128: Chapter 128 The Pilgrimage of Tech Fanatics

Low Entropy Workshop officially landed as Jiangcheng Low-Entropy Intelligent Equipment Co., Ltd. in less than a week.

Industrial and commercial registration, corporate accounts, seals, venue leasing, basic finance, and external legal interfaces—trivialities that would normally leave ordinary student startup projects at their wits' end—were compressed into a few documents pending signature, a few online verifications, several rounds of electronic signatures, and a few internal expedited procedures with the assistance of Lin Guanlan's team and the Jiangda University Innovation and Entrepreneurship Office.

Jiangcheng University did not treat this matter as an ordinary student startup project.

Inside, they knew better than anyone else that Jiang Lin was not the kind of clueless entrepreneur who needed the school to lend a hand with funding or policies.

What Jiangda University could do, and had decided to do, was simply to play the role of the maternal family as best as possible.

Introduce reliable lawyers with tight lips and exquisite professional skills.

Recommend competent and pragmatic operations personnel who had truly experienced the beatings of the market.

Help avoid the obvious deep pits that startup companies easily encounter in tax planning and intellectual property attribution.

As for where Low Entropy Workshop would go in the future—whether it would become a unicorn enterprise or some kind of giant that subverted the global hard-tech landscape—that was not something Jiangda University could arrange for him.

Liang Zhixia was recommended at this critical node.

The first time she saw Jiang Lin was in a conference room next to the Jiangcheng University Innovation and Entrepreneurship Office.

The person who brought her was a deputy director of the Jiangda University Entrepreneurship Office.

"This is Liang Zhixia. She previously worked in project operations at Qiheng Hard Tech Incubator for three years, and later took charge of landing services for several early-stage tech projects. She has rich hands-on experience in industry and commerce, finance, venues, recruitment, government project declarations, investor reception, and contract processes."

Speaking of this, he did not continue packaging Liang Zhixia further.

He just added one sentence: "We can only help introduce the person to you here. As for whether she is suitable and can keep up with your rhythm, you need to decide for yourself."

Having said that, he very sensibly withdrew from the conference room.

Liang Zhixia naturally knew about Jiang Lin.

She knew even clearer than the vast majority of netizens who were just watching the excitement.

Because in the past forty-eight hours, she had browsed through almost all overseas academic reports related to Jiangs Brick, Professor Holt's public evaluations on various occasions, Jiang Lin's interview video after the Gaokao, the public video of G-01 that caused an industry earthquake, as well as all available updates under the Low Entropy Workshop account and professional technical analyses in the comment sections.

She was very clear that the person she was going to meet today was not an ordinary clever high school student.

Not a teenage entrepreneur who was suddenly hit by internet traffic and in a period of inflation.

Even less the kind of short-video project operator who relied on a genius persona packaging and pieced together a domestic robot concept using a few open-source development boards to raise valuation.

This was a genius who had just leveraged the world's history of mathematics with a brick, and then turned around to produce a non-periodic mobile platform.

Jiang Lin was now a hot commodity in the entire tech circle.

The media wanted traffic, capital wanted equity, local governments wanted political achievements and industrial landing, and various enterprises wanted technology authorization...

Everyone wanted to get a little certainty from him, even if it was just a little relationship, a little authorization, or a nominal joint research and development.

Liang Zhixia was also a worldly person, and she naturally had desires.

But what she wanted was not a mouthful of traffic that would soon dissipate.

Over the past few years, those hard-tech incubation projects she stayed in could not be said to be completely meaningless.

Some made industrial sensors, some made industrial cameras, some made small robotic arms, and some stayed up late modifying business plans holding a prototype that could barely finish running the demonstration process.

These projects were not meaningless, but most of them still remained at the scale of struggling to survive.

Low Entropy Workshop was different.

Liang Zhixia openly admitted that she could not understand the control chain behind G-01 that kneaded foot-end contact, attitude estimation, current slope, and support phase together.

Nor did she understand how unfathomable Jiang Lin had reached in modern mathematics.

And the path of Low Entropy Workshop was a wilderness road that had not yet been paved—muddy, chaotic, dangerous, full of uncertainty, and possibly breaking midway due to some insurmountable technical barrier.

But if it really went through, if Jiang Lin's conception truly landed comprehensively in the Real World, what awaited ahead would by no means be a glamorous CBD office, not a tens-of-millions-level Series A financing, nor a valuation story specifically told to VCs.

