A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Hearing Jiangxia's snoring, Old Wang closed the window and continued to focus his attention on the "IEC Travelogue".

The meaning of reading has changed; it's no longer just for fun, but has become a form of inquiry.

Just as Jin Zhen used her amazing memory and furious accusations to expose Robert Witt's brief and dubious "teaching" experience in his early years, causing an uproar in the hall and drawing the attention of representatives from various countries, the bald eagle leader's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Shameless acts are ultimately unacceptable, especially at international conferences like this.

Holding an international conference these days is no easy feat. Unlike later generations, when representatives from various countries could fly around freely and witness the daily battles between the White Rabbit and the Vulture at a joint conference.

If tough tactics don't work, then just try to get by!

The bald eagle leader had recovered from his initial shock. He cleared his throat, resuming his expression of "fairness and principle," and tried to control the pace of the conversation in a loud voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please calm down!"

"We are here to explore the future of technology, not to dwell on trivial childhood memories, nor to engage in unfounded speculation about motives!"

This young Chinese colleague's emotional remarks are a slander against the spirit of international academic assistance throughout history! They are a desecration of the purity of scientific exchange! I strongly suggest that we return to a rational discussion of the technical details of the C programming language itself, and refuse to be swayed by this…

Yes, the dramatic personal narrative has veered off course!

Look, it's starting.

The classic "stirring up trouble" opening move!

First, they label you as "emotional," "slanderous," and "blasphemous," then they use politically correct slogans like "returning to rationality" and "focusing on technology" to try to gently erase the accusations against you, muddy the waters, and put you in a passive position to prove your innocence.

Upon seeing this, Lao Wang suddenly understood why his good brother had made him watch this part carefully.

"If you change your perspective and replace the characters in the article, isn't it quite similar to our current situation?"

"Those guys who arrived before the orders were given, are they from the same school as the Bald Eagles?"

Thinking of this, Old Wang became even more serious.

Just as the leader of the Bald Eagle team was about to use the slogan of "political correctness" to muddy the waters, drown out Jin Zhen's sharp accusations in the grand narrative, and try to extinguish the fire of truth that Jin Zhen had ignited.

Mulan, who had been sitting silently in the front row of the Chinese delegation like a mountain peak, slowly stood up after being permitted by the head of the delegation.

Her movements were slow, yet they possessed a quiet power that pierced through the noise, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

That wasn't the usual composure of someone stepping onto the stage, but rather the resolute determination of someone heading to the battlefield!

Just like the medic carrying a heavy medical kit on the enemy's rear, ignoring the splashing water from the shells around him, he bent over, strained, and waded through the water step by step, his eyes fixed on the comrades in need of treatment ahead, each step firm and powerful.

At this moment, Mulan looked just like this, walking steadily toward the podium. On either side were representatives from various countries with different skin colors and complex expressions. Their whispers and scrutinizing gazes surged toward her like invisible waves, then silently parted as she walked steadily forward.

Upon reaching the podium, Mulan smiled sweetly at Jin Zhen and gestured with her eyes: "Leave the rest to me. You did a great job. Now go and rest."

Jin Zhen understood.

The surging anger in his chest subsided somewhat under the touch of that resolute gaze. He gave Mulan a deep look, nodded slightly in return, then turned around and walked off the podium with slightly heavy but unusually steady steps, leaving that "battlefield" riddled with invisible bullet holes to his comrade.

Mulan stepped onto the center of the stage and stood naturally in front of the microphone, as if she belonged there, on the front line of this confrontation.

She raised her eyes and scanned the audience below, especially the direction of the bald eagle delegation. The power that had been gathered along the way had now turned into an undercurrent beneath the calm surface.

The battlefield has been handed over.

The Bald Eagle team leader was secretly pleased when Jin Zhen stepped down, thinking that the opponent's momentum had been dampened and it was the perfect opportunity for him to expand his gains. He immediately started shouting, "What? A change of personnel? Have you realized that your previous accusations are untenable? We demand a technical defense, not a series of storytelling sessions! Is your delegation preparing to put on a play?"

