PDLP Chapter 837 Sergeyev, weary at heart.
Chapter 837 Sergeyev, weary at heart.
May should be the most pleasant time of year for the City of a Thousand Domes.
Sunlight filters through the linden leaves, casting golden dappled patterns on the street. The Volga River's moisture, carrying the fragrance of linden blossoms, drifts into the city, and even the aroma of rye bread wafting from the bakeries along the street feels warm.
Can……
Inside the Computer Institute of the Alliance Central Research Institute, there wasn't a trace of warmth; the air felt like it was filled with ice.
The incandescent lights in the corridor were glaringly white, making the slogan "Science Serves the Motherland" on the wall appear coldly illuminated.
The researchers walked by quickly, carrying folders, their footsteps so light they seemed afraid of disturbing some ferocious beast, barely daring to glance at each other.
The source of this oppressive atmosphere was the two men standing at the laboratory entrance.
They wore crisp, dark green uniforms, with yellow five-pointed stars on their sapphire blue collar tabs gleaming coldly under the lights, and an inconspicuous metal badge pinned to their collars: a silver shield inlaid with crossed swords, the iconic symbol of Lubyanka.
The two stood with their backs to the corridor, their shoulders taut.
In the Alliance, the name "Rubyanka" means secrets, interrogations, and unspeakable cruelty. Even just hearing the name makes the researchers clench their files tightly, let alone standing at the laboratory door like two cold statues.
The atmosphere in the laboratory was extremely oppressive.
Under the cold incandescent light, a pitiful "big yellow clone" lay quietly on the lab bench, its internal circuit boards and components exposed.
Several technicians in white coats were bending over and taking notes around it, the "scratching" sound of their pens gliding across the paper conveying their carefulness.
Agent Sergeyev stood expressionless to the side, coldly addressing a middle-aged man in a People's Commissar uniform with a furrowed brow:
"Minister Ivan Petrovich!"
Sergeyev's voice was devoid of any warmth, carrying a clear sense of accusation:
"I warned you long ago that we needed to pay close attention to their unexpected progress in the field of electronic computing. It was your negligence and underestimation that gave them the opportunity to use this unexpected tool to so quickly create that 'young lady'!"
Minister Ivan Petrovich waved his hand, attempting to dispel the unpleasant accusation, his tone carrying a touch of bureaucratic shrewdness: "Alright, my dear Comrade Sergeyev, now is not the time to assign blame. They have an old proverb that goes, 'It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost.' Look, aren't our top experts at the Academy of Sciences already working tirelessly on this machine?"
He paused, then added with a hint of sarcasm, "Besides, didn't your Minister Petrov also say in public that Chinese people are only fit to handle paperwork?"
Sergeyev's ashen jaw twitched. "If you insist on this view, I formally accept your 'reminder.' After this matter is over, I will request an internal review of Minister Petrov's remarks."
Minister Ivan Petrovich shuddered at these cold words: "No wonder you Lubyanka people are so ruthless..."
But what does this have to do with me?
Ivan Petrovich walked to the lab bench, gently tapped the compact, oriental-style chassis with his finger, and a mixture of confusion and greed appeared on his face:
"I must admit, we may have underestimated this thing before. It looks... very special. I'm curious, in what way is it so outstanding that the Gauls are going to buy it like sharks smelling blood?"
They even disregarded the risk of information leaks, insisting on using our railway lines for transportation!
um, yes.
Due to the stringent requirements of transistor computers for maritime transport, and the urgent need for the Gallic Chicken, we ultimately chose to transport them by rail. The massive train convoy needed to traverse the vast territory of the Alliance, a move that naturally could not escape their notice.
The league originally looked down on "Big Yellow's clone," but "Miss" delivered a crushing blow to the world.
So they began to re-examine the equipment that passed through their territory.
Sergeyev snorted and pulled a document from his briefcase, slamming it on the table: "According to our intercepted intelligence and analysis, the Gauls are interested in its stability and high efficiency in specific scientific calculations! They seem to want to use it to accelerate their 'Phantom' project."
And yet, we allowed this technology, which could potentially alter the balance of power, to be brazenly transferred to a potential adversary right under our noses! Comrade Minister, isn't this a double failure of our intelligence work and strategic foresight?
"Tsk tsk, don't try to shift the blame so righteously. If you really think there are such serious consequences, why don't you just impound this train!" Ivan Petrovich, relying on his connections, didn't take Sergeyev seriously at all.
Sergeyev fell silent. Looking at the bureaucrat before him, he suddenly felt a surge of powerlessness.
I can’t carry it!
Pig mate!
I had clearly reminded the stupid minister to pay attention to China's new technologies long ago, but he insisted on focusing on that huge waste of resources, the "wall".
What's there to pay attention to? At best, it's just a strategic buffer zone between the Warsaw Pact countries and NATO countries...
My heart is so tired, let it all end...
After glaring at each other with crossed eyes for a while...
“Very well,” Sergeyev finally said coldly, “Since Comrade Minister is so confident, I expect you to maintain this composure at the upcoming departmental meeting.”
After saying that, he turned and strode away, the hem of his dark green uniform drawing an arc in the air.
Ivan Petrovich watched his retreating figure, inexplicably relieved, even a little smug: Ha! Finally, I've gotten the better of that Lubyanka bastard.
He knew perfectly well that the Trans-Siberian Railway was an international transport route carrying goods from France, and even Lubyanka wouldn't dare to defy the world and intercept it. If he did, international public opinion would overwhelm the Union.
However, he clearly underestimated Lubyanka's tough style...
Just like their special forces rescuing hostages: since they can't distinguish between hostages and terrorists, they might as well deal with them together.
Poor Big Yellow clone, I really don't know how these thugs will torment it.
……
As Ivan Petrovich was pondering this, the chief researcher, Alexander, strode over with a preliminary report in hand, his face showing a mixture of excitement and confusion.
"Minister, the preliminary analysis results are in!" the chief researcher said. "From the hardware perspective alone, this computer uses logic circuits built with discrete transistor components. Hardware-wise, it's only slightly more advanced than our M-20..."
It's 15% faster in processing and has better stability during continuous operation, but the difference isn't significant.
“Oh?” Ivan Petrovich raised an eyebrow.
"Has that Gallic rooster gone mad? Importing this stuff from our Eastern friends all this way?"
“But…” Alexander pushed up his thick glasses and handed over another report filled with data.
"Its system architecture and software ecosystem... or rather its inherent 'technical paradigm' is very unique and efficient!"
In particular, its built-in suite of applications for engineering calculations and process optimization demonstrates a design philosophy that is completely different from ours in terms of logical rigor and problem-solving focus.
This might be the key reason why the French are so wildly popular!
Ivan Petrovich crossed his arms over his chest.
Suddenly, he remembered the invitation that was lying in the drawer.
It was sent by the IEC (International Electrotechnical Commission). There will be an international computer technology symposium in Geneva next month. He only realized when he looked at the list of participants that China had also received an invitation.
At the time, he found it laughable that a country that couldn't even fill its stomachs would bother with the excitement of an international symposium.
But now, looking at the algorithm paradigm report for "Big Yellow's Doppelganger," a thought suddenly occurred to him:
Perhaps we should go to Geneva and take a look? Maybe there's some hidden secret in the computers of this Chinese country that's worth exploring.