At that time, Zhou Qingfeng was lying in the wasteland of the Caribbean and did not go to South America, but was thinking about all kinds of good things from North America. If he really went to South America, what else could he do besides mining and cutting trees? The people there were still very lazy, with piles of waste.

Zhou Qingfeng, currently entrenched in wasteland, erodes North America and plunders east and west from North America through various channels. Various machinery and electronic products are absolutely the big ones. The various things that are plundered need to be processed.

There is a wafer factory that was originally a joint venture between Intel and Micron in Lehi City, southern Utah. This is what Xiao Yi intends to move to the real world factory. However, it is difficult to move the factory. Xiao Yi has not been able to find enough professionals. If the equipment there is randomly moved, all the equipment there will be scrapped.

Xiao Yi also thought about whether to reopen the factory, but in the end, this matter could not be done even by the Mormon Church in Utah. The semiconductor industry chain is too long and it is impossible to handle any link. Reopening is nowhere to be possible.

Although there was no way to restart the work, some of the workers recruited by Xiao Yi would not have nothing to do. Zhou Qingfeng asked them to find a job to sort out the "trash" they plundered.

Freeman was an employee of the fab. He received a master's degree in computer science at the University of Utah and worked in Intel's fab for more than ten years. He was supposed to test wafers in an ultra-clean workshop, but now he is just a "extended" and stays with a bunch of electronic waste every day.

"Ferriman, come and sign for it." The transport convoy transports all kinds of electronic waste every day. The driver asks Ferriman to send the "garbage" of the whole vehicle into the warehouse.

There is a large maintenance and renovation workshop near the warehouse, where thousands of people are busy, doing repetitive work every day, such as cleaning up dusty electronic waste.

There are thousands of long tables in the workshop, and different types of electronic waste will be delivered in different categories. The mobile phone belongs to the mobile phone department, the computer belongs to the computer department, and even distinguishes it by brand.

"Take these thirty HP servers to B7."

"For model 977, I'll give it to Tony for inspection."

"Don't send these obviously damaged ones to us, send them to the scrap area. The maintenance yield is related to our income."

Freeman's job is to sort, and he is very familiar with all kinds of electronic products. He can judge the expensive, ordinary, advanced, and old at a glance. This ability makes his income two or three times higher than that of ordinary maintenance personnel, which is enough to be enviable for the end of the world.

Feriman agreed with the Legion collecting a large number of electronic equipment. After all, no one knows when it will be able to recover the life before the catastrophe, and equipment recycling is very necessary. However, many strange things happened during the recycling process that puzzled him.

"These old Dell servers are sent to the modification area."

"These ibm are broken? Find a way to get some repairs."

"Please keep the dust clean in all servers, especially the power supply with fans. The top call the top to make this batch of goods look beautiful and beautiful like new."

Freeman originally only focused on equipment produced in recent years, but a few days ago, the Aurora Corps headquarters issued an order to focus on collecting a batch of servers produced ten to fifteen years ago. It also required thorough maintenance and cleaning to ensure that these servers look like they had just left the factory.

This command is so strange. Freeman felt that he did not need to deliberately collect a batch of old-fashioned servers. Because the global sales of servers are around 10 million units each year, the number of servers now is very large, and even advanced ones are not used up, and there are more old ones.

But Freeman found that the Legion headquarters was not a joke. They seriously required all maintenance factories to focus on cleaning up a batch of old servers from ten years ago. The first batch was about 100,000 units, and the focus was on several classic models that sold well.

Freeman had to do it without management or understanding. Just after the production line he managed had stockpiled about a few thousand servers needed to call, the Legion headquarters actually transported a batch of server shells.

"Erase the silkscreen of the original main chip on the server, put the 'radiation' logo on it, and replace it with a new shell?" Freeman couldn't understand even more when he saw the order issued by the headquarters.

Servers can basically be regarded as enhanced personal computers, requiring high stability and reliability. Some servers work until they are eliminated after powering on, but their performance is often still good.

It's okay to clean it up, but it's unnecessary to replace these servers with logos and shells? Freeman has never encountered such a thing in his years.

It is easy to change the case, and it is also easy to erase the original model of the silk screen on the chip. However, it is a bit troublesome to re-impose the laser logo of the chip, but this is just a bit troublesome and not an unsolvable problem.

Soon, Freeman's production line completed the task of modifying high-end network servers a thousand ten years ago. The first batch of goods were even shipped directly to Mexico by cargo planes, and received good scores in the test, which was personally praised by the Legion Commander.

The praises were followed by 50,000 bottles of whiskey and various ingredients shipped by cargo planes. These rare luxury goods made Freeman’s factory happy.

Because of the reward, the factory even had a day off, allowing workers to get drunk. Everyone felt that their work was respected and their efforts were not in vain.

Freeman, an important member of the quality management system, was even commended by the Legion headquarters. In recognition of his excellent work, the Legion even sent him a woman.

"Freman, you lucky guy, come here." The factory manager called Freeman to the stage at the celebration banquet and announced the special reward to him in front of everyone. "You can choose one of these ten women as your partner."

The supervisor used virtual projection to show ten young and beautiful women, which immediately triggered a whistle to the celebration scene. Many people laughed and urged Freeman to choose according to their preferences.

Although the gradual stability of society has allowed women to appear publicly again, the situation of more men and fewer women is afraid that the situation of more men and few women will not be changed in many years. The Legion has always liked to reward partners for those who have made contributions, and this serious violation of equality between men and women has actually caused great welcome in the Legion.

Freeman picked a woman he liked and asked the supervisor: "Just because the old server I made was stable, the headquarters sent me a woman?"

"Do you think this life is too easy?" the factory manager grinned while drinking whiskey: "We are afraid we will repair tens of thousands of old servers next, and the entire North America will need to detect millions of them from various electronic waste."

"Who still needs such old servers now? We obviously have more advanced ones. I really don't know who to sell millions of units to? I think only fools need them." Ferriman was puzzled, but it was always true to drink whiskey into his stomach.

The factory manager just laughed, and there were many people in North America like Ferriman. A large number of servers that they re-polished were quickly shipped to Mexico and then transported to the real world.

A series of blade and tower servers are stacked in the transport warehouse. Their models and specific performance have been carefully studied to ensure that no information from another world is leaked. Zhou Qingfeng used this trick to hide the truth, and Xiao Yi asked uncertainly: "Is this really OK?"

"Why can't it be?" Zhou Qingfeng asked back: "This is our latest product of 'radiating electronics', a new epoch-making server that has improved the performance of an entire generation compared to existing servers. It has faster speeds, larger bandwidths, and better responses.

I even prepared a lot of professional software to be put on the market. I still have enough supply and will never be out of stock within one or two years. This is our 'Fallout 1' series. In the future, we will also launch 'Fallout 2, 3, 4'. I promise to make other players in the server market."
Chapter completed!