PDLP Chapter 720 The "Forum" That Appeared Quietly Was a Bit Outdated
Chapter 720 The "Forum" That Appeared Quietly Was a Bit Outdated
"Hmm? I forgot about the progress of the laser gyroscope, but since they can support the 'chip' project, the progress should be pretty good. Anyway, I'm on my way, so I might as well ask."
Jiang Xia rubbed his flushed forehead, the throbbing "red envelope" cooling his feverish mind slightly, and reason regained its footing.
Naturally, he remembered another project he had abandoned – the laser gyroscope!
No, there should be two. He merged the laser rangefinder into the same project and looked through his notebook for a while.
Jiang Xia picked up the phone, which had just been hung up: "Please take over the Northeast Equipment Factory for me. I need to find Comrade Bolong."
"Okay, Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment."
"Bolong! Long time no see, how's that thing you've got going?"
Bo Long's slightly tired but still excited voice came from the other end of the phone: "Jiang Engineer! We're stuck on the signal preprocessing part. Now, Professor Daheng suggests..."
Jiang Xia interrupted him before he could finish, saying, "Wait... how long has it been since you used 'Big Yellow Clone's' text messaging function? I remember we were assigned an internal communication port, weren't we? You've never tried asking anything on it?"
"Huh? Ask... ask what?" The young man on the other end of the phone, Bo Long, was suddenly taken aback by the question, his tone somewhat bewildered.
As a young man, he was suddenly promoted to the position of project manager by Jiang Xia, so he always took the lead in everything and wanted to do all the work by himself.
His current state is exactly the same as when Jiang Xia was working on projects in the early days. He seems to be welded to the laboratory and piles of blueprints, so busy that his feet barely touch the ground, working day and night.
On one hand, I had to discuss with Professor Daheng from the Institute of Optoelectronics whether to use mechanical Q-switching safely or take the risk of going straight to optical Q-switching, while on the other hand, I had to work hard on the design of the high-voltage energy storage circuit.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been home; he ate and slept at the factory. Fortunately, the food supply seemed to have improved recently, and the canteen was serving plenty of oily food; otherwise, with his already thin frame, he might have ended up like Jiangxia, with his "bamboo pole" build.
“Sigh…” Jiang Xia sighed helplessly. Listening to Bo Long’s hoarse and dry voice, he could clearly imagine what the other person looked like right now, even through the phone line: bloodshot eyes, hair as messy as a bird’s nest, brows furrowed as he hunched over blueprints or an oscilloscope…
Yeah, this scene is all too familiar, because he used to be just like this! Although he's not much better now…
Jiang Xia patiently guided him: "Your factory got a special approval for a 'Big Yellow Doppelganger,' right? Just find that internal communication port, type your question in, and press enter! Someone knowledgeable will see it and reply. Your problem... well, it might not even be a problem anymore! Brother, don't just bury yourself in your work!"
"Jiang Xia! Time to eat! Should you bring your food or come with us to the dining car?" Just then, Old Wang's gruff voice pierced through the carriage door.
The young man on the other end of the phone, Bolong, seemed to want to ask for more details on how it worked, but Jiang Xia's exasperated anger flared up immediately: "Alright! Stop asking! Go try it out! Other collaborating units are using it like crazy, solving a lot of bottleneck problems! And you, you idiot, are still doing 'independent public relations'! Brother, don't forget the advantages of our human wave tactics and pooling our wisdom! We'll talk later!"
Before Bolong could say anything more, Jiang Xia decisively hung up the phone with a "snap".
Hearing the commotion in the carriage, Old Wang hurriedly leaned out halfway and saw that Jiang Xia, who was usually calm, was like a stubborn mule, circling around the mahogany table.
While spinning around, he kept cursing, "Eat my ass! I'd be full just from eating air!"
"Damn it! Those guys in the standardization team have practically become 24/7 'top customer service' staff! They're constantly monitoring the ports and sending files, working themselves to the bone! They have such advanced communication methods, and you're doing this stupid thing like broadband amplifier signal preprocessing, racking your brains over it? You deserve to work yourself to death, you blockhead!"
