A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 733 D! Not surprising, the magical French are capable of anything.

"Hahaha, this kid is exactly what I've got!" A big shot's hearty laughter came through the receiver on the other end of the phone, filled with undisguised praise.

“However, that’s not domineering enough!” another leader with a steady voice chimed in, his tone carrying a commanding air. “If you ask me, it should be: ‘If the ruler grants it, the subject receives it; if the ruler does not grant it, how dare the subject take it?’”

"Hey, what era are we in? Why are we still using the term 'ruler and subject'? That's inappropriate!" another leader with a loud voice retorted. "I think it should be, 'If Heaven bestows something and you don't take it, you'll suffer the consequences; if I don't bestow it, how dare you take it?'"

"No!" A more domineering voice rang out, "If I give it to you, you may keep it; if I don't give it to you, even if you covet it, you will ultimately gain nothing!"

Well, Jiang Xia's eloquent speech seemed to have scratched the itch of all the big shots, who quoted extensively from classical texts and spoke with an increasingly domineering air!

Finally, even weighty phrases like "having a legitimate reason for attacking" and "don't say we didn't warn you" were used...

Don't blame the leaders for their arrogant tone; after all, the global situation is volatile, and all parties are preparing for the possible "Season 3." But it's good that it's happening. Based on our long-standing tradition, we won't invade anyone; we'll simply reclaim lost territory.

If you ask what kind of "ancient" it is, then it is naturally Pangu!

Chinese civilization has always upheld the spirit of valuing harmony and taking responsibility for defending its territory. Yet, amidst five thousand years of glorious history, there was also a century of humiliation. How can one not feel regret and sigh with sorrow when recalling this, and how can one not be inspired to strive for a stronger nation!

Seeing that the leaders had made a decision and were full of fighting spirit, Jiang Xia said no more, politely said goodbye, and left the conference call.

We have no choice but to back out, mainly because Dr. Lan Ying sent a letter wanting to secure more benefits at certain trade fairs and standardization associations, with the bulk of the profits going towards the chips.

At this moment, Jiang Xia's mind had already flown to the ultra-clean lithography workshop of the Academy of Sciences, and even his desire to chat with the leaders a few more words or ask for a "group photo" had faded.

"How is it, Aunt Lanying?"

"The last step! It's the encapsulation material. Should we reconsider?" Dr. Lan Ying's voice came through the dedicated line, tinged with hesitation. "The Navy has been quite generous in sending a large batch of the epoxy resin you mentioned."

But... this thing, once it's packaged, it's a dark, blob-like thing. It's cheap... but what if... what if the chip inside breaks? There's no way to repair it! You can't even take it apart!

Jiang Xia chuckled upon hearing this, tapping his fingers on the edge of the table: "Aunt Lan Ying, are you repairing a chip like a radio?"

“That’s right,” Dr. Lan Ying sighed. “These days, if something breaks, we just take it apart, fix it, and use it again. The oscilloscope we have has to be soldered three times if the tuning knob is loose; the resistance box in the lab has to be fitted with a copper sheet if a slider is missing. If a chip is sealed up like a lump of iron, wouldn’t it be useless if it breaks?”

Jiang Xia stopped laughing and said in a serious tone, "Auntie, I understand what you're thinking. Right now, even a screw has to be picked up and hammered before it can be used. Who doesn't want to 'leave a way out'? But chips are different."

"What we lack now is not 'the ability to repair,' but 'the ability to use.' Epoxy resin is cheap, has good fluidity, and can protect the chip from moisture and impacts. Most importantly, it can be mass-produced."

"Do the math," I said. "If we used ceramic encapsulation, the cost would increase tenfold, not to mention we couldn't even afford the kilns. At that point, we'd be lucky to even make the chip, let alone think about 'fixing it if it breaks down.' If we get to that stage, it means we can already make new ones, so why bother fixing it?"

At this point, Jiang Xia paused and lowered his voice: "And what's more, this thing is incredibly hard. To take it apart, you have to use special tools to pry it open bit by bit. Even if you damage the core, you might not be able to see the wiring. — Have you forgotten? The other day, the Russian tank was reverse-engineered by the Americans after they dismantled a prototype."

