A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

In the end, Jiang Xia, with the help of the translator's strong tea, managed to cut off the beginning and end of the 194-page C language GB/T document on the printer in the outer section.

The preprocessor directives are there, but in the data types, Jiang Xia completely removed the most useful "pointers (int*, char*, etc.)".

Control statements were included, but reusable code blocks in C—functions—were also completely removed by Xiao Daimao.

This resulted in the originally systematic C language appearing somewhat fragmented. Even if the French had this document, it would probably look similar to how we study oracle bone script today.

Hmm? If you want the full version, you'll have to pay extra!

Furthermore, releasing it gradually, adding a conditional statement every year as an update, isn't unreasonable. You French know the difficulty of designing such high-level programming languages, so you should understand our approach!

Just as Little Dumb Hair was digging a hole over there, the relevant report was submitted.

In the flower hall, Secretary Zhao looked at the comrade who rushed over and sighed, but still put the documents brought by the messenger into the office where the light was still on.

"Okay! Okay!"

Under the lamplight, the old man looked at the two documents on the table and couldn't help but applaud: "It seems Comrade Jiang Xia truly has exceptional talent in computer languages. This 64-bit encryption program must have been designed using C language. That explains it!"

"Ah, boss, that means the C language is very important! Shouldn't we..."

"Hahaha, how narrow-minded! 'The classics should not be lightly passed on, nor should they be obtained for nothing'? Nobody else obtained them for nothing! Look at these projects, PET, what is PET again?"

The old man frowned and thought for a while: "Oh! I remember now, when I visited Uncle Hippo last year, the Gallic Chicken brought a whole bunch of colorful fabrics to sell, and they were quite expensive!"

"Didn't we send you to investigate back then...?"

Secretary Zhao recalled the scene of Uncle Hippo frantically buying up those brightly colored fabrics, "Yes! Back then, the French even said it was high-tech fabric, made from petroleum. When I heard that, I was shocked! Foreigners are so amazing, they can even make fabric from petroleum to wear..."

After thinking for a moment, Secretary Zhao chuckled, "You really are ignorant. But speaking of which, Comrade Jiang Xia has done a great service. Using this PET to make up for our shortage of cotton production is indeed a good choice!"

The thought of those brightly colored fabrics on his youngest daughter made Secretary Zhao chuckled.

"Not only that! There's another big project! Hey, why is it electrolytic aluminum? It uses electricity..." The old man put down the documents and couldn't help but pick up his teacup and take a sip.

"That's a bit ill-considered. Our electricity supply can't even guarantee basic living needs, so where would we get the extra money to spend on aluminum? Besides, didn't the Fushun Aluminum Plant already get built with the help of the Russians?"

The old man shook his head and drew a big question mark after the project.

"Hehe, leader, this must be Comrade Jiang Xia's consideration based on his job duties. I heard from people around him that he has complained more than once that there is not enough aluminum alloy."

The old man nodded: "Although we've been developing for ten years, we're still quite poor. It's shameful to say, we can't even meet the basic requirements of us researchers, sigh!"

As he spoke, the old man looked at the remaining pages of documents and continued to peruse them.

"Hmm? Support for the electrolytic aluminum pre-processing equipment!"

"A 650-megawatt steam turbine generator! This! This!..."

"Xiao Zhao, quickly find some information. What are the specifications of the steam generator we're currently using?" The old man's fingers trembled slightly.

"Yes!"

Watching Secretary Zhao rush out of the office, the old man impatiently flipped through the remaining pages of the document.

"PX preparation process, PTA production process, and the core equipment for these processes can be provided by us, along with installation guidance..."

"Give me so much? Does that mean there are some hidden uses for C that I can't see?"

For the first time, the old man began to waver in his decision...

"Sir, the data has been found! Our steam turbine generator set currently has a power output of 6 megawatts! Here's also a copy of the meeting minutes that were just delivered; in it, Comrade Xiao Jiang gave his opinion on the sale of the computer language!"

"Oh? So late, those guys dragged the young comrade out for a meeting!" The old man let Secretary Zhao put the documents on the table and then turned his attention to another matter.

"Well, it wasn't exactly being arrogant. Comrade Xiao Jiang was asleep at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' place at the time..."

"Hey, my fellow researchers! I think it's still necessary to ensure their quality of life. Didn't France say they could sell us wheat? Could we expedite that deal..."

