If the Enter key counts... it seems he only entered a 'print' command and parameters, possibly including the number of copies!"

The West German engineer's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

It only took five taps!

As the Enter key was pressed for the last time, the printer, which had rested for less than two minutes, started up again with a "hum"! Moreover, this time its sound was more steady and powerful, and the print head began to move back and forth in a steady rhythm.

"Zizzi-"

The first complete agenda was ejected and landed on the output tray.

Immediately afterwards, the paper feed mechanism automatically pulled the second blank sheet into place, and the print head began printing the second sheet with almost no gap...

The third one, the fourth one...

The printer is like a tireless, automated printing workshop, producing identical, beautifully formatted meeting agendas one after another at a steady pace!

"Its printing multiple copies! Continuously!"

"No manual intervention at all!"

"How many copies did he set?"

Exclamations rose and fell. This time, not only those in the front row with binoculars, but also those in the back who could only see the printer "spitting out paper" finally understood what was happening—this machine, after receiving an extremely simple instruction, was automatically and in batches completing tasks that previously required a lot of repetitive manual labor!

The agenda in the hands of the IEC chairman is no longer a unique document, but a "product" that is being rapidly copied.

The mystique surrounding technology is beginning to transform into tangible and awe-inspiring concrete manifestations of productivity.

The voices of doubt were drowned out by the buzzing of the printer, replaced by a mixture of astonishment, fervor, and an eagerness to learn more.