Ahead, there might be a whole piece of unnamed New World.

Therefore, Liang Zhixia was not passively recommended to help today.

She strongly requested to come herself.

It could even be said that upon learning Jiangda University was looking for candidates, she pulled many strings just to submit her resume to the deputy director's desk.

Her only worry was not that Jiang Lin was too young and lacked social experience.

But that Jiang Lin was too much of a genius.

In her career, geniuses were often the hardest creatures to get along with.

Some geniuses did not understand and disdained to understand the operating processes of the Real World; they loathed all administrative chores, treating all administrative approvals, financial reimbursements, personnel recruitment, contract drafting, fire inspections, tax declarations, venue rentals, meeting arrangements, and email exchanges as serious pollution to their own creativity.

Some geniuses jumped too fast in their thinking.

So fast that the people around them could never keep up with their rhythm, and could only be dragged along dismally, running until they were left far behind and becoming discarded gears.

And some geniuses were even more troublesome.

They never clearly expressed their demands, and only after you made a mistake would they look at you with that hair-raising calm gaze, and then ruthlessly weed you out of the entire system.

Liang Zhixia did not know which kind Jiang Lin belonged to.

Therefore, she made full psychological preparations before entering the door, and that level of caution even exceeded her state when she went to interview for a partner position at a domestic investment institution back then.

Jiang Lin had never liked meaningless pleasantries.

He nodded slightly as a greeting, and then directly picked up a printed A4 piece of paper from the table and pushed it in front of her.

"Ms. Liang, Low Entropy Workshop currently needs a steward."

Liang Zhixia took a deep breath and lowered her head to look at the paper.

There was no grand vision on the paper, no pie-in-the-sky valuation predictions, nor any three-year IPO financing plan.

There were only rows of specific execution items urgently needing resolution.

After reading the first page, Liang Zhixia's heart settled down a bit instead.

The genius in front of her obviously knew that the friction of reality existed and was looking for someone to solve it.

This was a very good start.

"What Low Entropy Workshop lacks the most right now is an operational skeleton that can support daily operations."

Jiang Lin looked at her.

"Can you do it?"

"I can lead a small team to do it."

Liang Zhixia met his gaze and did not speak with absolute certainty; this was the rigor cultivated by her many years of career.

"Just myself alone is definitely not enough. For early operations, at least two people are needed to cooperate. One dedicated person is responsible for administration, financial docking, archive management, contract version control, and fixed asset numbering. Another is responsible for recruitment backend maintenance, preliminary screening of public emails, candidate form organization, and shunting massive external cooperation requests. The number of people does not need to be many, but the rules and processes must be set up from the first day of the company."

Jiang Lin asked: "Are the people you bring reliable?"

"We worked on projects together in the incubator before." Liang Zhixia answered very resolutely, "Their personal abilities may not be the top-notch in the industry, but they are meticulous in doing things and tight-lipped."

"What do you want?" Jiang Lin cut straight to the point.

Liang Zhixia had repeatedly deduced this question long ago.

She did not ask for a million-dollar annual salary, nor did she take the opportunity to demand options for the startup company.

Those things were certainly important, but before showing irreplaceable value, mentioning them now seemed foolish.

"I want the position of head of operations at Low Entropy Workshop."

She looked at Jiang Lin, keeping her voice as steady as possible to prevent the ripples in her heart from leaking out.

"I know that with my current qualifications, I am not yet qualified to be the true grand steward of your company in the future. But I can act as the small steward at the current stage first, doing trivial matters one by one that you shouldn't spend time handling."

"The company's entity establishment, initial personnel recruitment, official email setup, venue modification, supplier screening, contract circulation approval, external legal interface docking, basic financial account setup, and core document archiving—these zero-to-one dirty and tiring jobs, I will pull them up for you first."

"If a month later, you feel that my vision and ability cannot keep up with the development speed of Low Entropy Workshop, you can change people at any time, and I will hand over immediately."

She paused for a moment, a tenacity revealing in her tone.

"But in the next month, I will spare no effort and not give you a reason to replace me."

"Alright, then let's try it first." Jiang Lin nodded.

At the moment she received the affirmative reply, Liang Zhixia did not heave a sigh of relief.

On the contrary, her nerves tightened even more.

