A light rain, carried by the wind, soaked the streets at dusk.
As the autumn rains fall, the damp air accompanies the official commencement of the neuromorphic computing project!
Jiang Cheng sat quietly in the conference room of the Institute of Biotechnology, surrounded by a group of researchers. The group consisted of hundreds of top researchers from the fields of biotechnology, computer science, and human brain research in China.
These people didn't come at the call of duty; they went voluntarily. Within 24 hours of the announcement, researchers who didn't have any major research projects on their hands came directly.
From pioneers to the new era, every project is worthy of being recorded in history. As long as it is associated with Jiangcheng, it means that it must be the world's top level of research. Countless people are willing to fight tooth and nail to get in. They have unparalleled enthusiasm for promoting human progress.
For these people, a good research project is more appealing than wealth or power.
After much anticipation, this 18-year-old scientific leader has finally made a move. He is going to lead everyone up the third step of human progress. How can this not be exciting?
Of course, not everyone who comes can participate in the program. They have to go through an extremely rigorous selection process, and in the end, ten professors from various fields will be selected, and the group size will be around fifty people.
These top talents will travel with Jiang Cheng to the Northwest Gobi Desert, to that vast and legendary frontier! The experimental base is built next to the circular prison, and the allocated funds are quite substantial.
Once upon a time, in western my country, on the ancient Silk Road in the East, a huge mushroom cloud rose slowly! This was the first step for China to enter the ranks of powerful nations. Afterwards, countless talented people followed one after another, laying the foundation for our progress with their youth and passion.
Jiang Cheng and his team will be in the Gobi Desert, amidst the endless yellow sand and desolation, appreciating the lone smoke rising straight from the desert and the setting sun over the long river, and developing a brain-like computer! In the future, our exploration of the microscopic world will reach the highest level in the world, and the electronics industry will develop by leaps and bounds. This technology will serve as the first brain-like technology template that can think for itself.
Once the first path is well-structured, thousands upon thousands of paths will follow.
It was all preordained, though Jiang Cheng was unaware of it. After this research, China would become the leading nation in exploring the mysteries of the sky above.
In the conference room, Jiang Cheng calmly surveyed the room. Dean Zhong Yingzhe sat in the front row, looking at the young man who clearly possessed the qualities of a leader with satisfaction. Now, he, the old man, didn't need to help with anything, big or small. Gu Qingwan and Jiang Cheng's cooperation had already managed to handle many matters very well.
This is obvious growth.
As the head of the project, Jiang Cheng cleared his throat and said to everyone, "We just did a rough count and found that more than 400 researchers are willing to apply for this project, but we can only take 50 people, which is close to a 90% elimination rate. Our selection process is very strict. Only those with exceptional character and abilities can take on the role. The process will go through two rounds. Those who are more familiar with the brain-like project will naturally have an advantage. After the written test, there will be an interview."
He clapped his hands, and Gu Qingwan walked in, carrying several documents, which she placed on the table next to her.
Her clear voice rang out in the conference room, "Please register your personal information and affiliation. You will be given three days to prepare and learn about all the information about the Brain-Inspired Project before the written test begins."
These sheets of paper, along with the information, were distributed to everyone. Everyone lowered their heads and filled them out carefully, and they couldn't wait to open and read the top-secret document.
No one is allowed to leave the Institute of Biotechnology during these three days. Their accommodation and meals have been arranged in the institute, and all of them are well-known researchers in China, so there is no risk of leaking the plan.
Unlike the previous direct nominations, the Brain-Inspired Project uses a selection process.
The selective selection process for researchers in the Human Genome Project and controlled nuclear fusion has sparked discontent among them. They don't believe their abilities are lacking; they simply lack an opportunity. Therefore, after discussing it with Professor Zhong, Jiang Cheng decided to proceed fairly, impartially, and transparently, eliminating all external factors and letting merit speak for itself.
Some people, despite their achievements and impressive resumes, may not be suitable for this research. Moreover... resumes are also related to family background; researchers with connections can certainly boast a dazzling list of past achievements, numerous publications, and a multitude of positions held, earning international acclaim.
That's useless; Jiangcheng doesn't care about that.
The conference room was immediately filled with rustling sounds.
Old Zhong stood up and looked at the group of younger people. There were many familiar faces among them. Talented people from our institute had the advantage of proximity and naturally signed up first. His loving gaze fell on a certain place: Chen Ang, Minister Feng's right-hand man. This kid is a rare genius.
His gaze shifted to the other side, but his expression became complicated. A girl with a high ponytail, wearing a pure white coat, was looking down, deep in thought.
Shen Yiran, the once proud and brilliant young woman whose pride had been shattered by Jiang Cheng, also arrived. She was there the moment she learned of the need for a fair selection process. Like a little swan, she loved to hold her head high, and she secretly resolved to participate in this plan!
Having already missed her once, missing her a second time would be worse than killing her.
Being able to enter Jiangcheng's program and leave her name is more important than publishing any number of papers. Shen Yiran doesn't consider herself weak among her peers; on the contrary, she is a prodigy who rose to fame at a young age and was featured in Global Times.
She thought to herself: I can definitely do it.
Now that power and fame have been abandoned, everyone is on the same track!
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