Friday, April 30.
At half past nine in the morning, a long line had already formed outside the media entrance to the Haicheng International Conference Center.
Source Code Technology staff had set up two security checkpoints at the entrance, with an extra row of temporary storage lockers beside them. Camera bags, tripods, and laptops all had to go through the scanner one by one.
This had been Zhang Biao's suggestion.
Over the past few months, as Source Intelligence and Glutinous Rice Ball grew increasingly well known, Source Code Technology had also become a major name in the industry. This launch event had attracted considerable attention.
Reportedly, this would be the first time ordinary people could use a truly top-tier large model.
As more media outlets planned to attend, the event had grown beyond its original scope, and security requirements had risen accordingly. Fortunately, Zhang Biao had experience with this.
A reporter stood in line scrolling through his phone when a colleague he knew arrived, greeted him, and slipped into place beside him.
"Whoa, look at this headline. That's a nasty one."
The headline read, "Entity List restrictions just took effect, yet the Source Intelligence group will still launch the Tangyuan App: confidence or a brave face?"
Although Source Code Technology had been founded first, people now referred to both companies collectively as the Source Intelligence group.
There was no helping it. Source Intelligence had too much momentum and controlled core resources such as the Tangyuan Large Model, so Source Code could only be seen as its subsidiary. The newcomer looked over, an awkward expression appearing on his face.
"I posted that one," he said, lowering his voice.
"Huh?" The reporter looked up at him. "But that's not your outlet, is it?"
"It's my personal account. I don't show my face