Because she realized with extreme clarity that from this moment on, what she got was merely a temporary ticket that could expire at any time.

Whether she could stay on the boat depended on how much value she could output next.

After Liang Zhixia came out of the conference room, she did not choose to go home and rest immediately.

She walked to a coffee shop named Matter Wave inside Jiangcheng University, ordered an iced Americano, and sat down in a secluded corner.

Taking out her phone and opening the contacts, her gaze quickly swept across hundreds of names.

While browsing, her mind quickly evaluated each person's personality, stress resistance, and compliance.

After thinking for a while, she dialed a number named Chen Zhi.

When the call was connected, the monotonous click-clack working sound of a printer came from the background on the other side.

"Zhizhi, I just joined a new company and there is a project, are you coming?"

Chen Zhi paused obviously on the other side, seemingly checking if there were leaders around.

"Sister Xia, what nature of project is it?"

"I can only say it is a project of Low Entropy Workshop right now."

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent for two seconds, leaving only heavy breathing sounds.

"Jiang Lin's Low Entropy Workshop?"

"Mhm."

"Jiang's Brick Jiang Lin?"

"Mhm."

This time, Chen Zhi's reaction completely went beyond conventional logic.

She did not ask about the salary increase, the proportion of five insurances and one housing fund contribution, how far the office location was from the subway station, nor how long the probation period was.

She only asked extremely fast: "Where is the interview, and when?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Liang Zhixia's mouth.

"Zhizhi, you are someone personally scouted by me, Liang Zhixia, so the preliminary interview is skipped directly. However, there is one thing I must brief you on in advance: this project is currently still in a purely zero-to-start stage, with no mature SOP in the beginning, and might not even have a decent desk. It will be very chaotic and very tiring."

"Sister Xia, do you take me for a flower in a greenhouse? It's not like I haven't followed you to do those rotten projects rewriting BPs overnight. Rest assured, no matter how chaotic it is, I can hold it."

Chen Zhi's voice was deliberately lowered a bit, but the irrepressible excitement almost overflowed from the earpiece.

"Sister Xia, this is Jiang Lin's company!"

Liang Zhixia did not refute this cult-of-personality emotion; in a startup team, a certain degree of blind trust was a potent adhesive.

She hung up the phone and immediately dialed another former subordinate named Qiu Yue.

Qiu Yue's answering speed was even faster. After hearing Liang Zhixia's brief description, her first reaction was not calm thinking, but directly screaming on the phone.

"Sister Liang, say it again, who is it?"

"With so many people named Jiang Lin in all of China, which Jiang Lin is it?"

"How many Jiang Lins do you think are still worth me calling you specially now?"

The sound of a chair being violently pushed open came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by a flurry of scrambling movements.

"I'll go, I'll go, I can go check in and start working immediately right now, my computer is already packed in my bag."

"Calm down." Liang Zhixia frowned and moved the phone a bit further away, "I asked you to come, not for you to chase stars. You are responsible for recruitment backend maintenance and preliminary screening of massive emails. The work is extremely tedious and cannot afford a single mistake."

"I understand, I understand so well, isn't it just a human filter?"

Qiu Yue agreed very quickly.

After a few seconds, she asked in a low voice: "Sister Liang, um, can I call my mom first to report?"

Liang Zhixia was stunned: "There's not even a shadow of a plan yet, why call?"

"Brag a little!"

Liang Zhixia fell silent for two seconds, and her tone became severe.

"No posting on Moments, don't talk about undecided matters outside, keep your mouth shut before signing the confidentiality agreement."

"I definitely won't post on Moments, I'll just tell my mom that I'm going to interview for a new project." Qiu Yue couldn't help giggling on the other end of the phone, "My mom nags me every day that what I do in the incubator is hopeless odd jobs. This time I must tell her uprightly that I'm going to do odd jobs at the great mathematician Jiang Lin's company. Can the gold content of these odd jobs be the same?"

When Liang Zhixia hung up the phone, she couldn't help smiling and shaking her head.

She naturally knew in her heart that the current experience and perspective of these two young girls were still far from being able to catch the huge winds and waves that Low Entropy Workshop might face in the future.

Chen Zhi had only graduated from college for two years, lacking macro-operating experience, but excelled in being extremely cautious and meticulous in her work, with reports and contracts passing through her hands never making mistakes.

