Returning from Central to Causeway Bay, there are temporary dormitories in the office building of 'Shengguang Technology (hk)'. The suites with dozens of square meters are already considered luxury homes in HK.
Director Chen Mu sighed after he came back. He sat in the small living room of the dormitory, holding a pen and a stack of paper in his hand, scratching his head and not knowing how to write a report.
Xiao Jinlang also had a sad face, and was also worried about how to write about what happened this time. It was really hard for everyone to meet people like Zhou Qingfeng.
Only Ouyang Jun carelessly grabbed an apple and took a bite. He came over and asked strangely: "What are you writing?"
Lao Xiao raised his eyes and asked: "Ouyang, don't you need to write a report?"
Ouyang Jun shook his head, "There's nothing to report. I will be responsible for escorting the goods. This time, Mr. Zhou is in HK, so I don't need to take away the money."
I can go back to Tianyang at any time. It’s just a rare trip to hk, and I really want to see more of the beautiful scenery here. Do you understand what I mean? One floor, one phoenix, have you heard of it?"
"I've never heard of it." Chen Mu raised his head and curled his lips, then changed the subject and asked: "Besides the entertainment industry, what else does 'Holy Light' do in HK?"
Ouyang Jun really knows something, "I heard that HK's real estate is very profitable. Mr. Zhou is trying to find a way to acquire land and introduce 'harmonious construction' into the HK market."
Chen Mu was even more confused, "You are doing so many things in HK, and the British just turn a blind eye? No one in the local area is causing trouble?"
"Yes, who said no?" Ouyang Jun shouted: "There are some Vietnamese who are causing trouble this time, and Mr. Zhou has to come and deal with it himself.
As for the British, I heard that some administrative officials wanted to investigate the Holy Light a few months ago, but when the news came out, several inspectors and judges were killed in succession.
A big wolf dog even entered the British camp at Gunhui Mountain and killed and injured more than twenty Gurkha mercenaries and British soldiers. In the end, the dog escaped.
In addition, Mr. Zhou also said that he was very unhappy when he saw people with instant noodles on their foreheads. When he was in a bad mood, he would send all those people to meet the ancestors of the British Empire."
Ouyang obviously knew something and deliberately revealed some information. He laughed happily at the British casualties, but Xiao and Chen were frightened when they heard this.
"President Zhou said that since everyone can come to hk to make money, why shouldn't he be allowed to come?" Ouyang chewed most of the apple, "I think what President Zhou said is right."
Hey..., once it comes to making money, the bottom line is non-negotiable.
Xiao and Chen were silent, pretending that they had not heard what they just said and knew nothing. They racked their brains and wrote a report all day long. Zhou Qingfeng ran over in person in the afternoon, carrying two large boxes in his hands.
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"Oh, it's a coincidence that you came here this time. I happen to have a batch of smuggled goods in my hand. See if you need anything."
Two large suitcases, super heavy.
Xiao Jinlang wanted to help lift a handful, but his waist slipped away. Chen Mu also wanted to stretch out his hand, but almost broke the instep of his foot.
When the box was opened, it was found that there were more than a hundred machine tools of different specifications inside. The two boxes combined weighed 200 kilograms.
All the knives are packed in small bags, and the model and type are also marked. Most of them are carbide knives with boron nitride coating, and a few ceramic knives are given as samples.
Chen Mu was more knowledgeable about machine tools. He grabbed a heavy drill bit, weighed it in his hand, and casually scratched it on the glass coffee table in the small living room.
The tip of the drill bit is extremely hard and can easily cut a hole in the glass of the coffee table. The glass relies on its own weight to expand the scratch, and half of it falls off with a bang.
Zhou Qingfeng thrust his hand into his waist and said, "Hey, this coffee table is very expensive, costing over a thousand yuan."
There are internal cooling holes in the drill bit, and the lubricating coolant can be sprayed out from the drill bit to improve the cooling efficiency. This design is very novel.
Chen Mu touched the tip of the drill bit with his finger, then checked the other machine tool tools that were delivered, and said in surprise: "American product? It doesn't look like this. I've never seen this model before."
