RBCT Chapter 3349 As long as we kneel down quickly, we won't lose.
Chapter 3349 As long as we kneel down quickly, we won't lose.
Chapter 3349 As long as we kneel down quickly, we won't lose.
In the blink of an eye, the National Day holiday is here, the sweltering heat is about to end, and the golden autumn is about to begin.
The festive atmosphere in Beijing is gradually becoming more intense.
Colorful flags were planted at the entrance of the alley and outside the courtyard, and people walking by had happy and satisfied smiles on their faces.
The nine departments also hung up their flags and repainted their slogans, presenting a thriving scene.
Due to the severe flooding in Runan, this year's National Day celebrations were not held in a grand manner, and many cultural and entertainment activities were restricted, including those of the Ninth Division.
At this point, you should follow the general trend and not go against the wind.
Otherwise, wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?
Yang Xiaotao discussed it with Li Hongfeng and decided to continue issuing the benefits for the nine units and eleven units, but not too many; they would issue fewer!
Everyone in the Nine Divisions knew what was going on, and none of them were blind to the situation.
And so, the National Day holiday passed quietly, and work continued as uneventfully as ever.
Siheyuan.
At the front gate, Yan Fugui leaned against a recliner, swaying weakly. Ever since the Lunar New Year, his body had become visibly weak, which, in his words, was due to the lingering effects of illnesses from earlier years.
However, the elderly people in the courtyard all knew that Yan Fugui's so-called illness was simply that he hadn't gained any advantage and was harboring too much resentment, which was bad for his health.
Of course, that was all in the past; the Yan family is not the same as it used to be.
Not to mention that Yan Jiefang became a high-ranking official in the Northwest and built a family business, even his third son, Yan Jiekuang, has made something of himself in recent years, forging his own path in the field of electrical engineering.
Moreover, they are all still workers of the Ninth Department, and now no one looks down on the Yan family.
Yan Jiedi also passed the college entrance examination and became a college student. In those days, those who could finish college were not worried about not having a job. The only difference was whether they could enter the Ninth Department.
Nowadays, not only people in Beijing, but most people across the country want to join the Ninth Division, because joining the Ninth Division not only represents honor, but also status.
At the main entrance, Yan Fugui was basking in the sun, constantly fanning himself with a fan.
The next moment, a jeep was seen parked at the entrance of the alley. Looking up, who else could it be but Yang Xiaotao?
However, Yang Xiaotao did not return alone. Two other people were carrying a computer around him as they walked towards the courtyard.
Upon seeing Yang Xiaotao, Yan Fugui immediately stood up. "Xiaotao, what's wrong with you...?"
Upon seeing that it was Yan Fugui, Yang Xiaotao smiled and said, "It's just that I set up a computer at home to make work more convenient."
Hearing Yang Xiaotao say this, Yan Fugui showed an envious expression, but he quickly concealed it.
If others bring their computers home to play games, then Yang Xiaotao brought them home definitely for work; otherwise, he wouldn't have fainted at his workstation.
During that time, Yang Xiaotao fell ill, which alarmed many people who came to visit him, making them realize Yang Xiaotao's importance.
"Of course, of course."
Yan Fugui stood up from the recliner. "But Xiao Yang, you also need to take care of your health. You should rest when you need to. A balance between work and rest is essential for long-term success."
Yan Fugui launched into a long rant, and Yang Xiaotao nodded with a smile before leading his men into the courtyard.
Little Fatty laughed from behind, "Mr. Yang, look, even Grandpa Yan knows you should rest."
Yan Fugui also knew that Xiao Pang's identity was extraordinary, and he laughed when he heard this, "It's not just me, everyone in the hospital knows."
"Alright, alright, stop nagging and hurry up."
After saying that, Yang Xiaotao beckoned the two to the Intermediate Court. Wangcai and Wangwang ran over from afar and circled around the group.
Wang Hao and Xiao Pang weren't scared at all; they carried the computer into the house.
It was quickly placed in the study.
After some adjustments, the computer was plugged in and booted up successfully.
Yang Xiaotao didn't keep the two of them, which can be considered as giving them a break.
After dismissing the two, Yang Xiaotao began working in his study.
Since he couldn't work overtime at the Ninth Department, he decided to work from home. He also wanted to complete the new operating system as soon as possible.