Qiu Yue was even younger and even a bit rash, but energetic, extremely stress-resistant, and not afraid to face massive amounts of boring data.

They might not be the most core backbone of Low Entropy Workshop in the future, but during the barbaric period of the company's inception, not every person sitting at a workstation needed to be a genius who changed the world.

What it needed most right now was someone who could honestly and neatly paste messy receipts flat, accurately categorize thousands of resumes by keywords, coldly keep out collaboration emails that tried to fish in troubled waters, strictly number every technical document, and organize the chaos brought by the Real World into spreadsheets one by one.

The first thing Liang Zhixia did upon taking office was to use Physics means to forcibly pull Low Entropy Workshop out of the boiling reality noise of the Internet.

The office location was not chosen in those expensive Class-A office buildings with shining glass curtain walls near Jiangda University, but rather settled in an old industrial park around Jiangda University that was about to be demolished.

The second floor of an old factory building.

The place naturally was not pretty.

The concrete floor was rough and uneven, and walking fast would still kick up dust.

The old-style steel-framed windows had extremely poor sealing, making it cold in winter and hot in summer.

This was unacceptable for many entrepreneurs who pursued decency and sentiment, but Jiang Lin came to see it in person and made a final decision to sign the contract ten minutes later.

He only valued one point here: engineering freedom.

The second floor was used for office work, assembly, log playback, and small-scale foot-end testing.

The first floor or the back courtyard of the factory served as the heavy-load test area.

Several trucks of gravel could be hauled in to cover half the floor.

Various non-standard temporary slopes and obstacles could be set up at will.

Electric saws could be pulled out at two in the morning to modify parts without worrying about the property management coming to the door.

With the assistance of Liang Zhixia, the corporate structure of Low Entropy Workshop took shape rapidly.

Chen Zhi took over administration, archive establishment, electronic component procurement, and document archiving.

Qiu Yue controlled the backends of major recruitment platforms and the initial screening of public emails, and established a huge candidate tracking spreadsheet.

Liang Zhixia herself undertook the heaviest work.

Unifying external communications, docking with Lin Guanlan's legal team, extracting important emails to generate summaries, and intercepting all external chores that Jiang Lin should not waste time dealing with personally.

With the formal establishment of the company and a legal external entity, a large number of requests disguised as cooperation poured into the newly announced email inbox like a breached tide.

Someone claimed to have eyes and hands reaching the sky in Beijing's capital circles and knew a certain top investor; as long as 30% of the shares were given up, they could help Low Entropy Workshop be packaged and listed immediately, with its valuation taking off on the spot.

Someone sent a few AI-generated sketches, asking whether the chassis of G-01 could be changed into a pet companion robot, preferably with a fluffy and cute exterior design, adding a large voice model, which could immediately launch a million-level crowdfunding on foreign platforms.

Someone sent a flashy five-page PPT, claiming to have mature supply chain channels for low-cost mass production, packaging Low Entropy Workshop as a domestic alternative version of Boston Dynamics, focusing on the sinking market.

Some people tore off their camouflage, coming even more directly and bluntly.

"President Jiang, let's not speak in riddles. We don't understand the core algorithm of your robot, but we have ready-made factories. Can you directly authorize the hardware to us for OEM production? We are responsible for nationwide distribution and sales, and you are only responsible for providing the technology. We split the profits fifty-fifty, isn't making money while lying down wonderful?"

Then came recruitment.

In the first hour after the recruitment notice was sent out through Jiangda University channels and a few specific geek forums, the first ones awakened by this depth charge were not the media rushing at the news, but the robot-related circles of several top universities across the country.

In Beijing, inside an experimental building of Beihang University that was still brightly lit at night.

Chen Yan sat in front of the computer, his eyes fixed tightly on the screen for a full half minute.

Low Entropy Workshop.

Jiang Lin.

G-01.

Early engineering support personnel.

The job responsibilities did not write those high-end and sophisticated algorithm architecture designs, large model end-side deployments, or machine vision integration.

What it wrote was: prototype assembly, extreme working condition test execution, massive sensor data collection, high-risk failure reproduction, bottom-layer log organization.

Connected together, these words did not look like a recruitment advertisement for a popular tech company at all, but rather like a summon issued from some underground engineering site.

The classmate at the neighboring workstation leaned over with a bowl of instant noodles to take a look, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Holy shit, Low Entropy Workshop, the company opened by Jiang Lin is starting to recruit people?"