All tools come in five pieces, with standard interfaces and tool instructions. Everything from size to installation to processing matters are clearly listed.
Chen Mu had a knife in one hand and a document in the other. After looking at it for a long time, he asked in confusion: "Why does this documentation of yours look like it was just printed out?"
It doesn't look like it, it was indeed just printed.
Putting down the knife, Chen Mu looked at the two large packages of electronic devices placed in the box. There were not many devices and few types. But the documentation was thicker and more detailed.
Hundreds of high-power gallium arsenide MOS tubes are all individually packaged to avoid pin damage. This thing is very useful for making radars, but what attracts Chen Mu most is the twenty chips packed in boxes.
386EX.
Zhou Qingfeng is uneducated about semiconductors. He feels that the current mainstream is 486. The military-grade 486 is too eye-catching, and the aerospace-grade Godson thirty years later is even more exaggerated.
So I looked at the numbers and felt that a 386-level chip should be quite suitable.
But 386EX is a standard aerospace-grade processor with a running speed of 5 to 10 megabytes and is enhanced for the space environment. It is actually at the same level as the military-grade 486DX.
It was only started to be used in the mid-1990s and was designed to shift the spaceborne computer from control as the core to high-speed parallel data flow as the core.
In domestic history, the earliest '386EX' was obtained through importation. The first time was used by the Imperial Control Engineering Institute for the 'Shijian-5' satellite in 1999, and again in 'Ocean-1' in 2002.
In addition, 386EX and 1553B data bus are also used in aerospace engines as central processors in China. Therefore, this CPU is very versatile.
What Zhou Qingfeng took out was the ‘386EX’ produced in China through reverse engineering, which appeared after 2006.
Nowadays, foreign countries are not allowed to export aerospace-grade chips of this level, and they have begun to use them themselves. But Zhou Qingfeng not only sent the chips, but also the supporting data bus.
This is equivalent to allowing the country to produce finished products at least eight years in advance, and abruptly improve the performance of spaceborne computers by two or three generations.
"Is this really the latest foreign '386EX'?" Director Chen held the square chip and wondered how it was possible to obtain such a core secret.
Could it be the civilian grade 386?
"You can take it back for testing." Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the box, "It's twenty yuan in total, you can use it as you like. As long as you have money, what can't you buy in a capitalist society?"
A cutting-edge aerospace-grade CPU can cost tens of thousands of dollars. This guy just gave it away for twenty dollars, which made Director Chen even more suspicious.
It can be said that boron nitride cutting tools can be judged by their appearance, but there is no way to know the grade of a chip just by looking at its appearance.
Chen Mu put the chip back in place, closed the box, and said, "I have to bring these samples back to the Imperial City, and they need to go through many tests to confirm their performance."
Speaking of this, Director Chen suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. He didn't know what to think, and he didn't even dare to call the Imperial Capital anymore, and even regretted that he had been using his mobile phone to communicate with the outside world.
Could this be a fishing operation? Could it be a conspiracy by foreign forces? Are there any other hidden risks?
This is not because Director Chen is suspicious, let alone that he is too cautious. After all, the demand list was given just this morning and the goods were delivered in the afternoon - which company did you use for express delivery?
Chen Mu is just a technical officer. He went to Tianyang to run errands, conduct research, spread the word, and do preliminary communication work. Amitabha can only finish this matter within two or three years.
But Zhou Qingfeng went through many tentative steps such as 12345 and took the goods.
Too suspicious, really too suspicious.
The fighting on the underground front is silent and cruel, and the victims are like mud, scattered and unknown.
But if he said this was a special trap, Chen Mu felt that he was looking down too high on himself.
Zhou Qingfeng invested tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars in Tianyang and finally laid the foundation. He couldn't just do it just to trick a small bureaucrat in the imperial capital ministries.
Director Chen stared at Zhou Qingfeng and thought to himself: "Is it possible that this guy is really a fool? Or maybe I got lucky by mistake?"