The old man sighed deeply, "No, I need to discuss this with that person later to ensure that logistical support is in place!"

"Yes!" Secretary Zhao replied in a low voice. You're always so concerned about others, why don't you ever care about yourself?

"Hey! 6 megawatts, while the French side has 650 megawatts!"

The old man was a little dizzy. 100 times! What a wonderful thing! We don't need more of these. If we had a whole set over there in Tianshan, the centrifuges that Comrade Jiangxia painstakingly made wouldn't have to be half-operated and half-stopped!

(Actually, the old man's calculation is not quite right. He should look at the installed power generation capacity. But our installed capacity at that time was even more meager, only 1850 megawatts. This is even including diesel generators and the Xin'anjiang Hydropower Station, etc.)

"Did we make a loss or a profit?"

Just as the old man was struggling with his decision, the red phone rang.

"Hey! Have you seen what the comrades reported? Hahaha, this is so exciting!"

Hearing the other person's laughter on the phone, the old man knew that the other person was very happy; he hadn't heard such hearty laughter lately.

"I saw it! The more I look at it, the more alarmed I get. It feels like they're trying to force these good things on us!"

"Hahaha, that doesn't count, that doesn't count! Don't forget, we traded it to them with precious gems!"

"You yourself said it's a treasure, so isn't exchanging it like buying the box and returning the pearl?"

"Hey! You haven't seen what our young colleague said at the internal meeting, have you? I totally agree with his views! The world is constantly changing, whether it's technology or communication. Being stuck in the past is unacceptable!"

"After reading the young comrade's report, I just thoroughly reviewed all the computer-related materials. I think this technology is a disruptive force! Although we are still relatively weak overall, we are at the forefront of the world in this area! We can and should have control over the discourse in this technology!"

"Oh!" Upon hearing his friend's words, the old man quickly unfolded the meeting minutes that had just been submitted.

The sound of a match being struck came from the microphone. After a breath, the old man on the other end continued, "As far as I know, there is more than one computer language now. If we keep our C language to ourselves, others can simply switch to another language. It may not be as concise and efficient as ours, but the impact won't be too great."

"Language! It's all about spreading it widely; that's how quantity leads to quality! Old friend, think about it: if future computers all use the language we created to define standards, wouldn't that be another kind of unification?"

The old man quickly read through the meeting minutes and nodded in agreement.

"Yes! That makes sense! Take our Chinese language for example, you can recite: 'The bright moon is still here, when will the colorful clouds return?'"

The person opposite could only say, "A murderous aura fills the world; if you're no match for them, all is lost."

"Hahahaha!" Another hearty laugh came through the microphone: "Enough with the self-promotion! But I'm still quite pleased that the other side said, 'Whoever tries to promote independence, I'll take their head.'"

"So, this is settled then?"

"It's settled! But it can't be settled simply! This language needs to go global, but we also need to ensure our right to speak as much as possible!"

"Oh? You mean that BIRPI thing that the French created?"

"Yes! Let our comrades outside run errands! Cooperation between the two sides requires a commitment!"

"Great! I'll take care of it right away!" The old man slapped his hand on the table, looking quite pleased.

"Haha, that's right, that's right, the situation is changing too fast, we must seize every minute!"

The old man clenched his fist: "Yes! Seize the day!"

"However, regarding the young comrade's reward... also, our researchers have worked so hard. Could we arrange for France to send a batch of grain first in this transaction? Even if it involves using foreign exchange, I think it's worth it!"

"Alright! Let's do it this way! Oh, and lend me some meat coupons, I want to treat this young comrade to a good meal!"

"Haha, why don't you lend me some? I've already saved up enough meat tickets for the lion's head meatballs, you can come over and share!"

"As for rewards, could we present the 'Invention Reward Regulations' and 'Technological Improvement Regulations' that we are researching in advance?"

"Great! I'll bring it up at the meeting tomorrow!"

"Good, good! Let's drink a big toast!"

"Huh, what's this?" The old man flipped to the very end of the document: "A request to publish the full text of 'Star Wars'?"

"Oh, our little comrade has become a writer?"

"Haha, send someone to ask if the young comrade has finished writing it yet. This can be considered cultural export, right?"

"Not bad, not bad. Speaking of which, this young comrade is better than you. He can even export his articles and earn foreign exchange!"

"Isn't that great? They're the real stars, the brightest ones."