Chapter 992 We attacked!

For Chang Haonan, this symposium held by the Navy Equipment Department was actually an unexpected episode.

Fortunately, according to the 2002 work plan proposed at the end of last year, the QC300 project should have been launched this year, so it will not disrupt too many arrangements.

Yan Zhongcheng's abilities may not be top-notch, but he is experienced and reliable.

Overall, it is reassuring to entrust him with the project preparation work.

As for what he told the other party that he would be "busy in March", it was naturally the Conference on Numerical Algorithms and Computational Science.

In fact, before this, Chang Haonan had never thought about how much influence this matter would have.

He first came up with the idea of holding an academic conference, which was similar to the idea of Yuan Yaxiang and others who wanted to establish JCAS, that is, to hold an academic conference mainly focusing on China.

To put it in a broader sense, it can be regarded as breaking the Western monopoly on academic evaluation rights.

But a more realistic idea is to fight for your reputation even if you don't make any money.

By the way, through the form of conference, we can see if we can discover, or to put it bluntly, attract some researchers like Professor Harold Huang who have real talents but have been buried.

However, he still underestimated himself, or rather, underestimated the influence of the entire numerical computing industry in recent years.

After the conference was publicized, there was a huge response from the academic and business communities, so much so that the relevant departments did not even need to do any special statistics; they discovered based on intuition that there had been an abnormal surge in the number of people applying for Chinese visas.

Large-scale foreign-related activities require reporting and application, so it is not difficult to find out by comparing the visa application date with the reporting status...

It turns out that it was you who was causing trouble!

So, the next day after sending Yan Zhongcheng back to Shengjing, someone who surprised him a little came to his door.

Of course, we didn’t find the Torch Laboratory directly this time.

Instead, they met at the headquarters of Aviation Power Group as usual.

"Hello, Mr. Chang. I'm Zeng Jinsong, the person in charge of Beijing's external liaison department. You can just call me Old Zeng..."

As soon as the other party entered the door, he introduced himself in a very familiar manner and used the name to invisibly narrow the distance between the two of them.

It’s worthy of being from the external relations system.

"Uh... Director Zeng, what are you doing here this time?"

Although Chang Haonan had seen many big scenes, he still couldn't stand this kind of enthusiasm.

It was the first time the two met and they were not familiar with each other at all.

What's more, it is better to refer to people by their job titles when they are working.

"That's right, Mr. Chang."

Zeng Jinsong, who seemed to be getting a cold shoulder, showed no embarrassment at all, and followed Chang Haonan's lead and switched almost seamlessly to the topic of work:

"I received a notice from my superiors a few days ago saying that your organization will organize a numerical algorithm and computing science conference at the end of March involving a large number of foreign guests, so I came here to ask if you need our external relations department to assist in the organization and preparation?"

Hearing this answer, Chang Haonan was a little confused for a moment -

He had indeed thought about asking the relevant departments in Beijing to come forward and help coordinate some issues regarding the organization of the meeting.

Mainly providing food and accommodation for a large number of contestants and participants.

But later, with the help of sister units within the Science and Technology Commission system, the problem was properly resolved and was left unresolved.

As a result, I didn't take the initiative to bring it up, but now the other party is eager to help.

Is this the treatment for key regional enterprises?

Loved it.

However, if you think about it, it is normal.

The external relations system is not a diplomatic system and is a unit with somewhat awkward functions.

It doesn't matter if the staff below have some free time, but if the leader is thrown into this position, it is basically the same as sitting on the bench.

Now that we have finally got the chance to play a role, of course we have to be more proactive.

This may sound like a long process, but it only takes a second or two to go through it in your mind.

However, to Zeng Jinsong on the opposite side, this one or two seconds of hesitation seemed as if Chang Haonan had some concerns about this.

Therefore, before the latter could respond, he quickly added:

"Don't worry, Mr. Chang. We will only send grassroots management and clerks. I will be personally responsible for and in charge of all the docking work with the organizers. I guarantee that I will never interfere with your specific work."

Looking at this attitude, it’s almost as if the words “no talk, just work” are written on his face.

Chang Haonan suddenly felt guilty like a farmhand hired by a landlord.

But the guilt lasted only a moment.

No matter how idle the external relations department is, its experience in dealing with foreigners is richer than that of the Torch Group.

Chang Haonan had not taken the initiative to contact Beijing for help before because he felt it was unnecessary and troublesome, but now that the other party has taken the initiative, and it would be free work, there is no reason for him to refuse.

"Since Director Zeng has said this, it would be a bit inhumane for me to refuse..."

His answer almost made Zeng Jinsong on the other side lose his temper——

We took the initiative to contribute manpower and effort, but why do we feel like you are the ones who suffered a great loss...

Of course, I was just complaining in my heart.

