A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Seeing that he had a powerful backer, Old Wang was no longer flustered. He picked up the travelogue he hadn't finished reading and continued reading.

No matter how turbulent the world may be, I will remain steadfast and unmoved!

Instead of wasting time thinking about those trivial matters, you should take a closer look at how your own comrades bully foreigners.

I'm so excited!

……

The phrase "Big Brother Wang bullies" is somewhat inappropriate; let's return our focus to the IEC conference.

Not long after Jinzhen distributed the printed copies.

Many people's eyes had changed from curiosity to eagerness, as if they could see the wonderful scene of their office's mountains of documents being quickly swallowed up and neatly spat out by this machine.

However, just as the atmosphere was becoming overwhelmingly one of praise, a slightly arrogant voice pierced through the buzzing of admiration.

"An impressive little trick, Chinese!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man in a well-tailored dark gray striped suit with his hair neatly combed speaking outside the cordon.

After attracting everyone's attention, the middle-aged man straightened his chest, drawing attention to a badge on his chest.

Albrecht Schmidt, an executive at UBS.

After deliberately waiting for everyone to clearly see the badge, the middle-aged man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and continued speaking with the unique sense of superiority characteristic of the banking industry:

"Efficient continuous printing can indeed save clerks time."

"But it looks more like a smart printer showing off its 'muscles,' or rather, a pre-arranged 'magic trick' that utilizes new output devices."

A fixed meeting agenda can be pre-formatted and its content stored on tape before the presentation.

Those few keystrokes you just made, your so-called 'commands,' seem to me to be nothing more than triggers to start this pre-defined process.

"But what you're showing us is this ridiculously small computer, isn't it?"

"How much does this have to do with the computer's actual processing power, versatility, and flexibility? After all, the key to achieving such printing results lies in the output device."

Giant, the "Big Blue," launched a practical dot matrix printer as early as 1957, and the one our bank currently uses is the latest Hewlett-Packard 9100 model, which also boasts excellent output capabilities. Back then, the prerequisite was having a computer with sufficient performance!

So, sir, what you're showing us is perhaps more the credit of this…” He paused slightly, as if searching for a more precise word, “…the credit of this novel-looking printer, rather than any revolutionary breakthrough in data processing and logical operations by this so-called 'computer'.”

As he spoke, Schmidt reached behind him, and an employee handed him his briefcase.

Schmidt pulled open the clasp of his briefcase and took out several sheets of paper. Those around could see that they were several sheets of paper with a mixture of handwritten and typed text, inconsistent formats, and even corrections; the data was dense and somewhat chaotic.

"This is a summary of preliminary financial statements and operating data that I just received from a company seeking funding."

“Look, this is the kind of ‘input’ commonly found in the business world.” The bank executive gestured the report toward the display stand, a subtle, challenging smile playing on his lips.

"Can your 'Rhubarb' understand these things and turn them into... well, say, a formal and readable report like the agenda you just printed out? Or does it only recognize the standard 'tape recipes' you've prepared for it in advance?"

This question is quite tricky, instantly shifting the focus from "output efficiency" back to the core concepts of "intelligent processing" and "flexibility".

Yes, printing a fixed agenda is one thing, but dealing with messy raw data and organizing it into a routine is quite another.

Many knowledgeable people once again turned their attention to Jin Zhen, awaiting his response.

However, Jin Zhen, standing quietly in the center of the booth, simply remained there.

The megaphone was right next to him, but he seemed to have a physiological resistance to speaking; he pursed his lips and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

The silence stretched on endlessly, making it seem as if he had been stumped by the pointed question.

On the side of the booth, Jiang Qiu tugged at Jiang Dong's little hand, wondering if it was too late to offer some encouragement.

Jiang Dong narrowed her eyes and looked at the bank executive. Behind her, Mulan's expression remained calm, but her gaze was fixed on Jin Zhen.

If Jinzhen doesn't make a move, Mulan decides to go and save the day!

Just then, Jinzhen moved.

He didn't touch the megaphone, but instead, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, calmly extended his right hand toward the bank executive.

With the palm outstretched and fingertips extended, it is an unmistakable gesture of "demanding".

This action was somewhat unexpected.

The bank executive was also stunned. He subconsciously glanced at the messy reports in his hand, then at Jin Zhen's outstretched hand, and hesitated before asking, "You...you want this?"

Jin Zhen nodded, but still didn't say anything.

“As you wish, young man.” Schmidt stepped forward, stopped in front of the safety rope, and handed the report to Jin Zhen through the rope.

"This is that company's financing statement. The data is messy and the format is inconsistent. If you can use your machine to organize this data into a standardized statement, then I will acknowledge its value!"

Jin Zhen took the report, walked back to the booth, and quickly flipped through it, his eyes intently scanning the messy data.

Looking at the bank executive again, this time, Jin Zhen finally spoke into the microphone.

The sound wasn't loud, and was even slightly dry, but when amplified, every word was crystal clear:

"A very good question..."

He paused, and just as a look of "I knew I had to explain" appeared on the other person's face, he continued with the second half of his sentence, his tone as calm as if stating an objective fact:

Don't ask again next time.

"..."

"???"

After a brief silence, the audience erupted in low gasps and incredulous laughter in various languages!

These words are simply... too arrogant, too rude, yet they also carry the extreme confidence unique to technical geniuses—a confidence that's too lazy to waste words!

But surprisingly, this hit a nerve with these foreigners.

After all, these guys don't believe in our doctrine of the mean; they believe in the survival of the fittest.

The bank executive's face flushed instantly, his assessment-like arrogance turning into public rage: "What... what kind of attitude is this?!"

Well, he should still be angry, but nobody at the scene paid any attention to him.

Jin Zhen didn't look at him again. It was as if that brief reply had already exhausted the social media quota he needed for this presentation.

He turned around directly, deftly took out the original demonstration tape, and replaced it with another program tape.

The hissing sound of the drive reading tape filled the air. Jinzhen sat back down at the keyboard, his ten fingers hovering over the keys. His profile, illuminated by the dim light of the screen, showed only complete focus.

His actions spoke louder than words: the real answer lay not in words, but in the actions that followed.

All eyes, including the furious bank executive's, were involuntarily drawn to his fingertips and the flickering screen.

Everyone thought he was about to start typing, but the next second, Jin Zhen suddenly frowned, stood up, turned around and walked quickly towards the dark blue velvet curtain behind the booth.

? ?

! !

"Escape?"