Chapter 7 — The Truth Will Always Be Proven One Day

"From beginning to end, you kept saying I stole your language algorithm source code."

"So do you know..."

"...what is the final identification code of the 'Than Ngon' project after declassification?"

To Dao frowned. Shouted loudly.

"Don't intentionally exchange concepts!"

"Don't act mysterious here!"

I step closer towards her step by step. Keep asking.

"So do you know..."

"...is the gill core of the 'Spirit Tongue' made from any material?"

"Do you know what its operating capacity is?"

"Do you know how the billions of transistors are arranged inside?"

To Dao laughed contemptuously.

"The whole network knows..."

"'Spirit Language' is a revolutionary natural language model."

"It's software."

"It's a purely logical system."

"What's the point of asking those hardware parameters?"

I stopped walking. Coldly looking straight at her.

"Who gave you the confidence..."

"...to confirm that 'Spirit Speech' is a software algorithm?"

To Dao's face immediately changed. At that moment, at my request, the court technician projected on the big screen the project approval documents at the highest security level. All eyes in the courtroom were attracted by the prominent yellow national seal on the document. I turned around. Point to that document. Each word, each word rang out, cold as the final verdict.

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully."

"'Spirit Language'... was never that cheap software language model you keep talking about."

"It is the country's first bottom-layer NPU architecture AI chip, specifically designed for language processing."

"From the first day I stepped into the group..."

"...I was a genuine hardware architect."

"The one I built... is the chip."

The whole courtroom fell silent. Not seconds. But for half a minute. Even the livestream room with more than thirty million viewers had a rare silence of nearly two seconds. Then right after that... The comments section exploded like a tsunami. 【'Spirit Language' is hardware? Isn't that software?】 【Oh my god! So what is To Dao crying and denouncing for half a day?】 【An outsource programmer writing Python had the source code stolen by a chip design engineer? What kind of theft? Stealing air to refine silicon?】 To Dao's face immediately lost all color. White as the paper used to burn the dead. She stared at the screen. On it clearly appear countless circuit diagrams, chip pin drawings, and dense physical structures. Her pupils constricted violently. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"No way..."

"Absolutely impossible..."

"How do you...how do you do hardware?"

"No way!"

I stood on the defendant's stand, calmly looking down at her.

"Do you need me to show you the corporation's work assignment from three years ago for you to see?"

To Dao went crazy.

"It's all fake!"

"If your uncle was the CTO..."

"...was able to change my author's name to yours..."

"...then it's certainly possible to edit the project properties, turning a software project into a hardware project to hide the truth!"

Chairman Chu couldn't bear it anymore. He slammed the hammer down on the table. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Miss To Dao!"

"The project classification at the National Intellectual Property Office was completed three years ago."

"That profile goes through multiple layers of national-level security authentication, cross-industry notarized and simultaneously stored on an uneditable blockchain system."

"Don't say CTO."

"Even the system manager does not have the right to change the original classification of the project."

Right at that moment. A person from the expert row suddenly stood up. As an Academician of the Department. The most prestigious microelectronicist in the country. White hair. His majestic eyes swept across the auditorium.

"I can testify."

"From the first day of joining the group..."

"...Le Nac worked in my ultra-clean integrated circuit fabrication lab."

"She is the youngest person ever to receive the National Microelectronics Award."

"Also a rare genius in the field of hardware architecture."

"For the past three years..."

"...all her manuscripts are chip photolithography diagrams and integrated circuit designs."

"She never touched any of the core code of the software."

Academician So turned his head. Coldly looked at Vuong Cuong and To Dao. There was only contempt in his eyes.

"Wang Cuong!"

"You're in charge of the software outsourcing department on the first floor."

"Not being able to access confidential documents is also normal."

"And you, To Dao."

"It's the friend who had dinner with Le Nac."

"How could you not know..."

"...Every day Le Nac wears anti-static clothes to work in the top-level security laboratory upstairs?"

"And you..."

"...sitting in the lobby downstairs typing each line of code."

"Two people working in two completely physically isolated areas."

"In addition to the fact that lunch coincides with meal time..."

"...there isn't any intersection in the work."

"And yet..."

"...you don't even know she's the chip designer?"

"Not just stupid."

"But I'm still so blind that there's no cure!"

To Dao's lips trembled violently. Even his teeth were chattering.

"While eating..."

"...she once told me..."

"...that she was very interested in natural language modeling..."