And now is a critical moment.
"Dad, did you bring the computer back?"
In the late afternoon, Duanwu's voice came from the doorway. Yang Xiaotao turned around and saw Duanwu rushing in with a book in his hands, his eyes shining as he looked at the computer.
"Did you get out of school early today?"
Duanwu nodded, "School let out early today. I finished all the homework, so I came home early."
After saying that, he looked at the computer in the study, his eyes shining, "We finally have a computer at home! We finally have a computer at home!"
Yang Xiaotao understood Duanwu's meaning and said directly, "You are not allowed to touch this without my permission."
Upon hearing this, Duanwu turned pale and was very disappointed.
He understood his father's meaning: no touching meant no touching. If he disobeyed his father, he could expect a scolding. But if he angered his father, things could get really complicated.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, Yang Xiaotao continued working diligently on his computer.
The new Chinese operating system is almost finished. Yang Xiaotao has figured out the pattern and just needs to follow the steps to complete it.
The time is not far off.
Just as Yang Xiaotao was conducting research on a new operating system, an angry voice suddenly rang out in the Oxford Computer Research Laboratory in Britain, "One, two, three... Is this the answer you gave me?"
Professor Adam pointed at Choi Min-ho's nose and shouted angrily. Behind him were five Koreans bowing respectfully. These five were the highly respected scholars chosen to come to Britain to help.
Faced with the furious Professor Adam, Choi Min-ho dared not, and could not, refute him.
In front of him were several piles of computer processors that had failed in experiments.
If you look closely at these processors, you can see a clear image of the South Korean flag.
In other words, these processors were made according to the suggestions they provided.
However, experiments proved that no matter which aspect they approached, they could not replicate the processor of the Sun75.
Some processors can't even run properly.
Time is like a mirror, magnifying failures little by little.
Some people can accept failure, while others cannot tolerate it.
Clearly, Adam was the latter.
He couldn't accept this failure, especially since he couldn't even find the reason for it. This sense of frustration made him feel powerless and very angry.
So Professor Adam took his anger out on these 'self-righteous' guys.
When you're successful, even the most trivial things you say seem philosophical.
When you fail, you're just an old codger, nobody cares about you.
Initially, he thought that with the help of these people, he would be able to quickly analyze the processor of the Sun75 computer.
But as time went on and their research deepened, they suddenly discovered that these so-called scholars of Chinese culture were simply making things up.
They are completely ignorant about computers, even the most basic things. They can talk a lot about theoretical concepts, but when it comes to practical application, they become timid and unable to offer any effective suggestions.
At first, they thought it was Choi Min-ho's fault, but later they discovered that it wasn't just Choi Min-ho; all the Koreans were the same. In other words, no matter how many Koreans came, the final result would likely be the same.
However, one thing he was certain of was that studying and understanding Han culture was extremely effective in analyzing the Sunrise 75 computer. The reason it hadn't succeeded wasn't because the research direction was wrong, but because those people in South Korea were incompetent.
In other words, if we replace the help with someone else, someone who understands Chinese culture better, it will definitely work.
As long as he finds truly talented people, they can help him complete the analysis of the computer.
Thinking of this, Professor Adam looked coldly at Choi Min-ho and his group of six, saying, "A bunch of self-righteous good-for-nothings."
"You're fired!"
"Get out of my research institute right now."
"roll!"
The voice was cold, brief, and forceful.
Choi Min-ho was pale and looked dazed.
Having worked here for so long and enjoyed the adoration of the people in China, all his hard work and dedication were suddenly shattered by just one sentence.
“Professor Adam, you can’t do this. We’re cooperating, and it’s a good cooperation. Professor Adam, you can’t do this.”
"We are still working on it."
Choi Min-ho cried and complained from the side.
The people behind them also showed sorrowful expressions.
They will leave just as miserable as they came in glory.
They didn't want to experience this fall from grace, but they had no choice but to.
Professor Adam, however, couldn't be bothered to look at these people's faces.
These guys are as obsequious to your face as they are arrogant behind your back.
He had heard his colleagues talk about this more than once: these people were very obedient when they were around, but in private they were all incredibly arrogant.
They even boasted in universities that without their help, computers could not have been successfully developed, and that the British could not have made computers.
They even said some ridiculous things, which made people both laugh and cry.
