Ding Yaoxian's expression remained unchanged after Zhao Wenyuan's demonstration.
But inwardly, he had his doubts.
Simulating chip architectures was an extremely complex undertaking. Broken down further, every specialized field-from chip computing architectures and model workloads to cluster and network communication simulations and actual hardware measurements-had software vendors devoted to it, such as Timeloop, Chakra, and Astra-Sim.
Making simulation results as accurate as possible, so they could guide actual work, depended on the vast quantities of data companies had accumulated. That data was each software vendor's closely guarded secret.
Now Source Intelligence had suddenly produced an efficiency simulator, claiming it could predict how chip architecture would affect efficiency. Although the interface looked convincing enough, the claim itself was difficult to believe.
Ding Yaoxian was a straightforward technical man who said what he thought. He asked outright, "President Zhao, I have a question. How can you guarantee that these simulation results are valid?"
"Naturally, we've verified them." Zhao Wenyuan smiled slightly. "We've calibrated it against the Nvidia clusters we used before, the flagship cards in our laboratory, and the L100 clusters we're currently using."
Of course, that data alone wasn't enough. The most important part of prediction was identifying patterns.
Fortunately, Glutinous Rice Ball excelled at that.
But there was no need to mention that here.
Ding Yaoxian wasn't convinced. He shook his head. "President Zhao, ultimately, all that data comes from Source Intelligence alone. Using it to make predictions-well, I believe you, but I'm afraid it won't convince everyone."
Zhao Wenyuan gently pushed the laptop forward. "Why don't you try it yourself, President Ding?" Ding Yaoxian first glanced back at Liao Botao. Seeing no objection from him, he walked over to Zhao Wenyuan and began operating the software.
The interface was clean and easy to use, but halfway through, Ding Yaoxian