A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Team leader Jack was silent for a moment, about to say something, when Witt beside him exclaimed again:

"Oh! Look, they've started printing? They've already finished the statistics? Jack, Jack, let's go get one and take a look!"

"Through this, I might be able to analyze even more things!"

Jack's eyes also turned fervent. He patted Witt on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down, and at the same time winked at the two burly men behind him.

The two burly men immediately increased their strength, pushing forward like bulldozers, carving a path through the crowd and approaching the edge of the booth.

At this moment, the printer finally stopped, and the complete report slowly emerged.

Jin Zhen stood up and gently picked up the two printed pages, still warm from the machine and faintly smelling of ink. He didn't look at them for long, turned around and walked straight towards the barrier rope at the edge of the booth, his eyes searching for Mr. Schmidt, the bank executive who had issued the challenge.

"Sir, here are the reports. The raw data, summaries, comparisons, and trend charts are all here. Please check them."

Jinzhen held up the paper in her hand to indicate.

However, with crowds thronging the booth and a cacophony of noise, where was Mr. Schmidt's demure figure?

The banker, who had been so aggressive just minutes before, had disappeared from the front-line "VIP observation area," whether unintentionally pushed to the back by the even more frenzied and surging crowd or temporarily retreated due to inner turmoil.

Jin Zhen's hand, holding the report, froze in mid-air, a look of confusion flashing across her face.

"Hahaha..." Someone in the crowd let out a low laugh.

Uh, Jinzhen is inexplicably cute right now, kind of adorable and innocent.

In that brief moment, a quick-thinking French representative, taking advantage of the terrain, practically snatched the still-warm printed document from Jin Zhen's hands.

At a single glance, he gasped, exclaiming, "Mon Dieu… This is impossible! Lordre parfait…"

His exclamation silenced the surrounding noise. All eyes in the vicinity snapped to the slightly trembling piece of paper in his hand.

On the first page, the clear table lines formed a rigorous framework, and the previously messy handwritten data had been tamed and filled in into columns such as "Company Name", "Financing Amount", "Revenue Costs", and "Risk Assessment Coefficient".

However, when his gaze, and the gaze of the growing crowd, fell upon the bottom half of the second page…

“A graph! He made a graph paratif automatiquement!” another Gallic expert exclaimed.

The coordinate axes, scales, and corresponding character bars representing the companies are filled with a tight combination of "X" and "*", with numerical values ​​labeled next to them...

Everything is silently proclaiming that this machine not only organized the data, but also understood the relationships between the data and selected the optimal way to express it!

Yes, visual charts!

Why is Microsoft's operating system almost globally dominant? It's all because of these two factors.

Humans are visual creatures. A picture is far more memorable than a dizzying array of numbers.

"Bar chart! Automatically generated bar chart!"

"Das System… es interpretiert die Daten!"

Upon hearing the familiar word "System," Jinzhen, though not fluent in French, still wanted to correct them: it wasn't a system, but simply a cell-based spreadsheet software.

The system is still being worked on at home, but progress is fast...

However, this idea only passed through his mind once.

Talking is too tiring; I'd rather save my energy for thinking about the task Brother Jiangxia assigned me...

A tsunami of gasps erupted from the front of the booth and spread rapidly to the back. Although many people in the back couldn't see the details, the keywords "charts," "automatically generated," and "analysis," along with the experts' flustered reactions, were enough for them to realize just how shocking this was.

Just then, an exasperated voice rang out from a few meters behind the crowd, drowning out the chuckles:

"Here! I'm here! The report! That's my data; only I can verify its accuracy! Please give me the report!"

Mr. Schmidt was struggling to squeeze back into the front row behind several tall Nordic representatives. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his expensive suit jacket was dried out, making him look somewhat disheveled.

However, the people around, immersed in the technological awe, either held up binoculars or craned their necks to look, and no one paid attention to the cries of the original owner of the data.

He was like a fish stranded on a beach of technological frenzy, thrashing about in vain.

Jack, the leader of the Bald Eagles, happened to squeeze in front of him. Upon hearing this, he had an idea and pulled him into his own group.

With this unexpected help, Schmidt finally managed to squeeze back to the front row and almost snatched the two precious printouts from the French technician who was still marveling at them.

The standardization of tables, the accurate classification of data, and the correct calculation of summary values...

Especially the bar chart at the bottom of the second page, which is made up of simple characters yet is extremely impactful.

The standardization of the tables and the rationality of the column design far surpassed the manual output of his most senior analyst.

All of this is different from the fact that his team usually spends several days and repeatedly checks to form a preliminary report, but he just produced it by typing a few keys?

Efficiency...Standardization...Automation...

These words echoed in his mind.

As a banker, he understands better than anyone what the ability to quickly transform chaotic data into standardized reports and automatically extract visual insights means in areas such as risk assessment, credit decisions, and investment analysis.

That would be an overwhelming revolution in efficiency and a significant improvement in the quality of decision-making!

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Jin Zhen on the stage again. The doubt and arrogance in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a burning light as if he had discovered a gold mine.

A highly professional, even somewhat obsequious smile quickly spread across his face; the speed at which he changed his expression was astonishing.

Schmidt carefully put away the reports, tidied his disheveled hair and suit, then took out a gold-embossed leather business card holder from his pocket and retrieved a finely crafted business card. He carefully handed the card to Jin Zhen through the safety rope.

"Sir? Uh, comrade? Anyway, I want to say..."

"What an amazing demonstration! I am deeply impressed by the technical prowess of your team and the potential of this 'Rhubarb' device! I am Schmidt, a senior partner at Credit Suisse. Our bank has extensive experience and ample funding in supporting innovative technology companies with revolutionary potential!"

He observed Jinzhen's expression...

The latter simply looked at him calmly, his face still bearing that expressionless look that he had always disliked.

Yes, that's what geniuses should be like! So cute and innocent!

Seeing that Jinzhen didn't react to his enthusiastic loan invitation, Schmidt immediately changed his approach, using a more considerate tone:

"Of course, I understand the diverse needs of startup tech teams. In addition to traditional business loans, we can also provide very generous venture capital and strategic financing services to help top teams like yours quickly commercialize their technology, scale up production, and expand into global markets! We are not interested in short-term returns, but in growing together with future industry leaders!"

Well, to be fair, there's a reason why the banking industry in the watchmaking country is so developed; they seize any opportunity that comes their way!

In his view, and that of many Western observers, such advanced technology would inevitably crave funding to accelerate its development, and bank capital is the most friendly and powerful stepping stone.

However, they were unaware of, or deliberately ignored, a fundamental premise.

Do you know what it is?

Hohohoho, see you tomorrow!