A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Jiang Xia scratched his hair, which had become a mess due to his unseemly sleeping posture, and listened to the person in front of him reporting the situation to the head of the outer department, feeling a little dizzy.

"Jiang Gong, here, have some water!" The translator handed Jiang Xia a water cup.

"Oh, thank you!"

"Hehe, you're welcome! This is top-quality jasmine tea, I brewed it really strong!" the translator said sincerely.

The leader on duty outside hesitated for a long time, but ultimately decided against letting the junior translator in to report. A group of leaders gathered together for a collective discussion. Some things, if you're not of a higher rank, forcing your way in will only get you criticized!

Jiang Xia was annoyed: "Are you trying to make me excited all night? It's just C language, what's there to discuss? I was thinking of slowly casting the bait and getting the French to bite, but who would have thought that before I even cast the bait, the French jumped into the fish basket by itself."

Hey, things are going so smoothly, it doesn't seem like the style of that dog of an author who likes to mess with the protagonist. Has someone else written it?

"Xiao Jiang! If you're still not awake, go back to your dorm and get some more sleep! This isn't urgent!"

Watching Jiang Xia chug tea, the head of the outer department felt a pang of sympathy.

The main problem is that Xiao Dai Mao's condition is really not good. His eyes are bloodshot and bulging, and there is a trace of paleness on his handsome face.

"It's alright, esteemed leaders, may I share my thoughts on this matter?"

"Okay! Say it!"

"Uh, Comrade Jiang Xia, you don't need to explain what this advanced language is when you speak..." a duty officer added timidly.

"Okay, I'll try my best."

"I think we should agree to this! Besides the economic benefits, it will also show those big-nosed people outside and change their perception that this is a land of hope, not a barren desert!"

"Furthermore, through this language, the outer part can also make some of its own sounds."

"Oh? To make your own voice? What's this all about?" The Minister of the External Affairs Department became interested.

It's important to understand that China's current efforts in coking are facing extremely difficult challenges.

Apart from Uncle Hippo, who is still fighting for independence, only some of China's allies in Eastern Europe can stand up for it. It can be said that China is surrounded by enemies.

Not only is China facing encirclement and suppression from the bald eagle-led camp, but also the crazy provocations from the self-proclaimed leader of the Non-Aligned Movement; the big brother of the alliance has also turned a cold shoulder to China, and the group of allied countries that rely on the big brother's whims are also gradually drifting away from China.

However, there's one country worth mentioning. Yes, it's the place that sang "Buy Buddha Cold".

In the 50s, our friendship with them developed in all aspects, with frequent high-level visits and extensive cooperation in the political, economic and cultural fields.

Beginning in the late 50s, with the reversal of our relationship with the Alliance, relations between China and Poland gradually became estranged. Nevertheless, Boris Johnson continued to support China's position on some international issues, such as opposing the "two centenary goals" and demanding the restoration of China's legitimate seat in the United Nations.

Do you know what the first Sino-foreign joint venture in Xinhua was?

Sino-Polish Shipping Company!

The grain that China recently bought from Australia was transported by this company!

(I've digressed again, but the author feels it's important for you to know these true events. When this country later wavered between two sides, why didn't Motherland slap it down? The past ties probably played a significant role.)

"That's right! Languages ​​aren't something you can just learn overnight! Since the other party wants to learn, we should maintain long-term contact with them. With that connection, everyone will become more familiar with each other, and once you're familiar, some things won't be a problem!"

"Makes sense!"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs and several other leaders present all applauded.

"But Xiao Jiang, is this language the same language you wrote at the Academy of Sciences? Isn't that far too important!"

The head of the outer section recalled his conversation with "Teacher Hua" and felt very sorry that such a powerful thing had been given away!

"No, no. Although they are both low-level programs, their meanings are different."

"One is..."

"Stop! Comrade Jiang, that's enough, that's enough, you really don't need to explain so clearly." One of the leaders present quickly interrupted Jiang Xia, waving his hand with a wry smile.

"Just tell me whether the language is highly classified or not, and whether it will have adverse consequences for the future development of related industries!"

"I don't think so. This thing is to computers what Chinese is to us. It's something that makes computers understand what to do."

