"Rambus keeps the relevant technology confidential and uses authorization to allow memory manufacturers to produce it."
"It wants to be the Qualcomm in the memory industry, and it is even greedier than Qualcomm!"
"Qualcomm forced Europe's GSM, and these memory manufacturers are willing to become Rambus and Intel's processing plants? Are they the quail?"
Standing in front of a room full of mobile whiteboards, Zhao Songlai kept pacing.
In the house, Xizi, Li Yong and Xiaoyan posted some faxed information on the whiteboard from time to time.
"Xizi, is there any news about DDR?" Zhao Song asked.
DDR is the mainstream in the future, and PC133 will be an excessive technology for at least one and a half years in the future. Zhao Song knows this and is betting on this.
In his previous life, he had saved computers for a year, worked in marketing for two years, and had seen sporadic Rambus memories, but had never heard of its large-scale launch.
"No!" Xizi glanced at the fax machine, "There's nothing in the news I've dealt with. The earliest news was last month's news about the DDR266 agreement and preparations to draft the dual-channel DDR2 standard, and then there was no news."
"I wonder if they have been disbanded?" Xiaoyong waved the fax in his hand and said worriedly: "Intel announced that it would begin to financially subsidize memory manufacturers. Four Star received US$100 million and began to stand firmly on Intel's side.
/Rambus side, go all out on production! And tell everyone that PC133 SDRAM is just a child’s toy!”
"Is this the original statement from Four Star Company?" Zhao Song asked dumbfounded.
Li Yong nodded and continued: "NEC and Hitachi have all obtained rambus authorization. Zhao Song, they are all members of the DDR Technology Alliance."
"..." The room became quiet and Zhao Song said nothing. He slowly walked to the balcony and looked at the greenery not far away.
An Intel tester's stomach upset disrupted the entire time and space, leaving Zhao Songbai puzzled at this time.
……….
Also puzzled was Professor Zhou on the seventh floor of the Wutong Building. He looked at the monitor that had turned into a black screen with a puzzled look on his face. He thought about it for a long time without any clue.
In the end, he had no choice but to press the reset button and was about to restart the design guidance work just now. Suddenly, his hand froze on the top of the mid-tower chassis.
"Screwdriver!" Professor Zhou shouted.
While receiving guidance from Professor Zhou, the institute quickly took a screwdriver and handed it to Professor Zhou.
The case cover was quickly opened, and Professor Zhou looked inside. Two memory modules wearing silver vests were shining brightly plugged into the motherboard. They were Rambus!
God knows what Zhao Song was thinking. The Rambus memory stick initially sold to the retail market was actually sent to the IC design department that needed to work on minicomputers and servers... and some daring graduate students actually installed it on the host computer that used it.
Commercial design software...
"Xiao Liu, which step did I demonstrate just now?"
"Analog simulation."
"Follow my steps again and find the cause of the black screen!"
"yes!"
………..
In the villa in Fucheng Garden, Zhao Song stood on the second-floor balcony, silent, but there were still countless people doing their own things silently because of this young man.
Tesla Industrial Base.
Coming out of the factory, which was filled with the sound of clicking machines, Gui Luyang walked towards the rumbling construction site.
"Director!" A young female voice called out to Gui Luyang.
"Xiaojie, what's the matter?" Looking at the young woman in front of him, Gui Luyang asked with a smile.
"Director, there are rumors that many companies are trying to deal with us..."
Gui Luyang took out a handkerchief and handed it to Xiaojie, "Wipe the sweat!"
"Director, is this true?" Xiaojie took the handkerchief and wiped it randomly.
"Since our boss started his business, there have never been fewer jealous people!" Gui Luyang patted Xiaojie on the arm, "Don't worry about it!"
"Director, everyone said that if the company is short of funds, this month's salary may not be paid."
Gui Luyang stiffened for a moment, then immediately forced a smile and said: "It's not less than your salary!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the construction site.
On the construction site, Factory No. 7 has entered the dust-free decoration stage, and Factory No. 8 has completed its framework.
Fast, unprecedentedly fast, which completely broke Gui Luyang's understanding. Zhao Song once told her that in the flower garden, the progress of the project depends on the speed of payment.
Now it seems that her young boss was right.
"Director Gui, I heard that your company is in a bit of trouble right now?" a fat middle-aged man with a big belly who followed her asked cautiously.
"What?" Gui Luyang glanced at him sideways, "Are you afraid of losing your project funds?"
"No, no!" The greasy middle-aged man shook his hand hurriedly, "I mean, if you can't get enough at the moment, you can give it later."
Gui Luyang stiffened again, looked at the greasy middle-aged man, and asked solemnly: "You have so much confidence in us?"
"It depends on what you said!" The greasy middle-aged man waved his hand grandly, "This is Pingchang District, Tesla is Pingchang's star company, and I am Pingchang First Construction!"
……………
China Overseas Electronics Market.
Boss Feng stopped Wen Zhenwen's hand holding the check and said cheerfully: "Sister, don't worry, just pay according to the contract time!"
Wen Zhenwen smiled and said: "Take it, you won't miss it for a few days."
Boss Feng held her hand down and said firmly: "Sister, I have only a few days to go! You can use it first."
Wen Zhenwen looked at him blankly. After a long time, he smiled and said: "If you have time later, I will count the cents with you!"
“Always welcome!”
…………
Xidan Tesla.
The store manager Tang Feng said to an aunt with a smile on his face: "Auntie, Tesla has no plans to launch new products for the time being. If you have to pursue the latest model, I will give you a suggestion. Don't buy it immediately and wait for others.
Please give us feedback later.”
The elderly lady asked with a smile: "Why? I was still thinking that your Tesla was going to release a new model, so I didn't want to buy it."
"What?" The aunt asked curiously, "Is there a problem?"
Tang Feng glanced at the sparse store and found that no one was paying attention, so he whispered: "Our boss is the best product developer in the PC industry. If he says there is a problem, there must be a problem!"
Watching the aunt walk out of the store hesitantly, a female student from Yangyin walked over quietly and said, "Store manager, can you tell her this?"
"I'm so excited!" Tang Feng scratched his head in annoyance and glanced at the fewer and fewer stores, "How about you play another song."
Yangyinnu raised her hands pitifully, "It's boring!" Then she asked worriedly: "Store manager, if there is no response from VIA, do we have to remove all the hosts before Christmas?"
"No!" Tang Feng shook his head firmly, "In this industry, such an absolute thing has never happened. Moreover, I think there is definitely something wrong with the new product?"
"Why?"
"There's no reason? There's just something wrong!"
………………….
"If there is no problem, there must be a problem!"
On the second floor of Fucheng Garden Villa, Zhao Song picked up his mobile phone.
If there is no problem, the memory standards will be in the hands of the Americans, and the island countries, South Korea, and the Gulf will be completely reduced to processing factories.
That would be an even worse patent barrier environment than in another time and space.
Will they be happy with the island countries, South Korea, Wanwan, and Europe?
So there must be something wrong.
"Ding Tao, receive the goods, we are dealing with PC133 memory!"
"yes!"
At the same time, deafening cheers suddenly came from a simple room in the Tesla Industrial Park.
Shi Ming grinned widely and quickly took out his cell phone and called Zhao Song.