Hearing Jiang Songran say that, Zhang Biao froze.
Zhang Biao had spent several months in the Zhangjiakou data center. Of everyone in Haicheng, he had interacted with Jiang Songran the most, with Han Luyi coming second.
To be honest, he had felt a little inferior when he first started working with Jiang Songran.
Jiang Songran was a PhD who had returned from the United States, working on all sorts of high-tech things. Sometimes, the terms that came out of his mouth were things Zhang Biao had not merely never heard of—he could not even understand them.
As for Zhang Biao himself, while he believed he was second to none in his own field—
Mention hardware, servers, cabling, and the like, and his head started spinning.
So aside from his daytime work, he spent several hours every night chatting with—rather, learning from—Glutinous Rice Ball. He studied the new terms he encountered during the day, what they were, what they were used for, then wrote them down in a little notebook he carried with him and reviewed them from time to time.
His enthusiasm for learning was even stronger than when he had been trying to get into military academy while serving in the army.
Miraculously, as Zhang Biao learned, he understood more and more of the words Jiang Songran used when they spoke. The questions he raised also became increasingly focused on the key points.
If anyone could best sense Zhang Biao's changes, aside from Jiang Songran, it was probably Sight.
In Han Luyi's eyes, after two months apart, Zhang Biao's attributes had undergone another earth-shaking transformation.
Don't be fooled by the mere C in Technical. This had been acknowledged by Sight. Ximing's former CEO, Xue Zhaoheng, had only received a D in management, while Zhang Biao's evaluation was