After the lunch break, the creepy "fake erhu" sound sounded again upstairs.
Zhou Yan took out the violin he just bought and played the exact same score.
Then, things started to develop in an unpredictable direction.
"Look at you, what nonsense are you pulling? Listen to me!"
When speaking, the menopausal mother upstairs spoke a bit harshly. But the son, who had always been submissive, finally couldn't help but burst out of the anger he had been holding back for a long time...
"I don't want to study anymore! Look at my classmates, they don't go out with their parents every Saturday and weekend!"
"You..." the menopausal mother cried angrily, "I'm not doing this all for you. Isn't it easy to get into a good university now..."
After listening, Zhou Yan finally realized that he might have gotten into trouble. After struggling for a while, he picked up the violin again, put it on his shoulder, and played "Only Mom is Good in the World."
Hearing the familiar melody coming from downstairs, the young mother finally couldn't restrain her inner grievance, collapsed weakly on the ground, and burst into tears...
For those born in the 1970s and 1980s, there are many tear points that are the same.
Before entering the new century, there were relatively few classic movies on the screen, so some classic and very healing film and television dramas were repeatedly put on the screen for a period of time. "Mom Love Me Again"
and "Lu Binghua" are among the best.
He is known as a ruthless person, and every time he looks at it, his tear ducts will lose control...
The little boy upstairs was frightened by his mother's sudden cry: "Mom..."
It was fine if the little boy didn't comfort him, but as soon as he stepped forward to comfort him, the woman's crying became even louder...
Finally, the little boy had no choice but to pick up the violin again and practice it seriously.
This time, there is no perfunctory sound in the sound of the piano, and it is no longer the squeaky erhu sound...
"Let me tell you, after studying for more than a year, how can I still look like a bear?"
In order to congratulate the opponent upstairs for their promotion, Zhou Yan played "Canon in D Major" to express his congratulations. As a result, he accidentally aroused the competitive spirit of the parents upstairs.
"Son, study the piano well and try to surpass the one below..."
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Deng Zhuo, who went to inquire about the news, finally got a reply and sent Zhou Yan a financial statement about Founder.
"Director Yan, have you received the report?"
"received!"
It is similar to the information collected by Zhou Yan.
Although Founder Computer has just entered the notebook area, relying on the reputation accumulated from its previous desktop computer business, its sales performance is not bad.
However, the profit rate of a few percent is a bit insignificant or tasteless compared to the profit rate of Founder Group, which is often tens or even hundreds of percent.
Moreover, Founder Computer's performance cannot be compared with the "conscience" that has "annexed" IBM's personal computer division.
What's more important is that "Conscience Thinking" has won the sponsorship of the 2008 Olympic Games, which is another major blow to the nascent Founder Computer.
"Dr. Yan, according to the judgment of Founder Group, notebook sales will explode in the next few years. Unfortunately, they started too late, so they now have the idea of giving up on the personal computer business, but..."
“Price is not an issue.”
Deng Zhuo chuckled: "They are asking for 300 million yuan. Our financial staff here think it is a bit too expensive. We can adjust it. It is estimated that in seven months, the price can be cut in half!"
"This..." Zhou Yan frowned, "After the Spring Festival, I may have tens of billions of funds withdrawn from my side. What kind of equipment does the company need, and which companies or research institutions should be acquired? We can plan in advance...
…”
"It's not necessary for the time being. The development information of the S1 chip you gave me has not been digested yet!" Deng Zhuo smiled slightly and tried to ask, "Director Yan, do you have a plan for the positioning of the company's products?"
"Old Deng, there's no need to beat around the bush, I can accept it."
"Dr. Yan, I think that in the early days of starting a business, we should focus on word of mouth, and the design of the chip should be as focused on reliability as possible..." Deng Zhuo said, stopped and said, "Dr. Yan, what do you think?"
Don’t you just want to compete with MediaTek for the copycat phone market?
Zhou Yan smiled and nodded: "You shouldn't take too big steps in the early stages of starting a business, and I think that before the smartphone era takes off, the first thing we have to do is to give most people the opportunity to use smartphones. But
…”
"Just what?"
Zhou Yan's lips raised: "Do you have experience in circuit reliability design?"
"No!"
Deng Zhuo's heart suddenly went cold: How could I have forgotten this? To compete with others for market share and reputation, in addition to price, reliability and durability are also important indicators.
"I have a military standard electronic circuit design specification here. I will send it to you later. Please keep it confidential..."
Less than an hour after hanging up the phone with Deng Zhuo, Zhou Yan's cell phone rang again.
Old Man Li?
Zhou Yan was a little confused when he saw the name on the caller ID: This person usually didn't contact him.
"Hey, Mr. Li."
"That Jay Chou..."
As soon as Zhou Yan heard Old Man Li's very polite tone, he knew that this man must be up to no good: he usually calls himself Mr. Zhou.
Zhou Yan smiled slightly: "Mr. Li, what's the matter?"
"Well..." Old Man Li was still a little embarrassed, "I heard that the group company will receive a sum of funds early next year? Can you purchase a photolithography machine for the chip design department to use for tape-out?"
"Photolithography machine?" Zhou Yan's eyes widened, "Isn't just a photolithography machine enough? We also need packaging equipment, right?"
"I have contacted Ziguang about the packaging equipment. They can transfer to us several products that have been eliminated from the laboratory at a low price."
"In that case," a bright light flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes, "I have some information here, could you please evaluate it first?"
"All right……"
When Li Guanglan saw Zhou Yan rejecting him in a roundabout way, he hung up the phone in despair, and then sat there waiting for Zhou Yan's information.
Less than a minute later, Deng Zhuo from the office next door quietly came to the door of Li Guanglan's office. Seeing his teacher's lonely expression, he was a little surprised: "Teacher, Director Yan didn't agree?"
Li Guanglan looked miserable and nodded slightly.
"That's not right..." Deng Zhuo was a little puzzled, "Dr. Yan doesn't seem to be a stingy person!"
"Xiao Zhou said there is some information for me to take a look at!"
Deng Zhuo's eyes suddenly lit up: "Where is the information?"
"It should be in the server now!"
Li Guanglan lazily clicked on the Baize Group's data system with the mouse, and a folder named "193nm Deep Ultraviolet Lithography Machine (DUV)" appeared in the little old man's sight...
"What a loud tone..."
Although he was a little disdainful, Mr. Li opened the folder cautiously, and then the old man never blinked again...
Deng Zhuo, standing aside, knew that the feasibility of this photolithography machine information should be very high.
Li Guanglan studied over and over for more than an hour, while Deng Zhuo stood aside for more than an hour...
After his teacher withdrew his gaze, Deng Zhuo cautiously leaned his head over and said, "Teacher, this information..."
"Alas..." Li Guanglan smiled proudly, "With this piece of information, I can bring you a large group of people from the Academy of Sciences..."
"Then it's done?"
"It doesn't count," Li Guanglan sighed slightly, "Right now, we don't have the production capacity for each component, so we can only place orders with relevant units, and..."
Old Man Li stretched out his hand and clicked on a folder called OS, which was full of driver installation packages: "Before 28 nanometers, we had sufficient technical reserves. Alas, I really don't know what is behind Jay Chou.
