A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 1036 So awesome, so satisfying!

"By the way, Director Zheng, which department's comrades did you bring?"

"Go ask him yourself..."

After making the arrangements, Director Zheng turned to check on the progress in Jiangxia.

Old Wang scratched his head and walked towards the six "Blackies." He needed to know their background and expertise in order to arrange sentry posts and devise a response plan.

Security work is like charging into battle; you have to put the right people in the right positions.

He walked up to the leader and saluted. He noticed that the man wasn't particularly burly, but his posture was relaxed yet firm, and his eyes were as calm as a still lake.

Old Wang lowered his voice and asked directly, "Hello comrade, I am Wang Kui, the head of security for Comrade Jiangxia. The deployment will be arranged by me. First, may I ask, who were you originally under…?"

The leader glanced at Jiang Xia, who was intently focused and frowning in the courtyard. The hard lines on his face seemed to soften almost imperceptibly for a moment. He turned back and, instead of directly answering Old Wang's question, asked in a calm tone, "Wang Kui, have you heard this conversation before?"

Old Wang was taken aback: "What?"

The leader gazed into the distance, as if recalling something:

"The strongest fighter, step forward!"

A soldier stepped forward.

"The one with the best marksmanship, step forward!"

Another soldier stepped forward.

"Anyone who has killed more than five enemies, step forward!"

The two soldiers stepped forward in silence.

"Those who have destroyed strongholds or bunkers, step forward!"

The remaining soldier stepped forward without hesitation.

At this point, all the soldiers took a step forward.

The leader paused, then refocused his gaze on Old Wang's face:

"This is our resume!"

Before Lao Wang could react, the leading soldier whispered to the five men, "From today onwards, you will only do three things!"

First……

"Protect!" the five soldiers replied resolutely.

"second?"

"Protect!"

"third?"

"Still, protect them!"

Upon hearing this coded message, Old Wang was startled, then stood silently, his surprise turning into a knowing seriousness.

Secretary Liu, standing to the side, was deeply shaken. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she almost burst into tears. Her voice trembled.

"Are you Mulan's family members?"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Black Bay team straightened his back even more, his tone proud and firm: "We are the people's soldiers!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Jiang Xia in the courtyard, his gaze suddenly becoming like that of a father-in-law looking at his prospective son-in-law. He scrutinized him from head to toe for a long while before turning back to Old Wang with a grin, his tone somewhat teasing: "But, if there's ever a wedding banquet in the future, don't forget about us brothers..."

Old Wang nodded emphatically, asked no more questions, and quickly began to set up overt and covert sentry posts and contingency plans based on the courtyard's terrain and the areas of expertise of the six "Black Bay" members.

Secretary Liu also quietly wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, moved a chair to sit down a short distance away, and was ready to provide assistance at any time.

In the courtyard, the sounds of Jiangxia counting off, Baoqiang pressing the Red Dragon Eye button, and the scratching of pen tips across scratch paper once again became the main melody.

The morning mist was gradually dispelled by the rising sunlight, and dappled sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, illuminating the papers on the table covered with complex formulas, as well as the fine dust particles left by Baoqiang's eggplant vines that had not yet completely dissipated in the air.

"Baoqiang! Quick, the second to last number in the third iteration!" Jiang Xia didn't even look up, his pen flying across the paper as he quickly derived the next selection criteria.

"Baoqiang!"

"Wait, what's this displaying?!" Baoqiang pressed his face almost against the single row of LED digital tubes of the Red Dragon Eye, his sunglasses sliding down to the tip of his nose. "Hey? This thing's started flashing, just like... just like those broken colorful lanterns hanging on the city gate tower during the New Year, jumping around randomly!"

"Huh?" Jiang Xia continued writing, but his brows furrowed.

"Hey, hey, hey! Jiang Guawa, what's wrong with this damn black thing? Why is it starting to flash randomly? Did you break it? I just got used to the feel of it, and it's already let me down!"

"Did I break it?" Jiang Xia stopped writing, pointing incredulously at the Red Dragon Eye in Baoqiang's hand...

"Yes!"

Jiang Xia was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth. She reached into her bag, pulled out a cigar, and Baoqiang, like a puppy with its eyes closed, frantically searched for a drink.

