A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Jin Zhen turned and walked towards the dark curtain behind the booth. He reached behind the curtain, seemingly pulling someone aside, and whispered something.

The curtain swayed slightly, and a figure was half-pulled and half-draggled out.

He was a boy who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. He was a bit chubby, wearing an ill-fitting Zhongshan suit. His hair was a little messy, and his face showed obvious reluctance and nervousness. His eyes darted around, and he almost dared not look at the dark mass of people below the stage.

Who else could this be but Fatty!

Yes, it's that boy Jiang Xia picked up, the one with an almost instinctive talent for programs and computers.

In Jiang Xia's private words, Fatty is like a "secret weapon" in their technical team, but also a "problem younger brother" who needs to be carefully protected.

Although Fatty looked at Jinzhen with a "don't come any closer" expression and almost stumbled, Jinzhen still managed to pull him to the front of the second-generation Dahuang.

"You have to help me! These numbers, and these handwritten notes, can't be entered incorrectly, not even a single punctuation mark can be wrong. You handle the input, and I'll be responsible for checking and giving instructions. Otherwise, it'll easily get messed up."

Fatty glanced at the report Jinzhen had handed him: crooked tables, illegible handwritten notes, and numbers of inconsistent sizes...

It is indeed quite difficult to understand.

"Then take your time hitting it..."

The chubby boy, clutching the report, wore a pained expression and still tried to inch his way behind the curtain, muttering, "I...I can't do it. With so many people watching, my hands are shaking..."

Jin Zhen abruptly stopped pulling him, took a deep breath, and felt his "social energy" completely drained. He didn't try to persuade Fatty anymore, but instead stretched out his arm and pointed directly at Jiang Qiu and Jiang Dong, who were watching them intently.

The two little girls seemed completely unaffected by the tense atmosphere, blinking their big, dark eyes and waving at the two people on the stage.

When they saw the chubby boy looking over, the two little ones' eyes lit up, and they once again stretched out their little arms and gestured above their heads, forming the crooked but encouraging "heart" pattern.

"Your brother Jiang Xia is waiting for news from here! Do you want to disappoint him?"

The fat man shuddered, and the resistance and retreat on his face instantly froze.

He stared blankly at the familiar heart signal for two seconds.

Suddenly, she awkwardly raised her hands above her head and quickly made a bigger heart shape in the direction of Jiang Qiu and Jiang Dong.

Then, Fatty turned around, and the tension and timidity on his face miraculously disappeared, leaving only an almost vacuum-like focus. He no longer looked at anyone in the audience, his gaze fixed on the keyboard and Big Yellow's screen, as if the whole world consisted of only these two things.

Then, he plopped down in front of the keyboard that Jin Zhen had given up. His previously somewhat timid demeanor underwent a complete transformation the moment his fingers touched the keyboard.

People with simple minds, when focused and single-minded, often achieve remarkable success.

Fatty's eyes instantly focused on the report and Jin Zhen, and he was no longer flustered.

He took a slight breath, straightened his back, and placed his fingers lightly on the start position of the keyboard, like a soldier about to enter battle.

The audience was somewhat bewildered by this unexpected turn of events.

Who is this strange-looking boy who was pulled out?

"Are you ready?" Jinzhen asked.

Fatty nodded vigorously: "Ready!"

"Begin," Jin Zhen said in a low voice, pointing to the first data point in the upper left corner of the report.

As soon as Jin Zhen finished speaking, the fat man's fingertips moved.

"Operating revenue, last quarter, was $35,671.42."

As soon as Jin Zhen finished speaking, before the last syllable of his voice had even faded, the chubby guy's fingertips had already swept across the corresponding number keys and decimal point keys, and ".42 USD" had accurately appeared on the screen. He even casually typed a simple tag like "@INCOME_Q_PREV" before the number.

“Manufacturing costs this month are estimated at 21,000, with a handwritten note stating ‘including raw material price increases,’” Jinzhen continued.

The chubby guy's fingers barely stopped, and the number "" and the short note "RMCostUp" appeared on the screen. The note was automatically recognized as a comment format.

“Inventory raw materials, category A, handwritten, approximately 8,500… The handwriting after that is blurry, it looks like ‘around’.” Jin Zhen frowned slightly.

Fatty's typing speed didn't slow down at all. He typed "~8500EST" and marked it with a verification mark "@CHECK".

Yes, Fatty did more than just mechanically enter numbers.

He seemed to be able to instantly understand the context of each data item Jin Zhen reported and select the most appropriate format and identifier for input.

When faced with illegible handwritten numbers, he would add a special mark while inputting an approximate value; when faced with currency units of different formats, he could either convert them uniformly or retain the original markings.

When encountering cross-page references or situations requiring intermediate value calculations, he can even pre-reserve formula spaces or insert calculation commands!

Jinzhen's numbers were clear and calm, while Pangdun's input was swift and accurate.

A wonderful and efficient human-machine collaboration model has been formed between the two.

Jinzhen, as a "visual and logical analysis unit," extracts precise information from chaos.

The chubby guy transforms into an "ultra-high-speed biological input terminal," converting information into machine-readable code without loss.

The audience was stunned.

They had hoped to observe what ingenious commands the person on the stage had entered, but now they couldn't even see what the fat man had entered!

But the fingers fluttered like butterflies, making it impossible to discern where they landed on the keys.

Those hands left almost a blur on the keyboard, each keystroke precise and decisive, without any unnecessary movements.

The cursor on the screen moved rapidly to the right and to new lines as he typed, and rows of neat numbers and labels appeared, quickly filling the table frame defined by the program.

The scene was just like the ancient poem described: "The sounds of the keyboard are dense and rapid, like pearls falling onto a jade plate."

"God... what is he typing? Letters and numbers mixed together... and those symbols!"

"It's too fast! I can't even see which keys he pressed!"

"It's not just fast! Look at the screen! The things he's typing have a structure! But I have absolutely no idea what they represent!"

"He seems to be... tagging the data? Using those '@' symbols?"

"Incredible... Who is this young man? His control over his fingers and the keyboard... and his intuition for data structures..."

An engineer from the Lobster Country, who had initially been skeptical of the "Rhubarb" system, held up his binoculars with trembling hands and murmured:

"Wow... I used to think the piano was something elegant. I never imagined that the sound of keys being struck could captivate me! This... this is simply art!"

"Hmph! They're probably just randomly typing away, aren't they? I don't believe they can input that messy data like that!"

……

"Ha, those idiots!" Two people wearing large sunglasses pointed at Jinzhen and Pangdun from a distance away from the crowd.

"Wirt, have you seen enough? Let me see!" Team leader Jack reached out to snatch the monocular telescope from Dr. Wirt's hand.

"Oh, darling, let me watch a little longer!"

Dr. Witt somewhat displeased slapped away the hand of the team leader, Jack.

"If those people can't understand it, how could I not understand it?"

"The initial doubts about the data processing capabilities of the 'Big Yellow' system seem to have become a laughable joke in the face of this unbelievable input performance."

"Where does this begin?"

"Hmph! What level of processing power and software system design must a computer possess to be able to handle such input speed and ensure its accurate conversion into effective instructions?"

"Jack, do as the Chinese say! Who knows, we might really become the Dark Knights of the United States!"