After hearing Zheng Xiaobo's words, Han Luyi thought, The main event is finally here.
All that humility earlier, from the pleasantries when they met to the flavors of the food and the terms offered by the Lingang data center-this was what Zheng Xiaobo had really cared about.
The Tangyuan specification was still a standard proposed by Source Intelligence alone. Adoption was high across the industry, but there was no standards committee.
Why did industry protocols need standards committees, anyway?
Because the more people adopted a protocol, the more they depended on it. If everyone was happily using it and its creator suddenly made a drastic change, that would impose a huge cost on everyone who had adopted it.
To reduce that risk, large companies were extremely cautious about adopting other companies' protocols. And to bring those large companies on board, a protocol's creators and initiators would actively recruit members and establish a protocol standards committee.
This was standard practice, from unified railway gauges to telegraph code encoding standards, all the way to the internet era's TCP/IP protocol.
Han Luyi did not answer his question. Instead, he lifted his cup and took a sip of tea.
The chrysanthemum tea was quite sweet.
Setting down his cup, Han Luyi asked unhurriedly, "Boss Zheng, what kind of seat are you talking about?"
Zheng Xiaobo narrowed his eyes and slowly repeated, "A member organization on the standards committee."
Han Luyi smiled. "There are plenty of different kinds of member organizations. Does Dingsheng want its name on the official website and someone attending meetings, or does it want to help make the rules and have voting rights?"
Zheng Xiaobo's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at Han Luyi, then suddenly smiled. "Boss Han, let's speak plainly. Given Dingsheng's resources and its standing in the industry, naturally,