It's time to teach them a lesson.
"Take them out."
Professor Adam beckoned people in, not wanting to waste any more words.
Soon, a group of guards rushed in and dragged the people who had collapsed on the ground away.
Crying and pleading won't help.
Some even channeled their everyday 'disgusting things' into the power of their fists; after the energy was transferred, the others immediately dared not cry out.
After leaving the research lab, Professor Adam went straight to Principal William's office building.
Adam pushed open the door without saying hello and walked into the office, waving to his female secretary who was engrossed in her work.
Principal William, whose work had been interrupted by Professor Adam, was speechless. Professor Adam, however, did not care at all. He walked over and sat down opposite William, looking at him solemnly. "I need an expert, an expert who can really help me, not a bunch of idiots who only talk big but have no skills."
Upon hearing Professor Adam's words, Principal William's face darkened. "My respected Professor Adam, please be clearer in your speech. You know, we can't reach a consensus if things aren't explained clearly."
Adam stared at the other man's hateful face, really wanting to punch him.
However, considering that his work still needed their support, he suppressed his anger. "Do you know how I've been these past few months? I've been hoping to finish as soon as possible, hoping that with the help of these guys, I can analyze the processor of the Sun75."
"But in the end, what did I get? Failure after failure. And the reason for the failure was only one: they couldn't give me the right direction."
“A study that can’t even find its direction is destined to fail.”
Growing angrier by the thought, Professor Adam finally stood up and slammed his fist on the table. "They're a bunch of trash, you know that?"
“I gave them the best treatment and a rich life. I even found women to serve them.”
"But what about them? They squander my resources day after day without offering me any help."
Faced with the angry Professor Adam, William dared not say much, but carefully inquired about the cause and effect of the matter. In the end, he understood Professor Adam's request, which was that a new group of people needed to be replaced.
But how easy is it to replace someone like that?
When he first called for help, his superior made him sweat profusely.
Just thinking about that voice, and those ruthless killers, fills me with dread.
But now that Adam has spoken, it means he has to come up with another solution.
Otherwise, if the computer can't figure it out, it won't just be a matter of getting scolded.
"Alright, Professor Adam, I'll figure out a way for you."
Adam nodded, got up to leave, but stopped at the door. "I reiterate, I don't need anyone from South Korea, not anyone."
After saying that, he closed the door and left quickly.
William took a deep breath and then began to calculate helplessly.
As time went on, the events unfolding within the British computer research community spread rapidly.
Along with the news, six old men were also forced onto a plane back to China.
When the six returned to South Korea, they were not greeted with flowers and applause as usual, but with scornful laughter.
Those repeated insults, "You old thief," left the six of them in a very awkward position.
The six people blushed with embarrassment and, not daring to linger, quickly left and hurried home.
Just when the six thought they could hide at home and act like cowards, they were met with disdain from their families and dislike from their relatives and friends.
Some even stood up and wept bitterly, making veiled accusations and telling them to leave immediately.
Just as it was said before, the flowers were in full bloom and the flames were blazing; the more glorious it was in the past, the more miserable it is now.
At that moment, the six people truly experienced what social death meant.
Two days later, three of the six men could not withstand the pressure and, unwilling to be humiliated, threw themselves into the Han River.
Of the remaining three, two suffered from mental illness and were sent directly to a mental hospital.
Only Cui Minghao survived with resilience. Not only that, Cui Minghao also became a true "China enthusiast," repeatedly advocating in public that Chinese civilization is the oldest and most brilliant civilization in the world.
"Our culture comes from China."
"We cannot defeat China, just as our civilization is inferior to theirs."
"A splendid culture needs time to mature."
"To pit a few hundred years of culture against a five-thousand-year-old civilization is something only a fool would do."
"I assert that no one but the Chinese can decipher the Sun75 processor."
"Those British people, attempting to imitate Chinese culture with their pitiful civilization, are simply like the man from Handan who tried to learn to walk in Handan—they'll never grasp the essence."
Similar remarks kept coming out of Choi Min-ho's mouth, and surprisingly, they attracted a lot of followers and became a hot topic of discussion in society.
Some have even initiated and guided groups to come to China to trace their ancestry and learn about the powerful Han culture.
For a time, public opinion took a dramatic turn, which is quite typical of Korean culture.