Riding the wind of rebirth

In fact, this problem is not a technical problem, but a management problem. Mai Mingdong certainly understands what Zhou Zhi meant, that is, the country may not be particularly confident in the Clover Group, or even in the cooperation between the Clover Group and the Ship Power Research Institute, and it may be necessary to introduce third-party supervision.

Zhou Zhi actually doesn't object to such supervision. On the contrary, he hopes there will be more of it, because the more units responsible for security and the higher their levels, the less responsibility he has to bear, which is good for him.

The only problem is that all participating units have to provide a portion of computing power and require relatively high-speed networking equipment, which is undoubtedly a further blow to the country's scientific research institutions, which are already not wealthy.

Of course, there is a solution. That is for Clover Group to fund and be responsible for these technical equipment and install them in the scientific branch and research institute respectively, but this will lose the meaning of cooperation.

"We'll talk about the details after we report to the Ministry tomorrow. We're supposed to be doing good things and making contributions, so we need to consider all aspects and not get into trouble."

"Well, we will be guided by the opinions of the ministry's experts. If we can succeed, we will succeed. If we can't succeed, we have a lot of projects now, so we won't force ourselves to do anything."

"That's right. Computing power is such a precious commodity nowadays. How could you not be able to find a project?" Mai Mingdong sighed, "I'm just afraid that your good intentions will be misunderstood."

It's hard to discuss this matter in detail. After all, Mai Xiaomiao is a natural softie, while Zhou Zhi is a person who is well versed in Confucianism. He believes in judging people by their hearts rather than their deeds, and even less by their identities. He believes that "barbarians who enter China become Chinese", and that it is more appropriate to classify people by cultural recognition.

Of course, this can be faked in front of a large crowd, so it is not feasible. However, based on Zhou Zhi's understanding of Mai Xiaomiao and his complete trust in her, Zhou Zhi would think it inappropriate to use other means to "help" her get rid of such embarrassment, because this would show a lack of trust in Mai Xiaomiao.

After having a meal at the Mai family, Zhou Zhi said goodbye and returned to Gu Lao's dormitory. He called Feng Xueshan again and said that although he had returned to Shu University, he was too busy and had to fly to the capital early the next morning, so he would have to wait until he came back to see her.

Feng Xueshan asked him how long it would take him to come back, and Zhou Zhi said it would take about a week. Feng Xueshan seemed relieved on the other end of the phone and told him to call her after he came back, saying that she had something to discuss with him.

Zhou Zhi asked what was going on, but Feng Xueshan said it was a small matter and they would talk about it when he came back.

Zhou Zhi didn't ask any more questions.

The next morning, Zhou Zhi took the portrait of Madam She Xiang and rushed to the airport with Mai Xiaomiao.

After they got off the plane, they were picked up by a military vehicle and quickly taken to a very large building in Fengtai. On the outer wall of the building hung a logo of an eagle flying on the waves, with the four big words "Sea Eagle Building" written below.

The people coming in and out were also very strange. There were soldiers as well as ordinary staff in casual uniforms. Zhou Zhi felt that this was a half-military and half-civilian unit.

The soldier who brought them here did not enter the building. He spoke a few words to the soldier at the door. The soldier picked up the phone and dialed a number. After a while, Qin Haifeng walked out of the building with two visitor badges in his hands: "Xiao Miao, Elbow, are you here? Excuse me, everyone is waiting for you."

"Do we need to take down the luggage?" Zhou Zhi asked.

"No need. I'll take you to the guesthouse after the discussion." Qin Haifeng said, "Or if you have relatives or friends in the capital who you want to meet, just tell the driver."

"Okay then." Zhou Zhi took out a long and thick plastic tube from the trunk and put it on his back under the strange looks of Qin Haifeng and the driver soldier: "Let's go." "Commander." The soldier at the door was also speechless by Zhou Zhi's trick and saluted Qin Haifeng: "According to regulations, we have to check what this comrade is going to bring in."

"Is this thing of yours important?" Qin Haifeng asked.

"Nothing, just a painting." Zhou Zhi took down the painting tube and pulled out the ancient painting: "There's no need to open it, right? Just take a look at it, it's not something that can't be taken with you."

"Why are you bringing this in? Can't you just put it in the car?"

"No, this is from the early Ming Dynasty. There are only a few of them in the world. I have to take it to the National Museum later."

Qin Haifeng was somewhat speechless: "So the cooperation between our two companies is not a big deal in your mind, right? Arts student!"

"How dare I?" Zhou Zhi waved his hands and said, "But this matter is not simple. I want to say that this painting is related to ethnic harmony. Do you believe it?"

Qin Haifeng wanted to say he didn't believe it, but then he thought about it and realized that this kid had been in the Yi area recently. The reason why he didn't come to the capital with him was because he wanted to open a cave to store Buddhist scriptures. So he asked, "Is this what you got from opening that cave with the Yi elder?"

"Yes, Bimo Cave, where the Yi scholars who possess knowledge store their scriptures." After asking the soldiers to check that it was not contraband, Zhou Zhi put the things away and put them on his back. He followed Qin Haifeng into the building while chatting with him.

After entering the building, Zhou Zhi found that there were four elevators in total, three of which were public. There was a glass partition in front of one of the elevators. Qin Haifeng placed his badge on the recognition machine, and a metal door in front of the glass partition opened automatically.

Zhou Zhi and Mai Xiaomiao also followed Qin Haifeng to punch in and enter. Zhou Zhi asked, "Is our group's access control system pretty useful?"

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"Really?" Qin Haifeng had already walked towards the elevator, then walked back to check the door: "Hey! It really is your group's product!"

"There's something quite funny," Zhou Zhi asked Qin Haifeng after entering the elevator, "Uncle Haijun, which is more important, going from zero to one, or going from one to one hundred?"

"What do you mean?" Qin Haifeng didn't understand.

"Many people say that the Chinese have not made any contribution to modern science and technology," Zhou Zhi said. "The reason is that many modern technologies were invented by foreigners, so no matter how well China does in the future, it will not be considered a real achievement."

"Who provoked you?" Qin Haifeng asked in confusion, "Why are you talking about this suddenly?"

"Hi!" Zhou Zhi laughed, "Didn't you see the IC card? This thing was actually invented by the French company Boole when I was two years old. As a result, it took 20 years to find a suitable application scenario. After the intellectual property rights expired the year before last, we introduced production lines, transportation cards, gas cards, and campus cards. Now it has entered the financial field. The annual demand for these scenarios alone has made Huahong very profitable, with profits of hundreds of millions."

"If you want to put it this way," Qin Haifeng said with a smile, "others say that the increase from zero to one is important, so it's important. We just need to quietly make a fortune from one to a hundred!" (End of this chapter)