The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

Chapter 109: System Architecture Using Parallel and Pipeline Technology? Reader Letters and Rewards
November 7, 1978, Beijing Railway Station.

This time, the people who came to pick up Wang Duoyu were the security staff of the Institute of Computing Technology, and the old lady Xia Peisu also came.

"Professor Xia, why did you come here in person?"

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Old Lady Xia, Wang Duoyu felt unusually shy because the other party praised him as a genius who was unparalleled in the world.

Ashamed!

After chatting for a while, they got in the car and headed straight to the guesthouse near the Institute of Computing Technology. They started chatting in the car halfway.

Fan Rongqing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked straight ahead, but his heart was full of admiration and worship.

Fan Rongqing couldn't understand what Wang Duoyu and Xia Peisu were talking about at all, it was too profound.

Fan Rongqing didn't know how powerful the Institute of Computing Technology was, but judging by its level of confidentiality, it was definitely a very powerful unit.

Fan Rongqing was originally the acting company commander of the army. He was considered very capable and knowledgeable.

But he still didn't understand places like the capital.

In the back seat of the car, Wang Duoyu and Xia Peisu were chatting when they took out paper and pen and started calculating.

Although Wang Duoyu's mental arithmetic ability is not weak, when it comes to specific reasoning and argumentation, he has to write it down.

They soon arrived at the destination, and Wang Duoyu had to stop and wait until everything was settled.

The next day, Wang Duoyu entered the office of the Institute of Computing Technology, while Fan Rongqing was sitting at the security department at the door.

After some casual chatting, Fan Rongqing realized that the Institute of Computing Technology was so awesome.

Many very powerful computers come from the Institute of Computing Technology. It is said that the atomic bombs, hydrogen bombs and other things in the past were all powered by those computers.

If it was something else, Fan Rongqing might not understand it, but when it came to things like atomic bombs and hydrogen bombs, he was not confused.

Fan Rongqing wanted to listen to everything as long as it didn't involve confidential information.

The security department doesn’t know the secrets. They don’t even know the computer model, let alone other things.

As for the project that Wang Duoyu and Xia Peisu were working on, Fan Rongqing pretended not to hear anything. Anyway, with his status, he would never sell out such information.

In the office, Xia Peisu was introducing the main body of the high-speed array processor project to Wang Duoyu.

"I've already applied for this project. The total funding is 500,000 RMB. According to my estimate, we should be able to complete it within a year."

"The entire project is primarily divided into software and hardware. The other hardware components aren't important; the most critical components are the central processing unit and memory."

"I've already applied for a large computer mainframe to serve as a test machine for our project. It will be readily available whenever testing is needed."

"The project has just started, and we are still recruiting project team members. I have chosen you, along with seven other members from the Institute of Computing Technology. Another eight members will be assembled within the next three days."

Wang Duoyu listened to Professor Xia Peisu's statement without saying a word.

He wasn't particularly interested in these details. What he wanted to know most was whether the array processor system architecture should adopt parallel technology or pipeline technology, or both simultaneously.

However, he was soon confused by what Old Lady Xia said, because she asked him if five assistants were enough for him?

In their previous correspondence, Old Lady Xia had mentioned that he should be responsible for setting up some of the detailed technologies. After all, he was in Ice City and was the most suitable person to complete the theoretical construction.

"Professor Xia, I don't need an assistant." Wang Duoyu shook his head, rejected the other party's proposal, and then said:

"Although I will stay in Ice City from now on, I can come to the capital if necessary."

Upon hearing this, Xia Peisu asked, "What if the correspondence is lost? After the project is established, all technical information related to the project must be kept strictly confidential. We definitely can't continue to manage it in the same rough and tumble manner as before."

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu fell silent.

He couldn't possibly ask Fan Rongqing to help deliver the letter, could he?

So at this time, we really need someone to help deliver the letters.

"Then Professor Xia, please help arrange two assistants. However, I really don't need their help, so two assistants who are trustworthy will be enough."

After a pause, Wang Duoyu continued:

"Professor Xia, can our current project funding support the adoption of parallel and pipeline technologies in our system architecture?"

Xia Peisu smiled when he heard this:
"What's the rush? Don't you want to hear about your project subsidy?"

"Oh, then you say, Professor."

