Yi Yuan put down the phone and an incredible expression appeared on his face.

"What did he say?" Zhang Ke took back his eyes from the chip in his hand and asked in scrutiny.

He received a call from Yi Yuan in the morning and immediately sent other comrades to replace Su Zheng and others, and took his people to the Precision Electronics Research Institute.

Yi Yuan looked a little dazed: "It's an unprecedented and extraordinary talk - he passed the other party's message and asked us to send all the materials needed for chip processing! He said that many materials are controlled for sales and the scrapping consumption during manufacturing is also a lot. They used up all accumulated materials last time in small batch processing, so they asked us to provide supplements for them. It's ridiculous! I've never heard of a chip processing factory that has no relevant raw materials!"

When Zhang Ke heard Yi Yuan’s retelling, he did not speak directly. Instead, he put the chip in his hand under a microscope again, put it in front of the lens, and observed it.

The surface of the chip is very smooth and reflects a crystal silver-gray light.

Under the microscope, some subtle scratches reveal their true colors. This chip is carefully polished by hand!

The original number of the chip is just an Arabic numeral "1" engraved, and nothing else is there.

Zhang Ke let out a sigh and raised his head from the microscope.

"I am an amateur in technology. According to General Manager Yi, where you can do chip processing, there must be necessary materials?"

"This is inevitable! Wafer production and semiconductor production lines have always been complementary. Even if there is no capacity for large-scale production, there will inevitably be wafer reserves, and various electronic component materials are even more indispensable! Unless they are not doing this at all!" When talking about technical issues, Yi Yuan affirmed in a decisive tone.

"Combined with this purely handmade chip, can we think that they are indeed not professional technology processing plants, but as Xiao Qiang said, it is a cost-effective family with superb skills?"

"It's not like this. We reluctantly disassembled this chip. Although there are traces of hand-made on the outside, it is still a combination of lithography and chemical processes. If this is a fake family, then I can only say that this is the only fake family in the world. Its fine processing ability has reached the peak level of human subtle operation! To process such a complex chip, it cannot be achieved by one person or two. If there is really such a family, then there will be no less than one hundred technicians with super-high processing capabilities, no, even one thousand! What an unimaginable number! Calculated according to this manual ability, if they want, they can create the most advanced satellite at present alone!" Yi Yuan spread his hands and said with a wry smile.

Although I don’t want to admit it, they are far behind those mysterious craftsmen, which makes them feel embarrassed. So Yi Yuan instinctively exaggerated their abilities again to make him seem to be not too useless.

"No wonder, no wonder they refused to come forward, but instead found a middle school student to endorse the speech. I'm afraid it was because it was too shocking." Zhang Ke understood a little why the mysterious organization did not take action personally, but let Xiao Qiang, who knew nothing, run errands for them.

Such a family must have a long history of accumulation. They can retain so many master-level craftsmen in a long and turbulent era. Their strength must be extremely huge, and their daily behavior must be very secretive.

Zhang Ke stabilized his emotions and asked a professional question: "Is this a conspiracy against us by hostile forces? It allows us to easily obtain the most advanced technology chips and thus give up independent research?"

Engineers such as Yi Yuan burst into laughter.

Yi Yuan smiled and explained: "This is impossible. It is indeed not helpful to us just by providing one or two pieces. But if we have dozens or hundreds of pieces of chips of the same model, then we dare to test it. Even if we waste a few more pieces, we must use reverse extraction to obtain the specific processing process of the chip, so as to make our own replacement chip.

Now we have too few expensive chips and are afraid of damage and cannot recover, so the reverse extraction work has come to a halt. With these chips, it is decisive to help us!

If this is a conspiracy of hostile forces, then I can only say that they are too stupid!"

Another Liu Gong laughed and said, "In terms of the number of chips they provide, it is actually too small and not enough to use. This is acceptable after we guessed that they might be handmade. Although I personally hope that each chip will provide us with thousands of pieces, so that we don't have to worry about the delay in achieving results in our work."

"Okay, the last question: Can you judge these chips from a professional perspective and whether they are handmade?"