Several bald eagle representatives behind him echoed his sentiments, attempting to disrupt China's rhythm by creating a commotion.

"Team Leader, please watch your wording. Comrade Jin Zhen is our technical representative, and he has already made the necessary statements and clarifications based on the facts. Now..."

Mulan paused slightly, then placed her hands on the podium: "As the deputy head of the Chinese delegation, I will respond to your questions regarding the meeting procedures and the focus of the discussions. This is in accordance with the conference rules and the principle of reciprocity."

Her gaze, as if it were tangible, fell upon the other person's face: "Or is it that, in your opinion, even if I—the deputy head of the Chinese delegation—respond to you—the leader of the Bald Eagle delegation—this equal dialogue is still insufficient to discuss the 'main topic' you've been emphasizing?"

Or perhaps you're only comfortable putting pressure on younger technical experts, while being hesitant to engage in constructive, fact- and logic-based communication with your peers?

These words left the bald eagle leader speechless, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

Mulan didn't give him a chance to react, turning her gaze to him and getting straight to the point: "First of all, I'd like to confirm your identity—you are an official representative of the Bald Eagle government, right?"

The bald eagle leader paused for a moment, then proudly raised his chin and said in a deep voice in English, "That's right! I am the Bald eagle Secretary of State's Commissioner for International Technology Affairs, and I represent the Bald eagle government at this meeting!"

"very good."

Mulan nodded, then turned her gaze to Witt beside him, her tone slightly playful, "So, Mr. Witt, are you attending this IEC meeting in your academic capacity as a Bell Labs researcher, or as a formal member of the Bald Eagle government delegation represented by this gentleman?"

Dr. Witt opened his mouth, hesitating slightly. The team leader, however, interjected arrogantly: "Dr. Witt is our delegation's specially invited technical advisor, and naturally represents the academic voice of the Bald Eagle!"

"An academic voice representing the bald eagle?"

Mulan tilted her head slightly, revealing just the right amount of confusion:

"That's interesting. As far as I know, Bell Labs, formerly the research and development department of AT&T, is known for its extremely independent, even somewhat... 'aloof' research culture."

The scientists there, like Dr. Shannon, seem more focused on exploring the mathematical nature of communication than on acting as political mouthpieces. Especially in recent years, since your current president's Department of Justice, under antitrust laws, has continuously pressured AT&T, this "monopoly behemoth," to open its patents and even discuss and analyze its business, the relationship between the lab and Washington can hardly be described as "harmonious."

Ok?

The bald eagle leader's formulaic expression vanished instantly.

He leaned back almost imperceptibly, his narrowed eyes gleaming with a cautious light as he carefully examined the Eastern woman on stage who had suddenly displayed a unique brilliance.

The team leader's fingers, resting on the edge of the table, tapped lightly twice unconsciously.

This girl is something else!

Of course, it's not simple information; it's not just information publicly published in newspapers. Anyone with even a little intelligence capability could gather that kind of information.

This woman is trying to shift the focus, and she's doing so by using a more attention-grabbing topic!

Compared to the mystery surrounding the origins of technology in a distant Eastern country, the power struggle between "nation" and "capital" within a super empire is undoubtedly more likely to stimulate the nerves of all the political animals present, especially those who are heavily influenced by transnational capital or who are fond of internal conflicts within a hegemony.

“A classic diversion… no, a masterstroke of misdirection!”

……

Seeing this, Old Wang wanted to slam his fist on the table again, but Jiang Xia's soft snoring reminded him not to disturb her peaceful sleep.

Although he couldn't understand the English sentence that followed, Lao Wang still guessed what the bald eagle meant.

"What a brilliant tactic of 'besieging Wei to rescue Zhao'... no, it's more like 'shifting the blame eastward'!"

"So, what trouble can I bring over tomorrow?"

Old Wang glanced back at the faint blue light emanating from the screen and waved towards the door.

"I'm going out for a bit, keep an eye on things!"

"Yes!"