"The essential difference between this and the system I wrote at the Academy of Sciences that day is that it won't have any impact on the development of new computers; on the contrary, the development of computers will affect it..."

"Like the FORTRAN language we used earlier, no one internationally has suggested blocking it. After all, there's no secret about language itself; it's the information formed by combining languages ​​that is the secret!"

Jiang Xia's mind was activated by the abundant tea polyphenols, and his reactions were now extremely sensitive.

"Here's an electronic version of this language; I've printed it out, so you can understand it at a glance!"

"Furthermore, you don't need to worry about what will happen if the other person learns it. After all, being able to understand Chinese and being able to write Chinese are two different things, let alone writing short essays in Chinese..."

"Writing a program in this language that can be recognized by a computer is about as difficult as a foreigner writing 'teahouse' in Chinese!"

Well, this is no exaggeration. C is notoriously difficult to learn, understand, and master. If it weren't for the detailed appendices in GB/T, I wouldn't even be able to say I fully understand it.

Dr. Pei Shu, who took over it, felt dizzy just looking at it, but he felt that this language was particularly structured compared to machine languages ​​like FORTRAN.

Yes, that's right. Even Pei Shu, who has Jiang Xia's guidance, finds it difficult to learn, let alone the Frenchman who has no guidance. Because our little idiot decided to only give out the basic syntax and semantics of the C language, to provide a unified standard for C language compilers and program design.

What, you also want function prototypes and the standard library?

Well, bring something to exchange for it!

There are also great features like mixed declarations and statements, variable length arrays (VLAs), and complex number types!

……

Seeing that Xiao Daimao was getting up to go outside to operate the computer, the group of leaders quickly stopped him.

You can print it, as long as we're not there. We'll hand over the shift tomorrow during the day, so you can do whatever you want.

With your explanation, we know what to do. We'll report to our superiors immediately!

Why don't you go back to sleep for a while, young man?

Looking at the leaders' earnest words, Little Dumb Hair shook the large tea mug in his hand: "I can't sleep. Maybe I should go print it out. Once it's finished tomorrow, I'll hand it over to you directly. I still have the first bomb under the young lady's command at the steel mill waiting for me to handle!"

"Young Miss? The first bomb..."

Upon hearing these new terms, the leaders present all sighed in unison and turned to glare angrily at the translator who was standing to the side grinning foolishly.

The young translator trembled all over and hid behind Jiang Xia.

The head of the external department waved his hand: "One word, it's no big deal. Just memorize the rules a few more times."

"What I'm thinking about now is, how did the French know we have such an advanced language!"

As he spoke, the old man's gaze turned stern, scrutinizing the people present.

"Sir, don't overthink it. The French have some expertise in computers, so it's not surprising they figured it out. Hmm, that's exactly what I wanted them to figure it out, otherwise, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage in this whole affair?"

Jiang Xia stepped forward and smoothed things over with a smile.

"Really? You can't be a pushover in this kind of situation! That guy surnamed Shu from before is enough to give me a headache!"

"Really! Really! If you don't believe me, send someone who speaks fluently to ask them if there's a program window that flashes by when they're operating it. That's the bait I left!"

"I thought it was too obvious, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly!" Jiang Xia smiled and raised his glass to the old man.

"Hahaha! Great! That's what you call being both wise and brave!"

The old man's rough, large hands stroked the little boy's head back and forth.

"The comrades outside have found a lot of good stuff. I heard you're looking for some paint? I'll have them bring back a few oil paintings for you!"

"Uh, thank you, sir. But what I need is paint..."

Jiang Xia remembered Prussian blue, which was used to treat radiation sickness, and corrected himself.

"Great! You've included the paint too! That big rat had collected quite a few, I'll bring them all back for you!"

The old man laughed heartily, not thinking anything of it.

"Oh, right, Jiang. There's something else. The French want to buy the copyright to your story!"

"Huh? What story?"

"It's the one that cuts down lightsabers!"

"Buzz buzz buzz..." The little translator was excited and swung his pen with great force.

With a swish, a series of ink dots were flicked out.

Old Wang, who was huddled in the corner gnawing on a pencil stub, turned bright red as he looked at the long line of ink dots that had appeared on the answer sheet he had almost finished writing.

"Ye Xiaosan! Are you itching for a beating?!"