Chapter 500 Not only can we sell food, we can also sell cloth!
1960, 1961. It is said that people who listen to Gallic Roosters reading numbers feel a kind of beauty that makes people stupid.

Mr. Sena expressed strong admiration for Le Goff’s powerful and twisted understanding.

"Damn it, Le Goff, you make me feel like a fool."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Senna. Would you like to take a look at this list and its descriptions?" Le Goff appeared unusually tough and elegant.

"I don't think I'm praising you. Okay, give it to me." Senna finally did their traditional trick - he surrendered.

For some strange reason, Senna read the documents very slowly and carefully.

But Le Goff stood aside, very patiently, he didn't even shake his body, which made Senna feel a little bored, as if his sledgehammer hit cotton.

However, this is not without benefits. After calming down and reading the new export list, Senna felt that if he hesitated for even a second about the software called "email system", it would be disrespectful to Oriental people.

This stuff is so good!

"Le Goff, why didn't you show me this earlier?"

"Mr. Senna, I wanted to show it to you 'a year' ago, but you refused." Le Goff emphasized the word "a year"
"Then you should insist! This is the meaning of your existence, to correct my negligence, right?" Senna looked at Le Goff and spread his hands.

Le Goff still kept smiling: "I see, Mr. Senna, I think it's not too late now."

"All imported. Please confirm the exact quantity. I think this 'email system' will help us improve our administrative efficiency."

"On the contrary, I think it will make people more accustomed to handling things by email, because they only need to confirm that it has been sent and their responsibility has been fulfilled." Le Goff remains pessimistic about this.

However, this time, he didn't bring all bad news to Senna.

"Mr. Senna, the Orientals have offered to buy a material from us, and I think it will make you feel better."

"Oh my God, has God finally blessed me? Tell me, what do they want?"

"Nonwoven fabric, a slightly special kind of textile."

This was a request made by comrades who were engaged in self-heating food and hot packs after research. Gao Zhendong thought about it and felt that this thing did not seem worth specializing in for the time being, so he decided to import some. He asked the comrades in the technical department to write a report, which he signed and sent to the Ministry of Foreign Trade.

Comrades are not without a backup plan. A traditional paper called "parchment" can actually be downgraded to the level of replacing non-woven fabrics after multiple sheets are stacked together, but non-woven fabrics are still the best choice.

"Food! Cloth! These are all we can export? This world is so strange to these Orientals that it scares me. Raise the price! Raise the price sharply!"

Le Goff twisted his mouth and said, "I'm afraid it's difficult. The Orientals are very familiar with the market, and they are not very willing to import. At the same time, they also warned us indirectly that if we don't have it here, they don't mind asking John Bull across the strait for help."

Senna scoffed: "They are deceiving you, Le Goff. They have no access to John Bull."

Le Goff reminded: "Mr. Senna, have you forgotten the existence of Hong Kong Island?"

"Damn, I forgot. Which genius left Hong Kong Island there and didn't take it back for the time being? With their ability, they could launch an attack in the morning and have dinner in John Bull's military camp in the afternoon." Senna complained madly.

They were well aware of the fighting power of that country. John Bull had no power to fight back on the bordering land, but the Orientals insisted on staying in that place.

"They are very smart and have a long-term vision, right?"

"Okay, then add a little bit, you must add a little bit! Don't persuade me anymore, if you go completely to the normal price, I would rather not sell it, not sell it!"

"As you wish, Mr. Senna." Le Goff took the documents and left Senna's office.

On the other side of the Atlantic, at an Ivy League school in Washington, a professor of DoubleE was looking at a document brought by someone from the Langley Center.

It is our export license list for Gallic chickens, and some related documents.

The professor looked at them and sneered, "If I remember correctly, you shouldn't come to me. You can ask them directly. It's easier and more direct than asking me, and the answer won't be biased, right?"

The person at the Langley Center thought for a moment before speaking: "Mr. Professor, you are not entirely right. We can do it with John Bull, but we can't do it with Gallic Rooster. That's why I came to seek your help." Perhaps surprised by the Langley Center employee's straightforwardness, the professor shut up and concentrated on reading the documents.

