"I understand you very well. Hello, Mr. Zhang. I am Zhao Zili, the general manager of Weilan Mobile Phone Manufacturing Company." Zhao Zili said excitedly.
"Blue mobile phone?" Zhang Taolie frowned and tried to remember, but he couldn't think of where he had heard this name.
"We just produced the first prototype a few days ago, and it still uses the 1.6-micron technology chip that is about to be eliminated, so Mr. Zhang doesn't know that I am normal." Zhao Zili said with some embarrassment.
Li Jin chuckled and said, "I invested in Weilan Mobile."
Zhang Taolie raised his eyebrows, and his expression became visibly friendly.
"I see, hello, Mr. Zhao."
"Are you still using 1.6 micron chips? With all due respect, this technology has been eliminated by various countries. If Mr. Zhao is interested, I can provide a considerable number of 1.2 micron chips."
"Seriously!?" Zhao Zili was so surprised that he almost shouted.
Nowadays, there are no domestic companies that can independently produce micron-level chips. They all rely on imports, either from Bay Semiconductor Manufacturing Co., Ltd. or several monopoly companies in the United States and Germany.
However, the products they can provide to the domestic market are all almost obsolete inventory, and the prices are more expensive than the latest technology products sold in their own countries.
This makes it clear that those who bully the Chinese have no skills and will only be slaughtered.
Even these 1.6-micron junk, which is looked down upon by others, was still a batch of goods that Zhao Zili tried his best to get through Qi Cheng's old relationship, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to buy the junk.
But under such circumstances, Zhang Taolie was able to provide a batch of Bay Semiconductor Manufacturing Co., Ltd.'s 1.2-micron chips, which was the biggest surprise for Zhao Zili.
"It was originally very difficult. After all, 1.2 micron is the current international mainstream technical specification and is rarely seen anywhere, not to mention that many domestic manufacturers want to get the goods, so even our Gulf Semiconductor Manufacturing Co., Ltd. does not have much inventory...
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"But since it is Mr. Li's company, no matter how difficult it is, I can still provide a batch of goods."
When Zhang Taolie said these words, he looked at Li Jin, and his intention to please was self-evident.
"Young Master Zhang is very interested."
He stretched out his hand and refused to hit the smiling man, not to mention that Zhang Taolie gave such a big gift, so Li Jin naturally had no reason not to accept it.
He has even planned to communicate with Zhang Taolie in private. After all, he has invested almost 100 million in the photolithography machine project, but not to mention the 1.2 micron that is close to the nano-level process, it is 1.6 micron.
The technical difficulties have not yet been overcome.
If Bay Semiconductor is willing to help, this would be a great thing.
Zhang Taolie, who didn't know that he had fallen into Li Jin's "plan", looked happy and was about to speak when the door of the box opened.
A fat man was thrown in, and the box that was originally filled with the smell of hot pot was filled with the smell of blood.
The smile on Li Jin's face gradually disappeared, and he looked at the trembling man lying on the ground with playful eyes.
Next to him, Zhao Zili's eyes were spitting fire, staring at the man in front of him who was no stranger to him, Qian Jincheng! "Who are you!? Who are you!?"
Qian Jincheng got up from the ground with difficulty. With a bloody face, he opened his swollen eyes. His eyes were stained red with blood, and his eyelids were red and swollen. He couldn't see Zhao Zili and Li Jin sitting far away at all.