Yi Yuan and other scientific and technological workers gathered together for a while and said cautiously: "As a scientific and technological worker, we must judge facts. From a philosophical point of view, anything can happen in this world. But from a biological point of view, it is impossible to process chips of such precision by the naked eye and the error of manual operation. However, we can only say that some of the incomplete data obtained so far have traces of polishing the chip surface. We must talk about the results. We infer that they may not have the ability to produce large-scale, that's all."

He said this in ambiguously. He could explain it from any direction, it depends on the specific mentality of the listener.

Zhang Ke heard a lot, and seemed to understand something, but he didn't understand anything. This was very rare for him.

Is the chip's internal components or modern technology? Does this mean that the outer manual traces are illusions?

But it is also possible that the processing capabilities of the fake family are also developing with the times, so it is not impossible to have a small-scale high-tech production capacity.

This is probably the reason why Yi Yuan and the others cannot make the final judgment.

Now that he has listened to the analysis of scientific and technological workers, Zhang Ke feels that this incident is becoming more and more confusing, allowing him to shuttle back and forth in the fog, but he can't find the direction to move forward.

It’s not that there are no clues, there are so many clues, but none of them connect them together.

The investigators are afraid of two situations: one is that there are no clues at all and cannot conduct investigations; the other is that there are too many clues that they cannot distinguish between true and false, ignore the primary and secondary, and only after finding the source of a clue, they find that this is fake and they have gone astray. The delayed time is sometimes fatal.

Hand-made shells and modern craftsmanship cores all look like scams no matter how you look at them.

But after receiving the message from Xiao Qiang, the other party asked for processing materials, which forced his brain to think more. The more analysis he analyzed, the less he was sure that he was right and the more careful he would act.

Today is New Year's Eve, and the family yard is quiet. Many families take their sons and daughters back to their hometown to visit relatives. The soldiers' roars of running and fucking are gone. The military district's family yard gives people a feeling of being empty.

Xiao Qiang bolted the door, moved the debris on the desk, took out a piece of inkstone, poured some clean water, and slowly grind the ink with the ink stick in his hand.

These are all authentic antiques, including Duan inkstones, Hu pens, Hui ink, and all of them are top-notch.

Only paper is relatively recent, and is a vertically arranged letter paper from the Republic of China period.

Xiao Qiang used the tip of the pen to dip it on the inkstone, pondered for a while, slapped his wrist and wrote it upright on the letter paper in small fly heads.

After writing one, he put the letter aside and dried it, unfolded the second one, continued to write, and wrote dozens of them in a row.

Afterwards, he took out ordinary kraft envelopes, compared dozens of letter papers, wrote different inscriptions on the envelopes, and then put the letter papers into different envelopes and sealed them one by one.

He looked through the dozens of letters, thought for a while, waved his hand and put all the letters into the mysterious space.

The rest of the inkstones, brushes, ink, and everything was taken into his space without leaving any traces.

Next, Xiao Qiang dragged out a small wooden box from under the bed. This was done by himself before he possessed him, and used it to store some messy things, but later he threw them away.

What is stored inside now is a box of chips - discarded chips.

The chips mainly use semiconductor materials germanium and silicon, but not all of them are gold and silver, which are suitable for current characteristics. Due to the complex processing technology, the degradation time of waste chips, and various chemicals that endanger human health, recycling is not cost-effective, and processing of waste chips has become a problem that plagues governments in various countries.

Many countries use deep burial methods, while the West, including Japan, sells this garbage to third world countries, leaving environmental problems for them to suffer headaches.

my country is also an important direction for Japan's electronic waste export, especially in the southeast coast. People desire wealth and do not fully realize that long-term exposure to these waste electronic waste will cause various diseases.

The pursuit of a better life made them happy to accept it, and they even took the initiative to import it from Japan, mobilizing fishermen in coastal fishing villages to sort and strip away the precious metals in it, and sell them for money.

Compared with inland in the southwest, there are much less electronic waste like this, but there are also many vendors in the famous electronic market that specialize in selling such items.

Xiao Qiang wants to reorganize the chip, and all kinds of elements are indispensable. These elements are very rare and scattered in nature. It is of course unrealistic to rely on him to search for it himself.

And he is not an expert, so he doesn't know how many elements it needs to be used in the chip.

If there are fewer two things during reorganization, then what is made is just waste and useless.

Therefore, when Xiao Qiang saw these discarded electronic waste in the electronic market, he immediately felt hopeful about his future. He picked out all the chips and bought them back to meet the raw material supply for his recombinant chips.