After reading a few lines, his expression suddenly changed. After reading a few more lines, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Sir, my suggestion is that we should import some of it as well."

This sudden change surprised the people at the Langley Center, but he still answered the professor's question with a clear mind: "This is impossible. There is no channel between us, and there will never be any channel."

For the Citigroup guys, this is impossible.

The professor cursed, turned around and took down a few books from his bookshelf.

"This is a standard on the latest computer language, which comes from the Eastern world. This is a matching teaching book and exercises, which also come from the Eastern world. We are all learning. Sir, I will not comment on the camp, but if you want to listen to my advice on computer technology, this is my advice."

Perhaps to make his words sound more credible, he pointed to a stack of papers at hand and said, "As a reviewer of IEC standards, I have received review arrangements for two standards from Oriental people. One is from this latest language, and the other is from a systematic guide to software engineering documentation. These are things we don't have yet. Sir, don't underestimate them."

The employee of the Langley Center did not expect the professor to be so persistent. He thought for a moment and asked, "Professor, I don't think we have the right to decide whether to import this thing from the Eastern country. We don't need to continue this topic, but you can at least clear up my confusion as to why you suggest that we must obtain this software."

The professor shook his head. "No, it's not just about getting the software, but getting the computer and the software. We don't have a computer that can run this software right now, so we have to get it in the form of a kit. Otherwise, it's meaningless, and we can't even decompile and copy it. As for the benefits of this software, I'll tell you next."

For the next 30 minutes, the two Langley employees heard a detailed lecture on "operating systems" and "email" and what they meant.

For this Ivy League professor, these two large-scale system software, one allowed him to see the future of computer applications, and the other allowed him to see the prototype of information flow.

The advanced ideas and mature systems embodied in these two software are beyond their reach now. Or to put it another way, it is not that it is beyond their reach, but that they have not even thought of it yet.

As a top technology practitioner, he couldn't help but be moved by all this.

Although it was long and somewhat obscure, the people at the Langley Center were not stupid, and at least, they could understand the meaning.

After listening to the professor's explanation, they realized the importance of the matter and perhaps they had to do something.

But they knew that direct import was completely impossible, and perhaps they could only rely on the Langley Center's old business.

"Mr. Professor, thank you very much for spending an afternoon with us. I think I know how to handle this matter. We will communicate everything you said to the necessary parties involved."

As the Langley Center employee said goodbye and left, Professor turned his attention back to the review work assigned to him by the IEC.

Although he is a technical expert, as a professor at a top university in the United States, he is no stranger to the affairs of the camp. He is pessimistic or even desperate about getting these things through normal channels. As for abnormal channels, they are too uncontrollable.

As a professor of DoubleE, he knew very well that the operating system might be difficult to determine, but the email system must have a set of protocols.

Judging from the attitudes of Oriental people towards C language and software engineering documentation, perhaps Oriental people are open-minded at least in terms of email.

Perhaps the work on these two standards entering the IEC needs to be accelerated. If the news comes out earlier, then the Orientals can release more things in their hands earlier?
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In mid-to-late January, the Bureau of Standards and Regulations received good news and notified Gao Zhendong.

The two standards we reported to IEC, "Programming Language C" and "Guidelines for Software Development Documentation", have finally received preliminary recognition from IEC. Now we need relevant domestic personnel to cooperate with IEC's work to formalize them into a document.

Gao Zhendong didn’t know what the original work process of IEC was like in the 60s, but this was the situation he received.

Gao Zhendong was very happy about this. It pushed our work on international standards forward by several decades, and we really need to make our own voice heard in technology.

In order to meet the requirements of IEC, the Bureau of Standards and Regulations very obscurely asked the Defense Industry Committee about the possibility of Gao Zhendong going abroad to participate in the project.

If the original answer was published in an online article in the future, it would probably not pass the review.

To save you the trouble, the gist is: “Dream on!”.

However, in the original text, a lot of slightly strong modal particles and adjectives were added before and after these two words.

(End of this chapter)