A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"So, what you consider high-tech is actually just a magnetic tape?"

"Hahaha, I knew you smart people were prone to getting stuck in dead ends! If you were in our hands, we wouldn't care about anything else, we'd just stuff you into the tape recorder first!"

"Exactly, exactly, cassette tapes, aren't they naturally meant to be put into a tape recorder? I captured one at the Bald Eagle command post, it was such a big..."

The veterans, who had already returned to the Jiang family compound, saw Jiang Xia and Director Zheng lying blankly on the deck chairs in the courtyard, staring at the stars, and wondered if something had happened.

Only after asking did I learn that the two people were upset by the "false alarm".

Tang, the company commander, and his gang of bastards, launched into a tirade of mockery at the little guy with the aloof hair.

Where there is ridicule, there is rebuttal. Sure enough, the old company commander who has always worked on the assembly line came out to defend his men.

"Hey, what are you saying! This is how intellectuals get things done. Do you think it's simple?"

"Xiao Jiang's teacher, that old professor from Wudaokou, he's a top-notch person, isn't he? Do you know what they're researching?"

"What?"

"1+1=2!"

"What?"

The veterans' surprised tone made the old company commander feel insecure, so he turned to find Jiang Xia, who was looking at the handwritten program drafts they had brought back.

"Xiao Jiang, is that guy, the one who proved 1+1=2?"

"Well, the original conjecture was that any integer greater than 2 could be written as the sum of three prime numbers, but later, because the mathematical community did not use the convention that '1 is also a prime number,' the 2 became 5."

"Thinking about it, it's pretty damn frustrating. Later mathematicians added a lot of restrictions to other people's original theories, and even created something like the 'conjecture about odd numbers'..."

Jiang Xia's explanation left the veterans speechless...

"No, Xiao Jiang, what's the use of proving 1+1=2?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

An old soldier gestured to everyone and took the special cigarettes that Jiang Xia had placed on the table.

"Look, this is one!"

"Oh, right. What's up?"

The veteran continued his work, went to another table, and tucked the cigarette pack on it into his pocket.

"That's also 1, right? Added together, I have two packs of cigarettes, don't I? Doesn't that prove that...whatever conjecture?"

Another veteran stood up and pointed at Old Wang, who had returned to Jiangxia's side: "Hey, your statement is wrong!"

"If you ask me, it should be that Wang Kui married that girl from the dance school. That's 1+1!"

"Then, they had a baby, and that's called 1+1=2!"

"Hahaha, that makes sense!" Hearing this explanation, the veterans all agreed wholeheartedly. At the same time, they started joking with Old Wang and even began discussing what to give as a wedding gift.

Jiang Xia covered her face. Your simple proof method is actually quite correct in the real world, but who can blame you for being so stubborn among those mathematicians?

However, in two years, you'll probably be even more conflicted...

因为我们的王姓大神在56年的时候，证明了3+4，稍后又证明了3+3和2+3。

The genius surnamed Chen went a step further and proved 1+2.

Then, chaos ensued. Many people waved half a piece of paper and claimed they had proven the "song guess"...

If they knew that the proof of 1+2, if written on a blackboard, would fill half a football field, wouldn't they be surprised?

Thinking of this, Jiang Xia's heart stirred.

"When I delivered New Year's gifts to Professor Wudaokou, he excitedly mentioned that someone in his research group had updated the 'screening method,' which might lead to a major breakthrough. This must be that genius. Should we ask for a handwritten copy? The collectible value of something like that should be more than that of antiques!"

Imagine a few years from now, a bunch of amateur scientists are talking about "scientific guesses" all the time. It would be quite amusing to pull out the expert's manuscript and slap them in the face.

"Hey, you little rascal. Fine, explain. But what's with you putting all the cigarettes in your own bag?!"

"Oh, I knew it! You, who didn't even finish elementary school, dare to explain to us what 1+1=2 means? You've got some serious scheming!"

The veteran who had just given the demonstration was now trapped in a crowd, crying out for help.

See? This is the most basic expression of the people's feelings about "song guessing"...

Mathematics is too far removed from reality; Jiang Xia only wants to grasp the present.

This might be one of the reasons why he resolutely changed his allegiance despite the old man's pleas.

…………

Let the veterans fool around. Jiang Xia looked at the database written by Fatty for a while, but he couldn't understand it.

The world of geniuses is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

How did this chubby guy manage to parse container formats in such a rudimentary environment?

Jiang Xia recalled the so-called "garbled text" that appeared on the screen. It should be a digital representation of audio, but due to limitations in the character library, it appeared intermittent...

However, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as they're on our side.

With this basic framework, is it possible to try making small gadgets like Walkmans?

Back in the day, the little notebook made a fortune off this stuff.

Tsk, you're thinking too far ahead.

The chip is nowhere in sight yet, well, although decoding chips are still a long way off. But the information compression program that Fatty wrote, besides being used by Professor Guo, could probably be used in another place, right?

By the light of the courtyard lamp, Jiang Xia wrote another line in his notebook.

Director Zheng, standing beside him, glanced at him inadvertently, and the wine glass in his hand trembled slightly. After finishing his drink, the director of 701 made an excuse about being busy and pulled his secretary towards the door.

"Chief, Chief, please let me eat a little more. Those mantis shrimp were so delicious..."

"Eat my ass! If you don't leave now, you'll be eating sand!"

"what……"