"The project subsidy I applied for you is fifty yuan per month. How is it? Does it meet your expectations?"

Hearing this, Wang Duoyu blinked and thought to himself that it was quite a lot.

Don’t think that fifty dollars a month is not a lot, in fact it is really not a small amount.

You have to know that Xia Peisu and others only get salaries from the Institute of Computing Technology. In this project, the subsidies are not much, only about ten yuan.

Even for graduate students at the Institute of Computing Technology, the maximum subsidy is about five yuan per month, which is really not much.

Even so, there are still many people who want to join this project.

The reason why Professor Dai Wenyue from the Department of Physics at Harbin Institute of Technology was willing to give Wang Duoyu a monthly subsidy of 60 yuan was because the project desperately needed the latter's powerful computing power.

In addition, you can’t use the computers at Harbin Institute of Technology whenever you want. There are many projects waiting in line for their use.

Besides, computers are not omnipotent. On the contrary, the mathematical models and other tools that Wang Duoyu came up with are indeed very useful. Now the project can be said to be progressing by leaps and bounds, and it is not far from completion.

According to the subsidies for this project, Wang Duoyu can now receive a monthly salary of RMB 196. Of course, if the royalties are taken into account, it will be even more.

His current royalties only come from the novel "Spring Breeze in Snow City Volume 2", so the royalties are not fixed, but very stable.

Compared with the three yuan per thousand words for the first volume, the second volume's fee is five yuan per thousand words, which is a significant increase.

The first volume of Dawn has a total of over 160,000 words, and the total manuscript fee is 480 yuan, while the second volume of Spring Equinox has 173,000 words, so the total manuscript fee is 865 yuan.

As for the third volume, we’ll decide whether to continue writing it later.

Based on his current income, Wang Duoyu now has a total of 2,800 yuan in his passbook. If nothing goes wrong, he will definitely be able to save 3,000 yuan before the New Year.

"Well, it's very good." Wang Duoyu nodded. Just be content with what you have and don't ask for too much.

"Okay, that's it for this morning. We'll continue the meeting after lunch."

The project has just been established and there are many things to do. Fortunately, Wang Duoyu does not need to deal with these things, otherwise, he will definitely be overwhelmed.

In the next few days, Wang Duoyu stayed between the Institute of Computing Technology of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and a nearby guesthouse. The life of going back and forth between these two points was indeed quite boring.

It was not until November 11th that Wang Duoyu finally had a day off.

In Xidan, on the busy streets, Wang Duoyu and Zhu Ling were strolling around and chatting about recent events.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"Saturday?"

"No, today is the 137th day since we met."

"Boring!" Although she said she was bored, the corners of Zhu Ling's mouth were slightly raised, which showed that she was obviously very happy.

"Want to play a brain teaser?"

"Are you sure you want to play this with me?"

"Sure, don't think you're awesome just because you're a college student. I'm well prepared this time."

Since Zhu Ling took the initiative to provoke a war, Wang Duoyu would definitely not miss such an opportunity.

But it was obvious that all the questions asked by Zhu Ling were answered by Wang Duoyu.

However, when it was the latter's turn to ask questions, Zhu Ling was quickly dumbfounded.

"If an egg runs to Shandong, what will it become?"

“Isn’t it still an egg?”

"No, keep guessing."

"Give me some hints!"

"I can't give you a clue. I'm afraid you'll guess it right away if I give you a hint, and that would be pointless."

Two boring people were walking down the street and chatting about these boring topics, but in fact, this was a small trick to bring them closer together, and it was very practical.

However, Zhu Ling did not guess it correctly. Even though Wang Duoyu finally gave her a hint: a breakfast we had this morning, she still did not guess it.

"Braised eggs, the answer is braised eggs!"

"Oh, you mean the Lu in Qiluyu? Oh my god, how can I guess that?"

"That's why I told you not to play brain teasers. You're such a novice and yet you love to play."

"Who are you calling dish?"

In the afternoon, Wang Duoyu took some time to go to No. 97 West Street in front. As soon as he arrived at the door, Fu Jixiang recognized him immediately.

"Hey, isn't this the great writer Wang? Long time no see. Why are you here so suddenly? I didn't hear any news. Come in and sit for a while. It's cold outside."

Fu Jixiang warmly welcomed Wang Duoyu in. The small lobby at the door was quite warm because there was a stove burning in the middle, and the fire was particularly strong.

