Chapter 118 Leibniz's Gossip

Lighthouse Country, Langley. Intelligence Agency, conference room.

Deputy Director Smith, with a dark expression, slammed a thick report onto the table. "Bang!"

The loud noise made the experts present tremble.

"Can someone explain to me," Smith pointed at the C616-M1 photo on the report cover, "why a group of Chinese people who are still burning coal briquettes could come up with software error compensation overnight?"

"According to our models, their industrial base is at least twenty years behind us. But this machine..."

Smith gritted his teeth, "Although its control precision is only 0.01 millimeters, its algorithmic logic, especially regarding software compensation, is already at a world-class level!"

The long conference table was filled with experts on both sides. No one dared to speak. This was too counterintuitive.

It was like seeing a primitive man holding a stone axe while calculating relativistic equations.

Finally, the scientist Robert stood up. "Director, we performed reverse engineering on the m1 kit chip. Although the core area was burned, we managed to salvage some fragmented data segments."

Robert turned on the projector. A string of strange characters appeared on the wall. It was Z80 assembly language. However, some incomprehensible symbols were mixed into the comments.

"We all know that Leibniz, the inventor of modern binary computing, claimed his inspiration came from the Eastern 'I Ching'. The broken line represents 0, and the solid line represents 1. We always thought this was just a philosophical coincidence. But now it seems..."

Robert swallowed, his voice trembling: "The Chinese might have mastered a 'natural philosophical language' that is of a higher dimension than assembly language!"

"Click." The slide changed. On the left side of the screen was a Taiji Bagua diagram, and on the right was a dense mapping of memory addresses.

"Look here! They aren't writing code. They are using memory addresses to arrange a 'Bagua Array'! This kind of non-linear logic perfectly bypasses the bottlenecks of hardware computing power, directly achieving overclocked operations on this low-end chip!"

"This isn't science at all," Robert grabbed his hair, "This is Eastern metaphysics!"

A collective gasp echoed through the conference room. Absurd. It was absolutely absurd. But after eliminating all impossibilities, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Smith rubbed his throbbing temples: "So, you mean we are competing against a group of wizards?"

"Pretty much," Robert nodded solemnly.

"How is the search for metaphysics experts going?" Smith asked.

A staff member stood up, looking troubled: "Director, we have searched through Sinologists at Harvard and Yale, as well as teachers in Chinatown. They study Li Bai and Confucius, but they don't really understand 'Eastern metaphysics'."

"Useless!" Smith slammed the table, "The direction is wrong! Look among the common people! Don't look for those bespectacled professors. Go find those Feng Shui masters, fortune tellers, and Taoist priests who draw talismans in Chinatown! Only they hold the secrets of Eastern metaphysics!"

The intelligence officer was stunned for a moment, then stood at attention: "Yes Sir!"

"Also, regarding the operation against that Lin Xi..." A hint of malice flashed in Smith's eyes, "How is the progress?"

The officer in charge of operations looked bitter: "Director, it's too difficult. China's counter-espionage network is too terrifying. Our eyes and ears in the imperial capital—as long as they stand on a street corner for a little too long, old ladies wearing red armbands will rush over to interrogate them."

"Just last week, one of our senior agents was taken to the police station by a group of old men doing morning exercises because he used a micro-camera near Shichahai. It is said that the organization known as the 'Chaoyang Masses' has counter-espionage capabilities comparable to the KGB."

Smith's mouth twitched. In the face of this mysterious ancient Eastern country, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Initiate Plan B." Smith pulled a file from his drawer; a black spider pattern was printed on the cover. "Since we can't get in, we'll wait for him to come out. He will eventually step out of the country to do business."

"Call back 'Black Widow' Natasha. Have her wait in Hong Kong or Europe. Whether it's seduction, kidnapping, or drugging."

Smith threw the file to the head of operations, "Even if I have to pry open his skull, I want to know exactly what is inside his head!"

In the Northwest Gobi, sandstorms filled the sky. Lin Xi, wrapped in a military overcoat, jumped off the jeep. As soon as he landed, he got a mouthful of sand.

The construction site was bustling with activity. The roar of bulldozers, the chants of workers, and the screeching of metal cutting intertwined into a rugged industrial symphony.

He Zhenhua walked up quickly, holding a hard hat. "Manager Lin, you're back."

"How's the situation?" Lin Xi took the hard hat and put it on. "51 people from the first 'list' have arrived."

He Zhenhua clicked his tongue in wonder, his eyes full of disbelief. "I don't know where you dug them up from. They look unremarkable one by one, but in reality, they are all hidden experts! Compared to the first batch, they are not much worse."

He Zhenhua pointed at the simple prefabricated houses in the distance. It was crowded with people.

"That guy who fires the boiler—it turns out his temperature control technique is more accurate than a thermostat! And there's a kitchen assistant whose hands are so steady he can carve characters on a grain of rice! They are simply born precision assembly workers!"

The live stream comments floated by: 【That's right! These are SR cards that tens of millions of people across the internet helped you 'human-flesh search' out!】【The second batch of SRs is being screened; Streamer, digest this batch first.】【I know that boiler guy! That's a future master of heat treatment!】

Lin Xi smiled, a warm feeling surging in his heart: "Get them settled; these people are treasures. How is the progress on the underground constant-temperature room?"

"The construction team is working in three shifts, utilizing the foundation of the original air-raid shelter, so progress is very fast. The main structure is finished, and they are currently doing the waterproofing and insulation layers. We can move in in another month."

The two walked and talked, passing through the noisy construction site. Suddenly, He Zhenhua stopped, his originally excited expression sinking, and his brows locked into a frown.

"However..." He Zhenhua changed the subject, "There's a bit of a problem with the numerical control system."