To be honest, Apple pointed the direction for the industry more than two years ago.
There is no doubt about the excellence of the nvme protocol. More and more manufacturers are replacing solid-state drives with the nvme interface protocol on personal computer terminals that require higher processing speeds and higher gaming performance.
On computers, solid-state drives with the nvme interface protocol are smaller and more compact like memory sticks, which can be regarded as industrial progress.
However, when the flash memory used in mobile terminals also uses the nvme protocol, there are still a lot of industrial troubles.
Otherwise, Samsung and other Android camp manufacturers would not continue to insist on ufs.
Of course, there are many other internal factors.
And this time the information allowed Su Xiaomu to see more possibilities.
How should I put it, nvme is a known direction in the industry, but isn’t there another interface protocol or standard specification to innovate the entire industry standard?
Judging from the name definition of the knowledge data of the small garbage system, there should be.
"I have been working on the software for so long, so I should start fiddling with the hardware myself." Su Xiaomu said to himself with a smile.
Afterwards, Su Xiaomuwo spent an entire afternoon tinkering in front of the computer.
Every time the knowledge given by little garbage can bring a lot of inspiration. Su Xiaomu did not record it consciously and plannedly at first, but gradually developed a habit.
"Sometimes God will secretly open a window for you, but if you don't poke it open, sometimes God will naughtily take it back. No matter how hard you look, you won't find it, and your inspiration will be gone."
Su Xiaomu complained while typing on the keyboard.
Who hasn’t had a moment when an idea struck them and then suddenly they were forgotten.
People like him, Su Xiaomu, who are not even considered programmers, of course have to cherish these ideas even more, as they may work at critical moments.
In the evening, Su Xiaomu turned off the iMac monitor. He planned to go to the company to connect to the supercomputer and use the supercomputer resources to conduct experiments.
I don’t know how many times faster than him tinkering on a personal computer.
As long as some models have a guess, they can be thrown into a supercomputer for calculation and wait to see the results.
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There was a knock on the door. Su Xiaomu quickly stood up and opened the door. He took the bag and coat from Su Ho, handed over the slippers, and ran to get some water.
He looked back at Su Ho and said, "What have you been busy with today? Why do you look so tired?"
Su Ho said casually, "The company has just started, so it will be a little busy."
Su Xiaomu wanted to sigh, but Su He quickly said, "Come on, you are a damn ghost. The words of comfort are not sincere at all!"
"Don't say anything. If you can, you can cook a meal tonight."
Su Ho just said that casually.
The affairs of a newly-started company are indeed complicated. Although they are already looking for professional managers, they cannot just wait for someone to come. And even if a professional manager comes, she still has to take charge of the Soho coordination.
Especially at this time.
Su Xiaomu didn't hesitate and said directly, "You can't tell me if it doesn't taste good."
Soho actually ate a whale.
After drinking some water, she hugged her chest and quickly followed Su Xiaomu to her home.
Su Xiaomu muttered in front of him, "Su Ho, tell me if people who know you see you going back to my house first and then your own every night, will they think of some messy things?"
Su Ho: "..."
Thinking about...thinking about some random things.
We have a revolutionary friendship. We start a business together and...ah, right.
When he thought of the excuse of starting a business together, Su Ho put a smile on his face and said, "What are you thinking about? We are partners in starting a business together, who would think too much about it."
Hey, Suho, do you believe it yourself?
When Su Ho leaned at the door of the restaurant and watched Su Xiaomu open the kitchen refrigerator with ease and pick out various dishes for processing.
Su Ho felt the unprecedented charm of Su Xiaomu.
He whispered, 'The little guy is quite handsome when he cooks.'
Su Xiaomu can cook, but he has never told Su Ho about this skill, and always dealt with it vaguely.
When she really has no choice, Su Xiaomu seldom cooks. Sometimes she would rather eat Ms. Cheng Qianwei's "dark cuisine" than cook it herself.
But...
His cooking talent is very good in all aspects, including knife skills and spooning skills.
It's just that he's not as good as Su Ho, who can judge different types of ingredients well.
Of course, simple home-cooked meals are still possible.
Su Ho was not content with watching from a distance at the entrance of the restaurant. He walked closer to watch Su Xiaomu handle the ingredients, light the fire, burn the oil, and put the vegetables.
I just can't find a place where I can make suggestions.
"Okay, Su Xiaomu, I can't tell!"
At the dining table, Su Ho tentatively picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth carefully. After his taste buds felt the stimulation, his face was full of surprise.
Su Xiaomu nodded and quickly lowered his head to eat.
My heart was whispering, "I can't see you, I can't see you, I can't see you."
Su Ho made it clear that he didn't want to let Su Xiaomu go, and then said, "You said you knew how to cook, why didn't you tell me."
You can't pretend to be stupid when you say this. Su Xiaomu quickly replied, "You didn't ask me either."
Su Ho: "..."
Did I ask?
Have you asked?
no?
"You don't like cooking?" Thoughts were spinning in his mind, and Su Ho suddenly caught Su Xiaomu's point.
"If you don't like it, just say so. Besides, what you cook isn't as delicious as what I cook. I won't force you to cook it."
Su Xiaomu suddenly raised his head, "Then it's settled."
Su Ho, who hadn't even changed his clothes, was eating his food. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he felt very happy. Then he got down to business, "Su Xiaomu, that Mercedes-Benz was actually prepared a long time ago, and it's not a New Year's gift.
"
"Then what?" Su Xiaomu asked curiously.
Su Ho took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, "This is the New Year's bag I prepared for you. It will give me a good time to find it. There are not many brand-new cars. Fortunately, it is the top version, so not many people pay attention to it."
That’s all that’s left until now.”
"I heard that this car is quite comfortable to drive. Don't you like Land Rover? I think Land Rover's accelerator is a bit heavy, but this car is different."
Su Xiaomu took the key and saw, hey, it's a Volkswagen, and it's not an electronic key, so he said, "Santana? Jetta?"
"Phaeton! There are 12 tanks!" Su Ho glared at Su Xiaomu, feeling that this little guy really had little knowledge. He made it so obvious, so why wasn't he enlightened yet?
Su Xiaomu groaned, and then realized, "Is it that invisible rich car? Only people who are stupid and rich can drive it?"
Su Ho: "..."
"This is low-key, do you understand?"
Su Xiaomu nodded repeatedly, "I understand, I understand."
After dinner, Su Xiaomu sat on the sofa, looked at Su Ho sitting next to him with a pillow, and said, "I also have something to say. I read the flash memory hardware specifications this afternoon and want to make some myself.
For test purposes."
"I can provide the hardware and software myself, but I don't know much about this. How about finding someone to help me build an operation room?"