After these words were spoken, Dr. Lan Ying fell silent.

Jiang Xia was referring to something that happened a few years ago. The T-54 tanks that the Alliance sent to Perth-Buda were bought by the intelligence agency of the Lobster Country and, after several transfers, were sent to the Bald Eagle. They were disassembled into parts for mapping, and even the tooth profile and angle of the gears were copied. They were then used on their own M60.

We can't afford to suffer the loss of being able to "dismantle and copy".

Yes! Jiangxia chose this material for packaging not only because it's cheap, but also because it's difficult to disassemble. Do you think those unfriendly people who get their hands on this thing will dig through a pile of cow dung to see how the wiring is actually inside?

If it were Jiang Xia himself, and he obtained a chip, he might have the Mirror Immortal slowly wipe away the protective layer, not letting him see through the chip's internal organs. That would be disrespectful to the chip!

Judging others by his own standards, Jiang Xia has never looked down on the current Bald Eagle.

"We've finally made progress in the precision of our chips. If someone easily takes them apart, copies the wiring, and creates a fake, then uses that fake to cause trouble at the IEC, that would be a real problem."

Jiang Xia's voice carried a hint of slyness, "This 'black cow dung' looks ugly, but it's a natural barrier. Want to dismantle it? Sure, we'll spend three months prying it open. By the time they see it clearly, our next-generation chip will be out."

Dr. Lan Ying was silent for a moment on the other end, followed by the rustling sound of turning pages. Jiang Xia assumed Dr. Lan Ying was thinking about epoxy resin, but in fact, she was pondering what Jiang Xia meant by "technology leak".

"Hey! How does this kid know about this kind of thing?"

But then, as Dr. Lan Ying thought about it, the face of Jiang Xia, that sycophantic follower, floated into her mind. "Oh, Old Wang told you, didn't he..."

Having figured this out, Dr. Lan Ying stopped dwelling on it and turned to ask other questions: "What's this about IEC? And isn't epoxy resin supposed to be pale yellow and translucent? Where did the black come from...?"

Before Jiang Xia could answer, Dr. Lan Ying slapped her forehead: "You're being silly. Semi-transparency won't achieve the result you want. You're overthinking it! Just add some charcoal black..."

Jiang Xia gave Aunt Lan Ying a thumbs up for listening to her advice, and then told her about the IEC and France inviting us to participate in the development of standards.

Having gotten into a good time, the little guy with the phone started wandering around the carriage, looking at the number 2419D marked on the carriage, somewhat puzzled.

Are the train car numbers in our railway fleet all this far back now?

However, this question was put to the back of my mind after I talked to Dr. Lan Ying about what to do with the chip that was about to be developed.

"I'm telling you, we're going to make a big splash! Nothing else matters, just get going!"

……

While we're having a heated discussion here, the French are also having secret talks.

"Why give them so many benefits? Not only did INRIA invite them, but IEC wants to come again. Isn't this showing them too much 'respect'?"

"It's different. This is called a calculated move. When INRIA invites them, they might have a hidden agenda, after all, people from that country have always liked to do this. But IEC is different; an incomplete C language cannot be approved for standardization..."

“Anyone with a brain would seize this opportunity. Look at their situation; they desperately need a platform to make their voices heard. And we are the perfect partner!”

At this point, Mr. Faure added in his mind: After all, we are in the same boat, although the French are doing a little better than that comrade…

"Mr. Faure, you have such high hopes for this country?"

"It's not me who thinks it's good; it's the emperor of La Cinquième République who thinks it's good."

"Okay... but isn't sending that carriage away a bit excessive? Even though the front of it was bombed, it will still be part of our history after it's repaired..."

"A humiliating history? It's just a copy, nobody wants it. It's harmless as a bonus! Or are you willing to pay this patent damages for La Cinquième République? If that's the case, I don't mind acting as an envoy to demand it back..."

"Then forget it. Let's make the best use of it. Just imagine, the person who invented the C programming language signing a consent form in this carriage would be a wonderful thing..."

"Hehe, whatever makes you happy..."

Mr. Faure slapped his forehead; the matter of sending the carriages was indeed not his doing.

The blame lies with that emperor's nephew...