Every time I see this batch of discarded chips, Xiao Qiang is so happy that he can't stop talking.

Think about it, a large number of discarded chips bought for 200 yuan have been reorganized by its elements and have become expensive high-tech products again, with more than a thousand times the profits!

Any profit-making industry can be ashamed of compared to this one!

As for the materials he asked Yi Yuan and the others to prepare, they were all used to confuse people. He also chose the best quality from dozens of carefully polished chips, as the mother foundation, and provided them with them after reorganization, in order to cause trouble for them and disperse their investigation direction.

As for how effective it can be, who knows?

It's better than nothing!

As an individual, it is already quite enormous to deceive the state machine and cooperate with them and be independent.

Since Xiao Qiang has chosen this path, he must make as full preparations as possible. Even if he can only increase the success rate by slightest, he will do his best to do his best.

Soon, that step will come to that most critical step...

Success or failure, this is a success!

He calmed down, retracted his scattered thoughts, and connected his consciousness with the mysterious space.

Scan, reorganize.

As his gaze was gaze, a chip cut through the void from nothing and suddenly appeared in the air about Mis in front of him, falling down, and two bombs were bombed on the bed sheet, and they stopped.

Xiao Qiang pressed his finger and looked down at the watch. This was a military multi-function diving watch. The time displayed on the timer is: two seconds!

call!

With it, you will have greater confidence in your success.

Think about it, it took five minutes or ten minutes to reorganize an item. After half a year of continuous training, now it has reached the point where the mind is moved and then reorganized. How great is the progress in it!

My lifelong happiness is entrusted to it.

Xiao Qiang happily experimented with other aspects, facing away from the bed, focusing his mind one foot above the head of the bed, and reorganizing it.

There was no sound, and when he turned around, a chip was lying on the pillow.

Xiao Qiang grinned.

In the wardrobe, drawer, and through the wooden board, the chip was still reorganized in the place he imagined, but the chip fell on the wooden board, making a banging sound, telling him that due to the specific space location, it could not be observed with the naked eye, and there was a little error.

If there is any error, practice it again!

Xiao Qiang estimated the use of superpowers today. He was not too tired yet, so he could try it a few more times.

Dongdongdongdongdong, Wenrong knocked on the door outside: "Xiao Qiang, several comrades from the institute came to you and said they brought you something."

"Here you come!" Xiao Qiang hurriedly put away the chip.

He had just reorganized so many times, and the materials he consumed were only one piece. Every time he reorganized, he used the results of the last reorganization. Therefore, to outsiders, it seemed that it was not Xiao Qiang who reorganized many chips, but the same chip that kept disappearing and appearing in the room, changing places like instantaneous movement.

Xiao Qiang opened the door and his mother looked at him in confusion: "Xiao Qiang, when did you know the people from the institute? Just by your head, even if you go up, people won't look at you. I'm asking if you've gotten into trouble again, and they're here to ask you for guilt!"

"Mom, why do you still look at people with old eyes?" Xiao Qiang said unhappily, "I have been not causing trouble for many years. Besides, the final exam results of this time do not mean that your son is a genius?"

"Bah! If you really don't get into trouble one day, mom will definitely burn incense and worship Buddha. Thank you, the gods and Buddhas." Wenrong knocked on his head, "Why don't you go out quickly, you're waiting for you."

Last time Xiao Qiang returned to school and got his test results, Wen Rong almost passed away without excitement, while Xiao Jianjun always looked at him coldly.

Seven subjects, six full marks, and the most likely Chinese language to be deducted, which made Xiao Jianjun repeatedly confirm that this report card was not taken wrong by Xiao Qiang, or used to deceive parents after tampering with it.

Even though Xiao Qiang took out the certificate issued by the school, Xiao Jianjun refused to believe it and insisted on asking Lin Yi to come and confirm it.

It’s not that they are happy that their son has achieved good results. They can be admitted to university, or even a national key university. Which parent is not happy to play the gongs and drums, but Xiao Qiang’s past experience is clearly placed in front of them, and the matter of tampering with the transcripts has not been once or twice, which makes them really unable to believe that the one who got such results was actually the unsatisfactory son they thought.
To be continued...