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The second day of the International Electronics Technology Conference.

The International Committee for Standardization (ICS) meeting, originally scheduled for the third day, was moved to the morning at the last minute.

The moment the news was announced, the entire venue erupted in a commotion.

Many delegates realized that this was by no means an ordinary meeting adjustment.

Yesterday, the industrial automation control platform at the Huaxia exhibition area made many people realize the strength of Huaxia Electronics Industry.

In particular, the independently developed industrial control system has made many business leaders feel a sense of crisis.

If China continues to expand its influence, the future landscape of the international industrial control market could very well be completely disrupted.

Inside the lounge.

Dean Zhou put down the notice in his hand, his face solemn.

"It seems they can't sit still any longer."

Zhao Changhe sneered.

"Yesterday we were talking about technical exchanges, and today we're discussing standards ahead of schedule."

"The old drunkard's heart is not in the wine."

Engineer Li nodded as well.

"Once the international standards are adopted, all industrial equipment exports will have to comply with the interface protocols they establish."

"If we don't accept it, we will be excluded from the international market."

The meeting room fell silent immediately.

Everyone understands.

Standard.

It's far more important than the product itself.

Products can be continuously upgraded.

Standards, however, imply rules.

Who makes the rules?

Whoever does so will have the initiative for the next few decades.

Just then.

Lin Jian'an slowly put down the documents in his hand.

He said calmly:

"Since they want to talk about standards."

"Then let's talk to them."

Everyone turned to look at him.

Zhao Changhe couldn't help but ask:

"Jian'an."

"Do you already have a solution?"

Lin Jian'an smiled but did not answer directly.

Instead, he picked up the pencil on the table and drew two straight lines on the paper.

Then, more than a dozen different interfaces were drawn.

"What do you all think?"

What is the biggest difference between these interfaces?

Everyone was puzzled for a moment.

Dean Zhou pondered for a moment.

"Different protocols?"

"Different control methods?"

Lin Jian'an shook his head.

"Neither."

He put down the pencil.

The voice was calm, yet resounding.

"The real difference."

"Who decided it had to be designed this way?"

In a word.

The entire lounge fell silent instantly.

Zhao Changhe was the first to react.

"you mean……"

Lin Jian'an nodded.

"The so-called international standards they use are not the only correct ones."

"They were the ones who made the decision first."

"Since that's the case."

Why can't we set our own standards?

Li Gong's eyes suddenly lit up.

"yes!"

"Standards are not laws."

"Whose solution is more advanced?"

"Whoever is more likely to be accepted."

Dean Zhou frowned.

"But."

"Supported by dozens of companies from the International Electronics Union."

"How can our family compare to them?"

Lin Jian'an smiled slightly.

"Who told you that?"

"Are they the only ones who came today?"

talking.

He pushed the meeting list in front of everyone.

Apart from a few industrially strong countries.

There were also delegations from more than a dozen developing countries.

These countries have weak industrial bases.

We have always relied on imported equipment.

Because of this.

They also do not want all technology to be controlled by a few countries in the future.

Lin Jian'an gently tapped the list.

"them."

"They are our friends."

Everyone then realized what was going on.

If China proposes a more open, lower-cost, and easier-to-promote industrial control standard.

So, the first one to support it.

It will definitely not be those industrialized powers.

Rather, it is a country in dire need of industrial development.

Thinking about this...

Dean Zhou couldn't help but sigh.

"Jian'an."

"You see things from a much broader perspective than we do."

10:00 AM.

The International Committee on Standards (ICS) has officially convened.

Over a hundred electronics industry experts took their seats in turn.

Center of the rostrum.

William, the president of the International Electron Union, slowly stood up.

"Welcome to this meeting of the International Committee on Electronic Standards."

"Today, we will discuss future industrial automation control standards."

As the words fell.

The large screen lights up.

The first standard document was slowly unfolded.

Interface specifications.

Communication protocol.

Control method.

Data format.

It's over a hundred pages long.

Zhao Changhe only glanced at it before he couldn't help but frown.

Because a large number of the technical parameters inside are clearly based on existing products from several American companies.

If this standard is adopted.

In the future, when countries around the world purchase industrial equipment, they must give priority to companies that meet the standards.

in other words.

They don't set the standards.

Instead, it's about setting up the market.

Thinking about this...

Zhao Changhe clenched his fist slightly.

"That's ruthless."

on the rostrum.

William smiled and said:

"If anyone has no objections..."

"We will now proceed to the voting process."

The voice just fell.

A calm voice suddenly rang out in the meeting room.

"I have a problem with that."

Swah——

Everyone turned around at the same time.

The person who stood up.

It was Lin Jian'an.

The room fell silent instantly.

Many foreign representatives looked surprised.

They didn't expect that.

The Chinese representative actually stepped forward at this time.

William frowned almost imperceptibly.

He then maintained a polite smile.

"Mr. Lin."

"Speaking."

Lin Jian'an slowly walked to the front of the big screen.

Pick up a pen.

The first interface protocol is circled directly.

"here."

"There is a problem."

Simply put, it's just four words.

The entire venue erupted in uproar.

Many reporters quickly raised their cameras.

The flashbulbs kept going off.

The International Electron Union has developed standards over several years.

How could someone say there's a problem right after watching it?

Many experts already showed their displeasure.

William maintained his smile.

"Mr. Lin."

Please explain your reasoning.

Lin Jian'an did not rush to answer.

Instead, he turned to look at the representatives from more than a dozen countries in the audience.

He asked slowly:

"If it's an international standard."

"Companies will need to spend tens of millions of dollars to upgrade their production lines."

"Excuse me."

"This helps the industry develop."

Or should we raise the barriers to entry for the industry?

In a word.

The audience immediately fell silent.

Several representatives from developing countries looked at each other.

His expression gradually changed.

They suddenly realized.

This so-called international standard is right in front of us.

The ones that have the biggest impact are the ones that truly have the greatest influence.

Not those industrialized superpowers.

Rather, it is those who came later.

Lin Jian'an's gaze returned to the big screen.

He picked up his pen and lightly drew a second red circle on the standard document.

A smile appeared on his lips.

"in addition."

"here."

"There's a second question."