"Now, who is responsible for it breaking?"

It's you again!

"Your uncle!"

"Hehehe, I can tell which is more important, a cigar or something that looks impressive..."

"Please help me, brother! I really can't afford to pay for this!"

Seeing Baoqiang's wide grin that reached his ears, Jiang Xia found it inexplicably funny.

"It has to be you, Baoqiang. Interested in going to Siam to find some young heartthrobs and form a detective team?"

"Huh? What? What?"

Jiang Xia covered his head. Now it looked even more like it. He wanted to laugh, but what should he do?

"Xiao Jiang! Is it really broken? Can it be fixed?" The two clowns were joking around, but Director Zheng was getting anxious.

It really proves that old saying...

"Oh, it's not broken. It's just a calculation overflow."

"Overflow? What's leaking?" Baoqiang looked completely bewildered.

"To put it simply," Jiang Xia explained, trying to make it as intuitive as possible, "the hardware unit inside my Red Dragon's Eye, used for multiplication and division, is designed with a precision of 16 bits. That is to say, theoretically, it can handle very, very large numbers. But..."

He pointed to the row of digital tubes: "Look at this display panel. Due to size and power consumption limitations, I only installed 13 digital tubes. Each tube can display 0-9, and together they can display a maximum of 13 decimal digits."

The parameter you just entered has exceeded the range that a 13-digit decimal number can represent after continuous iterative multiplication. The data is 'full' and can't fit anymore, so it 'overflows' to higher digits.

The hardware computing unit is still calculating with 16-bit precision, but the display section only has 13-bit transistors. It cannot display the excess data, causing the circuit state to become chaotic, resulting in garbled text and flickering.

Baoqiang only half understood, but he grasped the key point: "It's just... the number it's calculating is too big, and your panel is too small to display it, so it's acting up?"

"You're not wrong!"

Baoqiang seemed to understand but not quite. He scratched his head, picked up the eggplant stalk he had tossed aside, and muttered irritably, "Why make it so complicated? As long as it can be calculated, that's enough. Why bother with the digit count? I should have just done it in my head. It's slower, but at least it won't make my eyes blink."

Jiang Xia didn't argue with him, and instead raised her hand to rub her throbbing temples...

The 16-bit hardware processing unit was not designed for such complex codebreaking. Register overflow is just a symptom; the core issue is the limitation of computing power and the compatibility of the display link.

"Stop complaining, this thing can't hold up anymore." Jiang Xia grabbed the Red Dragon Eye from the table, stood up and said, "Let's go to the Little Red Building. We need to remove the chip module from this thing, attach it to the Big Yellow 2nd Generation, and use the host's expansion interface to break through the display and computing power limitations so we can continue to deduce the key."

Baoqiang reluctantly stood up, kicked at the pebbles under his feet, and muttered to himself, "You should have said you wanted to go there earlier. All this trouble, and now we have to make a trip. This black lump of a thing is really useless, all looks and no substance..."

Despite complaining, he didn't slow down at all, and his eyes kept glancing at the Red Dragon Eye in Jiang Xia's hand, clearly still curious about this novel object.

"Here, if you want to figure it out, just take it and play with it..."

"Really? Wasn't it broken?!"

"Turn it off and then turn it back on, and it will automatically reset to zero!"

"Wow, really, this little one is quite obedient."

Taking advantage of Jiang Xia's inattention, Baoqiang spat out the eggplant stalk in his mouth and pounced on it like a hungry tiger, biting into the cigar that Jiang Xia had left on the small stone table...

"Damn it, so this is what you were after!"

"Hehehe, you little rascal, this is called a feint!"

"Where did you learn that Sichuan accent?!"

"Grandpa Zhu! He found me on the march..."

Baoqiang chuckled as he lit a cigar, shook his head, and stormed out the door, muttering to himself all the while.

"I don't need to use my brain to calculate, it's awesome, so satisfying!"

……

“Baoqiang…”

"What? Trying to curry favor with me? You're too late, you idiot!"

Jiang Xia continued grinding his teeth...

After getting into the jeep, Jiang Xia decisively waved his hand:

"I'm not taking this brat with me anymore, let him walk!"