It was the decision of the superiors in Beijing to let the External Liaison Office assist Torch Group in preparing for this conference.

If he can't help today, he will probably be criticized when he returns...

……

at the same time.

Across the ocean, California.

In a computer room at Stanford University.

The answering process of the three participating students has come to an end.

In fact, they had completed the testing of the engineering documents about 20 hours ago, and now they were just checking for omissions in the calculation instructions based on the calculation process.

"Lemmy, do you think... we need to show these results to Professor Jameson again?"

Hermia Moreno rubbed her temples, which were a little swollen from staying up late, and asked the captain Lyles Connor who was typing on the keyboard quickly next to her.

"Need not."

The latter answered almost without thinking:

"There are two questions in total. One of them is almost the same question we have done before, and the other one is almost entirely about the basic level of CFD. The software we use has algorithm advantages..."

"If so many favorable factors come together and we still need to ask Professor Jameson to help check the results to ensure that we pass the preliminary round, then I think there is not much point in participating in the final."

He stopped what he was doing, shrugged, and turned to look at Hermia beside him:

"I've finished this side."

"I've checked it, and I didn't find any problems with the previous part."

The third member, George Fudge, who had been silent until now, also raised his head from the computer screen.

The three of them looked at each other for a few seconds.

They both saw the fatigue that could not be concealed on each other's faces.

Although the questions were not difficult for them, the workload was still substantial.

The code that needs to be written and the text that needs to be edited will not automatically appear on the screen just because the problem is simple.

After a moment of silence, it was Captain Lyles who finally made the decision:

"Organize the project files and documentation, then package and upload them."

The competition only stipulates the latest upload deadline, but there is no restriction on "early submission of the paper".

In fact, in case of a tie, ranking will be done in the order of submission.

Therefore, if you are sure there is no problem, uploading the results as soon as possible is the right choice.

"Don't you want to check again?"

Hermia actually knew the truth, but the closer people get to this "last shudder", the more they tend to worry about gains and losses.

"No need."

Lyles shook his head and began to sort out the contents of the folder:

"It is almost impossible to eliminate all errors in a large document in a short period of time, especially since there are three of us who are the authors, and many places are easy to overlook."

"Also, the core of this competition is algorithms, not literature. As long as there are no mistakes, even if there are some spelling or format errors, it will not affect the final result."

He knows how to make decisions when necessary, which is why he can become the captain.

And Hermia didn't really want to submit, so she didn't continue to refute.

As for George, who was not talkative to begin with, he was now slumped in his chair, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

About half an hour later, Lyles finally entered the official website of the competition, selected the compressed package, and clicked Submit.

The moment he pressed the mouse, the three people in the computer room breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

It's like "the exam is over, no matter what the result is, I'm finally relieved."

Of course, they couldn't rest right away.

Even though it is compressed, the file size is still quite large.

So the upload speed is not very fast and it is easy to fail in the middle.

You have to make sure the upload is successful.

However, after they let go of the breath they had been holding, the three of them almost immediately felt sleepiness coming over them.

In order to cheer himself up, Lyles took the initiative to speak:

"I wonder what's going on with the group next door..."

He was referring to three guys who were from Santa Clara University but also received pre-game instruction from Professor Jameson.

"I ran into someone from their group when I was buying a sandwich yesterday."

Hermia pulled herself together:

"At that time, their progress was about 12 hours behind ours, and they were still dealing with the last part of the water flow model problem, but I think it should be done by now, and I will start writing the calculation instructions..."

"The efficiency is pretty good... After all, their school wasn't known for this in the past. It's like they only received a short-term intensive training course and have achieved this level."

Lyles gave it quite high praise.

"I think not only them, but all the groups using COMSOL software will benefit greatly this time."

At this time, George, who was sitting in the chair next to him, also spoke up:

“Even if you don’t fully understand many parts, there are presets in the software. You can just fill in the data and do it. Although the effect is definitely not the best, at least the calculation will not diverge and you can guarantee a result. This is better than many groups.”

"After all, COMSOL intends to use this opportunity to promote its software. Otherwise, they wouldn't have approached us specifically and said they would cover all expenses if we could participate in the finals..."

"You know what? Actually, I never realized that their software is so useful before. I can definitely give it a try when I do research in the future..."

"But we also have to consider that Torch will soon release a new version 2.0, so it's hard to say what it will look like then."

"Right……"

"..."

As the three people chatted, the progress bar of the file upload slowly reached the end.

A dialog box pops up on the screen:

There are only two sentences in it:

"Upload successful."

"Upload order: 77"

Seeing this result, Lyles' spirits were lifted again:

"Yes!"

He wanted to jump up to celebrate, but his legs were a little weak, so he could only wave his fists in his seat.

In this kind of competition, many contestants will give up and choose to hand in their papers early.