"Mm." Chen Yan didn't even turn his head.

"True or false, are the requirements high? Fuck, why does this job description look like recruiting assembly line workers?"

Chen Yan did not answer his classmate's banter, directly pulled open the drawer at hand, rummaged through it for a while, and found an old mobile hard drive with a severely worn shell.

Plugging it into the computer, the hard drive emitted a slight reading sound.

He clicked open a folder in the root directory.

[Quadruped Platform Control Failure Log_2020-2022_Complete Edition]

That was something he spent countless all-nighters on during his three years as an undergraduate, but also something he was most reluctant to let any outsiders see.

The wreckage of his proud engineering dream shattered by the laws of real Physics.

Overheating and burnout caused by long-term motor stalling.

Irregular slipping of the foot end on smooth marble floors.

Integration drift generated by the six-axis IMU after continuous vibration.

Inexplicable reboot of the main control board under electromagnetic interference.

Gear cracking and abnormal noise of precision reducers after bearing impact loads.

The expensive communication wire harness was forcibly worn through its insulation layer by the leg link during reciprocating motion, resulting in a short circuit.

And the most serious accident.

The platform suddenly lost control at the edge of a half-meter-high test bench due to a timeout in gait resolution, and the metal body weighing thirty kilograms slammed down fiercely, almost breaking the advisor's ankle.

In the past, when submitting resumes to those big tech companies, he never put these in.

In secular job-hunting logic, a resume was a beautifully crafted wrapping paper.

It should be filled with award photos of various national-level competitions, SolidWorks model renderings with gorgeous light and shadow, those whitewashed successful project results, and the part of oneself that looked most like a genius.

No one would want to look at a pile of junk.

But in the recruitment notice of Low Entropy Workshop, in the bonus items column, a line of words was clearly written in bold font.

[Candidates are requested to submit as much as possible the real failure records, serious failure logs, destructive test reports, or accident review summaries from previously participated projects.]

"They don't want halos; they want failure records." Chen Yan laughed.

The classmate's hand holding the instant noodles stopped in mid-air, stunned for a moment: "What kind of ghost requirement is that, do you have this stuff?"

"Yes, fifty-seven pages, pure dry goods."

Chen Yan did not talk nonsense, directly packing and compressing the entire folder.

The moment he dragged the zip package into the email attachment and clicked send, his heartbeat was extremely fast.

It was not because he was blindly confident that he would definitely be chosen by Jiang Lin.

But because this was the first time in his twenty-two years of life that a company uprightly told him in a recruitment notice.

Those broken machines, burned circuit boards, out-of-control algorithms, and late-night frustrations that made you feel humiliated were not worthless; they were the most hardcore resume supporting you towards the Real World.

That same afternoon, thousands of miles away in Wuhan.

In the exclusive training room of the robot team on the first floor of the School of Mechanical Science and Engineering, Huazhong University of Science and Technology, several people were crowded in front of an external monitor.

Pausing on the screen was also the recruitment page of Low Entropy Workshop.

Their team had just brought back the first-prize trophy of the National Robot Competition from Beijing last week.

What the team lacked least originally were trophies piled on shelves, glittering certificates, promotional photos wearing neat team uniforms, and that exquisite defense PPT that had been revised more than twenty editions.

But after Xu Man carefully read through the recruitment requirements, her first reaction was to push away her chair and turn to look at the darkest corner of the training room.

There were no spotlights there, only old, discarded cardboard boxes one by one.

The cardboard boxes were piled with rows of scrapped wreckage.

Carbon fiber connecting plates that broke due to stress overload.

Aluminum alloy wheel hubs worn out from crashing into walls due to algorithmic errors.

Electronic speed controllers with PCB boards burned to a crisp.

Special aluminum alloy brackets bent by irreversible impacts.

And an old mechanical leg that they jokingly called "Martyr Number One" because the harmonic reducer exploded, signed with the names of the entire team.

A team member responsible for vision algorithms swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked: "Captain, should we submit?"

The boy in charge of hardware immediately answered, his tone excited: "This is Jiang Lin, who created a monster like Jiangs Brick. In front of his non-periodic mobile platform, if we still don't submit, do we want to wait for him to send an invitation letter?"

Everyone in the training room had a ledger in their hearts.

With their current achievements, they definitely counted as the first tier in the robot circles of universities nationwide.

