Its Name: Zhuishu! (12,000 Words)

In a heavily guarded courtyard in Xicheng, Beijing,

Several yellow leaves drifted down from the trees.

The gentleman held a cup of hot tea, narrowing his eyes as he basked in the sunlight.

A middle-aged man in a black suit walked in and placed a document on the stone table.

"Sir, this is the message sent over by Zhang Ting's people."

The gentleman grunted, then set down his teacup before reaching out to pick up the document.

He glanced over it casually at first, but then his brows furrowed.

The middle-aged man simply stood to one side without interrupting him.

Ten minutes later, the gentleman finished the last page and closed the document.

"I understand."

The middle-aged man nodded, picked up the document from the table with both hands, and turned to leave.

The gentleman picked up that cup of aged tea, now slightly cool, once more. He gazed at the sky beyond the courtyard wall and remained silent for a long time.

Across the ocean, in Poughkeepsie, New York State.

The wind swept through the Hudson River Valley and reached IBM's quantum data center.

At that moment, Dawn's Starling, hailed by foreign media as an industrial-grade fault-tolerant machine, was operating in a temperature-controlled machine room underground.

On the large screen in the center of the machine room, logical trajectories encoded by more than 200 physical qubits were climbing steadily.

Seven or eight people stood in the observation room outside the machine room.

David Sulman, head of IBM's quantum platform, stood at the front with his arms folded across his chest.

Beside him stood several guests from Washington, D.C.

These guests handled cryptography for the National Security Agency.

Among them was a bespectacled young man who looked to be in his early thirties. He was one of the designers