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Chapter 849, and it's already given?
Minister Ivan listened and fell silent. He looked at the "meДВeДЬ" running a simple program, then at Alexander who looked "helpless," and then at Khalil who was "shrewd in business" next to him.
"Their program was written in a language called C!"
“C language?” Alexander frowned. “What is that? A new assembly language? Or some kind of academic abstraction model?”
"Neither of those. It's something our Chinese friends created specifically for writing programs!"
"The C in China?"
"I haven't paid attention to it. If you say so, then so be it!" Minister Ivan waved his hand dismissively, unaware of the surprise in Alexander's eyes.
My motherland... how could you release such a tool!
If this language could actually be used to write programs...
Then isn't its value the same as the Alliance's top secret—the "three-value logic theory" summarized based on ternary theory?
No, could it be that Lubyanka's intelligence network has actually uncovered the motherland's cutting-edge technology?
Damn it! Damn it!
Alexander forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and forced a look of bewilderment on his face, as if a scientist had just heard an unfamiliar term: "Comrade Minister, is this... a new technological concept proposed by China? I have never seen it in any academic materials or intelligence briefings."
Minister Ivan did not doubt his reaction, after all, the Alliance's technical journal had never mentioned the term.
Yes, the ever-proud alliance only mentioned our "young lady's" sudden appearance in a corner of a newspaper, and this language named after the first letter of China was not even within their scope of attention.
Minister Ivan was not surprised by Alexander's reaction. With a hint of superiority in his intelligence, he explained, "Don't be confused, Comrade Alexander. Don't forget my other role—the Alliance's representative on the IEC Technical Committee."
During the preparatory stage of the conference, the French team couldn't wait to start showing off some of the 'technical sweeteners' they had acquired.
The Chinese seem to have provided a fairly complete set of 'C language' parameter specifications, and even an introductory guide called a 'workbook'.
Although the core compiler and deep design principles are still shrouded in secrecy, the name and its basic framework are no longer top secret.
Alexander felt somewhat relieved upon hearing this, realizing that the minister's information came from IEC channels, rather than the kind of intelligence leak he had been most worried about.
“Alexander, I have never doubted your intelligence. If… I mean, if you had the opportunity to access the core architecture and design standards of the C language… with your abilities, is it possible for you to quickly master it and write a truly usable program for our ‘Bear’?”
Minister Ivan leaned forward, asking with a hint of expectation.
"Comrade Minister, a mature programming language, its compilation environment, and library functions constitute a complex ecosystem. Understanding its design philosophy, mastering its syntax features, and using it proficiently..."
This requires a systematic learning process and extensive practice; it cannot be solved immediately by simply consulting some standard documents. It takes time.
Alexander instinctively didn't want to accept the job because he felt it was a betrayal of the homeland he believed in.
Minister Ivan's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this, and he impatiently interrupted Alexander:
"Time? No problem, I'll help you save that time right away!"
“6ecплathыn cыp 6ывaet toльko в mыweлoвke. Everything in this world is ultimately a transaction.”
His gaze suddenly shifted to Khalil, who was sitting on pins and needles:
"Haven't you always boasted about your close relationship with your 'old friends in China'? Now, here's your chance to redeem yourself!"
"Go! Find a way to contact them! Make it clear to them that, as a voting member within the IEC, I can take a 'constructive' stance on their proposals during key deliberations. At this IEC General Assembly, if they know what's good for them, I will offer them certain 'favors' in some voting!"
"The condition for the exchange is that they must provide us with a complete set of 'C language' technical documents, compiler source code, and related tools that they provided to the French, immediately and unconditionally!"
This isn't a request; it's a "toll" that must be paid to ensure their proposal can "sail smoothly"! Understand?
"Yes, Comrade Minister! I'll take care of it immediately!" Khalil bowed and accepted the order, his body drenched in cold sweat.
"The laws governing the world are always clear." Minister Ivan watched Khalil's departing figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Everything is in a vortex of change and replacement. What drives everything is nothing more than the art of balancing 'cost' and 'gain'."
"Alexander, believe me, you won't let me down..."
……
When Khalil, looking troubled, almost forced himself to convey Minister Ivan's outrageous request to our relevant personnel, his heart was already filled with pessimism.
In his view, this was tantamount to demanding at the negotiating table that the other party hand over their most advanced tank design blueprints and production lines, along with a full set of instructors!
This has crossed the line of technical exchange; it's nothing short of blatant extortion.
"This is it," Khalil lamented inwardly, as if he could already see the fragile "friendship" with his Chinese friends about to capsize in this storm. "How could they possibly agree to such an outrageous request? This business deal is probably over for good..."
Looking at our old acquaintance, well, let's call him "Comrade Li" for now.
Khalil imagined all sorts of reactions from the other party: anger, rebuke, or even cutting off contact altogether. Each scenario made him restless.
Ever since Khalil came in and spoke, Comrade Li had been frowning and covering his cheek, listening to Khalil's request without giving an immediate reply.
He simply gestured for Khalil to wait a moment, then turned and strode into the communications room inside, closing the door behind him.
Khalil waited anxiously alone in the outer room, time seeming to stretch on endlessly. His nerves had been on edge in the lab, and he hadn't had a drop of water at the banquet; now he felt parched.
My gaze swept across the table next to me and I saw a cup of dark brown liquid that was still warm. I assumed it was coffee, so I didn't think twice and picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.
He paused slightly as the liquid entered his mouth.
Huh? It's not coffee.
It lacks the strong, bitter taste of coffee, instead possessing a wonderful, complex aroma with a slightly bitter, plant-like flavor that lingers with an exceptionally sweet aftertaste and a unique herbal fragrance.
If I had to describe it, it would feel a bit like the "little black water" he had tasted before from the Bald Eagles.
"Could this be a new drink from our Eastern friends?" Khalil smacked his lips, savoring the taste. The more he tasted it, the more unique it seemed, with a refreshing sensation that relieved his dry mouth.
He even started to think to himself, "Even if this negotiation falls apart and I might never have the chance to see them again, I still have to find a way to get a few packets of this magical drink from them before I leave..."
Just as he was immersed in the aftertaste of his drink and his chaotic thoughts, the door to the inner room opened.
Comrade Li came out, looking even worse than when he went in. He still had a furrowed brow, and he kept covering the same cheek with his hand, which even looked slightly swollen.
He walked up to Khalil and handed him a document that was still slightly warm to the touch. The cover of the document had no title, only a number.
Comrade Li's voice was noticeably hoarse and nasal, as if every word he spoke made him feel uncomfortable.
So Comrade Li said as briefly as possible:
"Here you go, Comrade Caril, everything you requested... is on here. Take it back and give it to your minister."
Khalil froze, instinctively taking the heavy, warm document.
You...you just gave it to me like that?
Khalil grabbed the documents and jumped.
Yes, it's not a typo, it really is a jump.
Khalil simply climbed out of the second-floor window...
Looking out the window at Khalil, who was limping but still running incredibly fast, Comrade Li couldn't help but exclaim: "These Russians are really strong... they didn't even die from the fall!"
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