First prize in competition, key school-supported projects, and recommendation letters from doctoral supervisors.

Even if these things were directly taken to apply to big tech companies' large model robot laboratories, they would be enough to write at the very top of the resume as a stepping stone.

But facing the eccentric recruitment notice of Low Entropy Workshop, these proud sons of heaven felt inexplicably guilty for the first time.

Because the other party seemed not to care at all about the most glamorous gilded shell on them.

Xu Man bit her lower lip, pondered for a moment, and unhesitatingly deleted more than half of the dozen or so highlighted award photos prepared in advance from the attachments.

Then she picked up her phone, walked to the corner, turned on the light, and took an extremely clear high-definition photo of the trash can filled with scrapped parts.

At the end of the email body, she typed a line of words.

[Mr. Jiang, we are not sure whether our existing technical level is qualified to touch the core code of G-01. But everyone in our team shares a consensus: a machine truly begins to generate engineering value often after it smashes to pieces in the physical world for the first time.]

Before the mouse moved to the send button, the boy in charge of hardware couldn't help asking: "Captain, sending only a pile of scrap metal, won't it make our level look too poor?"

"Let's see."

The email was sent successfully.

Several people did not cheer and disperse like they usually did after submitting competition plans.

Instead, they sat quietly in the training room, listening to the monotonous buzzing sound emitted by the industrial-grade 3D printer next to them, and no one spoke.

Because everyone felt that it was like submitting a resume to a commercial company, and also like submitting a clumsy yet pious application to enter a mountain hidden in the clouds and mist whose full picture had not yet been seen.

The recruitment email really faced a crash-level traffic impact in the third hour after the recruitment notice was sent out.

Liang Zhixia originally thought that due to the special nature and coolie attributes of the position, the resumes submitted would mainly be those undergraduates who wanted to take the opportunity to ride the hype and watch the excitement.

However, the reality presented by the background data was much more hardcore and crazy than she expected.

The first to precisely pour in were master's graduate students from Jiangcheng University School of Mechanical Engineering and School of Automation.

They stated that they had analyzed the public video of G-01 frame by frame, and held great enthusiasm for the control direction of that mobile platform based on unknown unstructured terrain, hoping to secure an internship opportunity even without a salary.

Soon after, the radiation circle began to expand rapidly outward in geometric progression.

A doctoral student in the direction of control theory and control engineering at Zhejiang University put two motion planning papers published in top conferences as the first author in the email attachment.

But in the first paragraph of the body text, he put his posture very low.

[If the core algorithm of Low Entropy Workshop at the current stage is not open to the public, and only peripheral test execution and log organization are needed, I can completely accept starting from the most basic engineering assistant positions such as tightening screws and moving test equipment.]

A master's student from Harbin Institute of Technology who participated in a national-level spacecraft rover project detailed a painful lesson in his self-recommendation letter.

An inspection chassis he was responsible for mysteriously failed three consecutive times in a low-temperature warehouse at minus forty degrees Celsius.

The team checked the control algorithms and driving code for half a month, and finally he discovered through disassembling the physical structure that the reason was not a profound algorithm at all, but simply an inconspicuous communication wire harness that became brittle at low temperatures, and after repeated bending of the leg, an extremely hard-to-detect intermittent poor contact appeared.

What shocked Qiu Yue the most was a Chinese international student from the Department of Engineering at Cambridge.

His email was extremely short, omitting even self-introduction, with only one sentence.

[Mr. Jiang, if Low Entropy Workshop currently accepts remote engineering toolchain collaboration and code review, I am willing to start from the most basic assistant work. My Github homepage link is as follows...]

Qiu Yue could initially carry out initial screening according to that ordinary internet recruitment logic in the incubator.

Look at whether the first academic degree is 985/211, look at whether there is big-tech internship experience, look at whether there are core journal papers, and look at high-value competition awards.

But as she screened further, her hand holding the mouse became slower and slower, and even trembled somewhat.

Because in these coming resumes, too many names that were dazzling and weighty enough in their professional fields appeared.

These resumes wearing the halo of prestigious schools and holding hardcore projects were so pretty that they didn't look at all like they were for a startup registered less than a week ago, with an office address on the second floor of an old factory building in the urban-rural fringe, without even a decent front desk and company nameplate.

This felt more like a pilgrimage of technical fanatics.