Fan Rongqing also came along, or to be more precise, he drove along, because Wang Duoyu had to deal with some letters from readers.

After chatting for a while, Wang Duoyu went into the editorial office and met old lady Zhou Yanru.

When the old lady saw him, she was very surprised and enthusiastic, and hurried to serve tea and water. He hurriedly took the kettle and poured water himself, not daring to bother her.

Respecting the elderly is a traditional virtue of our Chinese nation. The old lady was really good to him.

The manuscript fee is five yuan per thousand words, so I gave it to him right away.

You have to know that it is a novel, not an excellent article.

"Why did you come to the capital so suddenly? You didn't even tell me you were coming. I should have sent someone to pick you up."

"I have to come here on a business trip because I need to participate in a project at the Institute of Computing Technology."

Wang Duoyu spoke the truth and did not show any high emotional intelligence when saying that he came mainly to see the other party. He would not use such words to fool and please the old lady.

Zhou Yanru is not an old rural lady who can be easily fooled.

The old lady didn't ask too many details. After all, the three words "Chinese Academy of Sciences" were very important. Since confidentiality was involved, she certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to continue asking.

"Since you are here, it's a good opportunity to take your letters with you."

After chatting for a while, Zhou Yanru brought the key and asked him to take all the letters from readers away.

Following the old lady, we came to the so-called storage room, which was actually the back house of the courtyard. This kind of house had no windows, so it was dark and damp all year round. Of course, this was only relative to the climate in Beijing.

After pushing the door open and following the direction of the old lady's finger, Wang Duoyu's eyes widened instantly and he exclaimed:

"Editor Zhou, please don't tell me these are letters written to me?"

Wang Duoyu could hardly believe his eyes, because in the small house of about ten square meters in front of him, there were six sacks, and there was a large pile on the table in the corner.

It’s really hard to count how many letters there are.

"Yes, they are all letters written to you, take them all away quickly."

Old Mrs. Zhou was quite annoyed by this matter. After saying that, she put her hands behind her back and went back to her office.

Seeing this, Wang Duoyu had no choice but to call Fan Rongqing for help. As a result, Fu Jixiang and others also came to help, and together they put all the letters in the car.

In the guesthouse near the Institute of Computing Technology, Wang Duoyu looked at the piles of letters in the room and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Fan Rongqing felt overwhelmed when he saw the words. After helping to move the letter into the room, he slipped away.

So Wang Duoyu was the only one left in the room.

"Forget it, let me see what these readers wrote to me first."

He didn't ask Zhu Ling to come and help him open the letter, not because he didn't trust her, but because the letter was very private and it was indeed not appropriate for her to read it.

He opened two letters. They were not from fans, but articles written by people asking him to help review them.

why?
Because these two readers said that the "Snow City" written by Prince Yu was just average and not as good as theirs.

"If you have the ability, just submit your work to the magazine yourself. Why write for me?"

After taking a look, Wang Duoyu threw the two letters aside.

This kind of 'garbage' is a waste of his time.

But when he opened the third letter, he found it was a reward from a reader, a total of five dollars and five kilograms of food coupons.

Wang Duoyu was immediately surprised. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing. It was really magical.

Putting the five dollars and food coupons aside, Wang Duoyu began to read the letter carefully, and then he realized that the reader had misunderstood him.

Readers thought that Wang Duoyu was one of the down-and-out educated youths in "Dawn in Snow City Volume 1" who were freezing to death in the winter and had no food to eat, so they took the initiative to send him money.

Wang Duoyu, feeling both amused and helpless, had no choice but to take out a pen and paper and start writing back to the reader. However, he just wrote two words and then stopped.

His eyes fell on the six sacks, and he couldn't help but frown and think about a question: Among so many letters, there should be quite a few rewards from readers, right?

So, does he have to reply to all these letters from readers?

If he really did that, then he wouldn't have time to do anything else, and the next ten days or half a month would be spent replying to these readers' letters.

So, he couldn't just act recklessly, he had to think of a way.

The simplest way is to issue a notice through "Beijing Literature and Art".

Well, let’s do it!
But, how many readers have written in to give rewards?
So he began the joyful journey of opening the letter, which was just like opening a blind box, which was very interesting.

(End of this chapter)