bacchusnovels Chapter 228 One Sword Breaks All Laws
Chapter 228 One Sword Breaks All Laws
As Su Hao's figure disappeared.
Thump, a dull sound.
Allen slumped into his office chair, clutching his head in anguish.
His once straight back collapsed instantly.
too difficult.
The success or failure of the entire project involves a power struggle among the city's top officials and concerns the lives, fortunes, and political futures of too many people.
The immense pressure, the constant threat of falling into the abyss, made him feel nauseous.
"Deputy Director..."
Tom, the trusted assistant, carefully handed over a glass of warm water and asked in a low voice.
"Regarding the hardware, shouldn't we withstand the pressure and start the initial equipment procurement process?"
Tom pointed to the huge desk, which was piled high with purchase contracts and project schedules.
Each sheet of paper represents an astronomical sum of money allocated.
Allen waved his hand weakly.
"I know what I'm doing, Tom."
This is an unsolvable knot.
New signal controllers are deployed throughout the city, core data server clusters covering hundreds of square meters are built, and a massive number of high-precision sensing terminal devices are deployed.
Currently, they are all stuck at an extremely awkward point: they lack the core parameters that Su Hao has.
This has resulted in procurement projects worth hundreds of millions of dollars being helplessly left in a state of waiting to be launched, unable to proceed.
The firmware flashing of all underlying hardware chips must rely on the parameters output by Su Hao's final algorithm.
As long as the core code is not locked and solidified, the entire massive city-level hardware supply chain will remain in a dead end, unable to produce even a single screw.
What's worse is yet to come: those councilors in the municipal government are still stubbornly holding back the budget for project approval.
These bureaucratic types clearly don't realize what they're killing.
Even a hero can be brought down by a penny.
Currently, the entire R&D team is forced to rely solely on the meager surplus funds obtained from last year's application...
And the emergency reserve funds that the Transportation Bureau has scraped together, even squeezed out of its own pockets, are desperately trying to keep the company afloat.
The entire project team faced the constant threat of running out of food.
Despite the mayor himself going to great lengths to secure the project, even humbling himself in the council to lobby desperately.
But the municipal council, which controls the purse strings, is like a miser, stubbornly clinging to an extremely rigid bureaucratic logic:
"Given the enormous size of the funding requested for this project and the extremely high risks involved, funding will only be granted after we have seen substantial pilot results."
Those pot-bellied politicians only care about tangible benefits.
boom!
The angrier Allen got, the harder he slammed his fist on the desk, sending the documents flying high into the air.
"Damn it!" The usually refined deputy director finally couldn't help but swear.
"Are these bureaucrats out of their minds? They want the horse to run but don't want it to eat grass!"
They insist on seeing results before approving the budget to buy server computing power, but how can you get results without computing power?
What kind of bullshit logic is this?!
According to the initial estimates when the project was initiated, the algorithm development team was originally planned to have a full twelve weeks to tackle the challenges.
Twelve weeks is the shortest cycle that has been rigorously scientifically proven.
But now, the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse.
Under the fierce competition from all sides, their research and development time has been compressed to a mere four weeks!
A deep, indescribable sense of guilt welled up inside Allen, tormenting him.
He felt like a ruthless, heartless capitalist wielding a bloodstained whip, standing on the skeletal path to success, greedily draining the life force of this young genius, Su Hao...
.......
Click.
As soon as Su Hao stepped into his private laboratory, he locked the door behind him.
He slammed down the main light switch on the wall, shutting out all the light and noise from the outside world.
The deathly silent laboratory was instantly swallowed by an endless darkness.
Only the large monitors on the workbench stubbornly emitted a cold, pale blue light, barely illuminating the messy desktop piled with deduction drafts and various academic journals.
The main screen in the very center was still lit.
The image is frozen cruelly on the shocking system crash code screen.
wow-
Su Hao yanked open the drawer, grabbed a chocolate energy bar from a pile of odds and ends, and haphazardly stuffed it into his mouth to chew.
I can't worry about that anymore.
To support the brain in performing tens of millions of high-dimensional matrix mental calculations over the next 48 hours.
This fragile body needs the simplest and most direct high-calorie replenishment immediately!
Thump. Thump.
The heavy pounding of a heart was especially clear in the darkness.
He had already severely overexerted himself last week.
The body's extremely weakened functions are sending out frantic warnings that it is nearing its limit.
The muscles are twitching, and the nerves are spasming.
Every cell is screaming hysterically for rest.
But Su Hao cannot fall.
On his not-so-broad shoulders, he was now bearing a heavy burden that he could not shirk.
Who would have thought?
This research project initially stemmed from his personal interests.
In this frenzied tide of the times, it was somehow elevated to a strategic key project for the entire city.
He knew better than anyone else what a fatal funding crisis it would bring to the entire team if the funding could not be approved.
There is only one way to break this deadlock.
It's simple and straightforward, yet incredibly difficult.
If he can smash that groundbreaking, cutting-edge algorithm engine onto the desks of the municipal council members within these forty-eight hours...
All doubts, financial constraints, and political deadlocks will be instantly resolved in the face of this absolute technical truth!
One sword can shatter all laws!
Crush all bureaucratic obstacles with the purest technology!
Swallow the last bite of the cloyingly sweet chocolate.
Su Hao gritted his teeth, refocused his somewhat unfocused pupils, and steadied his mind.
Click.
He pressed play.
The next second, the cold, clear piano music flowed out like mercury.
In the deathly silent laboratory, a base color called "Winter" is laid out.
It was sent by Han Dong; it was Handel's "Passacaglia".
Classical solemnity.
Extreme rationality.
This is not only a classic masterpiece, but also an ultimate battle of logic, structure, and crazy variations.
The poignant, profound, yet exquisitely ornate and meticulously counterpoint polyphonic melody resonated softly within the empty, dimly lit laboratory.
Every pulsating note seemed to precisely land on a logical node, rendering the entire room as solemn and sacred as a medieval monastery.
It was as if a solemn curtain had been drawn back for the upcoming divine-level deduction.