"That piece of junk! They've got digital radios, and even Doppler radar! Little Mo and his teacher are already planning to further reduce the size of the radar, and you..."
It was rare to see Little Dumb Hair so excited, so Old Wang walked in curiously and asked, "What's wrong? This isn't like you. You used such harsh language."
"Shouldn't I be scolded? Did you make sure the person in charge received the key to my 'Lecture Room' portal?"
Hearing Jiang Xia get down to business, Lao Wang also straightened up: "Make sure! For safety, in addition to us, comrades from IDCPC will also be 'delivering' the goods! We'll strictly implement point-to-point 'delivery'! What's wrong? What happened?"
"That settles it then. I even went to Uncle Nie to ask for a favor and get Big Yellow's clone for their equipment factory. Are they begging for food with a golden rice bowl? Why not use it to hatch eggs?"
Jiang Xia banged on the table so hard it made Old Wang's eyelids twitch.
"I reckon it's just that he can't change his mindset! He still thinks that tackling technical problems means doing it all by himself! I thought Bolong was a smart guy! That signal preprocessing that's giving him a headache is no longer a problem! If only he used the port I gave him, connected to the 'Standards Technology Association' communication interface, clearly described the problem, and sent it up..."
"When those guys in the standardization team at the port saw keywords like 'weak signal extraction' and 'laser gyroscope,' didn't they immediately send over the application diagrams of the mA709 linear operational amplifier and a summary of the design points for the threshold comparator circuit?"
"Using the mA709 for high-gain, low-noise signal amplification, and then extracting the effective pulse signal through a designed threshold comparator, wouldn't that overcome the hurdle?! He's still stuck on the high-voltage spark gap issue; isn't that a waste of time?"
Jiang Xia slammed his hand on the table again in anger. This time he didn't hit his head, but the sound was still quite loud.
"That piece of junk! They've even got digital radios, and they've fucking used Doppler radar! Mo and his teacher are already planning to further reduce the radar size, but he..."
"Eh!"
Jiang Xia slapped his forehead, his anger making him forget that he had just used his head to "knock on a wooden fish," and he gasped in pain.
Then, words like "uncooperative," "unambitious," "ignorant," and "wasteful" kept popping out of his mouth.
Don't blame him for using foul language; the main reason is that even when this guy was entangled in projects at all levels, he didn't forget to use the rudimentary network he had created to build a prototype of knowledge sharing.
That thing he jokingly called "Lecture Room of the Hundred Schools".
This so-called "forum," under current network conditions, naturally cannot support elaborate graphical interfaces and real-time interaction. It is more like a relatively primitive yet efficient knowledge indexing and distribution system based on a combination of SMS protocols and artificial intelligence.
The core idea is to break down large tasks into smaller parts, schedule them manually, and deliver them on demand.
The group of energetic young people in the Standardization Association are the "cornerstone" of this system. One of their core tasks is to act as "knowledge hunters" and "librarians".
By contacting various research institutes and factories participating in the "Big Yellow Doppelganger" network, the core content of these units' ongoing or completed research project reports, technical solutions, design drawings, experimental data, etc., were all condensed into a "technical summary" of a few hundred words.
Then, the "classifiers" of the standardization association manually sort, classify, and number these abstracts according to technical fields (such as major categories and more detailed subcategories such as "electronic circuits", "optical devices", "materials and processes", "mechanical structures", "signal processing" etc.) and enter them into a central index.
Of course, this index is currently just a bunch of thick card boxes. Only Jiang Xia, that cheat, with "Dahuang's main body," has been able to quickly convert his results into an electronic catalog.
It was this box of cards that filled almost half a floor that led the young people at the Standards Association to call this place a pharmacy, and the researchers who came to seek technology were jokingly referred to as "door-to-door pharmacy."
Pretty apt, isn't it? These young people from the standards association do indeed resemble the way an old pharmacy clerk sorts medicinal herbs. Of course, what they're sharing is knowledge.
However, to some extent, this knowledge can indeed be regarded as a panacea.