"Sacred Light" moved the management of the headquarters to the imperial capital, but the R&D still stayed in Tianyang as much as possible. The original 12-story headquarters building was vacated and filled with scientific researchers from all walks of life.

During lunch time, Mr. Zheng Ping came out of the office to go to the cafeteria and kept saying hello to others along the way. He was old and was the first professor to join the "Holy Light". Anyone should respect him three points.

The canteen is newly built and can accommodate hundreds of people to eat at the same time. Japanese, Western, Chinese, and affordable prices are affordable and everyone likes it.

Professor Zheng ordered a Japanese meal to try it out, but turned around and found that he could not find a free dining table. He looked around in the crowd for a while, and immediately someone waved to him, "Mr. Zheng, there is a seat here."

More than a dozen people sat in front of a long dining table. Everyone greeted him warmly and squeezed him to make a seat for the old professor.

"Old man, you're eating foreign meat." A young man with a thin face pointed at the old man's plate, "Is this Japanese sushi delicious?"

"Hey..., it's just a bun of seaweed rice balls, with some sauce and vegetables added to it. It's hot now, sour and refreshing. This is fried shrimp, and the taste is pretty good. I'll try something fresh with Miso soup."

The old professor divided the sushi fried shrimps on the plate with everyone, and everyone was having fun together.

"Slim Face" bought four big chicken legs from his own plate and took them out to share with everyone. He also said happily:

"The food of 'Holy Light' is so good, and it's great to give money. I have no other hobbies when I come here, so I just want to eat chicken, duck, fish and meat every day."

Everyone laughed. When the old professor heard the 'skinny face' strong accent, he asked with a smile: "From Shaanxi?"

"I am from Baoji, I come to Tianyang for training in 'Holy Light'. Alas... I don't want to go back when I come. But it won't work if I don't go back."

"Length-skinned face" was both emotional and regretful, "We were engaged in diffusion silicon pressure sensors. We built the office in the 1970s, and they were called transistor factories to the outside world. They were mailbox units, and the neighbors who worked on rocket engines were from each other.

When the Dongfanghong satellite was launched, our institute was also a supporting unit and was later commended by the National Defense Science and Technology Commission."

The mailbox unit is a confidential unit, and there is often only one number for external communications. The dozen people at the dining table are also from all over the country. Everyone looks up and knows that each other has an unusual origin.

"Slim and Long Face" continued: "The Holy Light is going to invest in semiconductors for 30 billion US dollars, and the ministries and commissions have begun to organize an industry-wide battle. Our institute and brother units are almost blowing up, let's fight Mr. Zhou's Qiufeng together."

The statement of "Beat the Autumn Wind" is so appropriate, and everyone at the dining table laughed.

"Our products are used in aerospace and have been living well. But these years have not been done, and the technology cannot keep up with foreign products, and life is getting harder and harder.

The lithography machine we use is a product from Magic City in 1972. Compared with foreign goods, it is really necessary to throw it into the garbage dump.

Others can produce a wafer lithography machine automatically, and can easily produce hundreds of chips. But we are artificial lithography and chips. The process is backward, and the product indicators are completely uncompetitive with those of foreign countries."

The words "slim face" triggered a low sigh at the dining table. As long as you talk about technology, everyone will feel uncomfortable.

A middle-aged man at the same table said, "I am from Pingliang, Gansu and a military-industrial unit. If we talk about this lithography machine, we are full of bitterness.

Two years ago, hundreds of young and old men in the factory tightened their belts, collected a million soft coins, exchanged foreign exchange and sold Japanese second-hand lithography machines. They were only bought by patriotic merchants."

Bah..., the thin-faced young man immediately cursed dissatisfiedly: "The bullshit patriotic businessman costs several times the money, but the matter is still not done well. In fact, it is just a comprador. We can't buy it directly from abroad."

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "It is 'patriotic' to buy for us. Who makes us lag behind? The lithography machine we bought is still a loose piece, so we have to assemble it ourselves.

It's more than one million, and the lifeblood of the whole factory is on that machine. The unit attaches great importance to it. The entire factory has started training in selecting personnel and has also hired a professor from "Xijun Diary" to guide him.

Japanese products are really different. The lens is adjustable and easy to operate. The lens and the mask are connected by optical fiber, and the imaging clarity is one order of magnitude higher than that of domestic products.

This equipment is good, but it cannot be used after assembly. I don’t know what the problem is. We called the original Japanese manufacturer for help, and people said that this was not a formal channel shipment and did not provide any technical support.

Seeing that the equipment that we had finally obtained was not used, our entire factory was crying. More than one million were used to waste water, and we wiped tears as soon as it was dark, and we could die!"

A sigh rang at the dining table, and everyone muttered to themselves about their own suffering - it was too difficult, it has been so difficult over the years. They are not as skilled as humans and are bullied everywhere.

But after feeling uncomfortable, the young man with a slim face said again: "Now, the 'Holy Light' is really interesting. Mr. Zhou is the real patriotic businessman.

Three billion dollars were spent, and the equipment technology was given casually, and foreign experts were invited to give lectures.

This time I came here, it was a big eye-opener and a lot of insight. It wasn’t bragging. When I finished my studies, I would definitely improve the technical level of our factory for twenty years.”

The atmosphere at the dining table immediately changed with the topic, and everyone talked about what they learned from the "Holy Light". Some people learned photoresist, some learned wafer manufacturing, some learned cutting and polishing, and some learned advanced light sources.

There are so many institutes all over the country, with brother units everywhere. If you look closely, the domestic semiconductor industry chain is quite complete. Any technology given by "Sheng Light" will have corresponding units to undertake the digestion.

Some of the teachers in charge of the class were hired from foreign countries with high salaries, or Sophia was the one who guided them, or it was more likely that President Zhou personally went to the thinking storm, linking the brains of a hundred people, and filling in huge amounts of information within a few minutes.

This is equivalent to batch cramming training. Each time, hundreds of people, one month in semester, can provide thousands of first-class talents to the semiconductor industry in one year.

But thousands of people are not enough. The entire semiconductor industry chain can have millions of high-quality practitioners.

"I found that Mr. Zhou is actually quite terrifying." The 'skinny face' said happily again, "I met a senior sister who was a few years ago in class a few days ago. She has been abroad for almost ten years and was recruited by the 'Holy Light'.

Before, she was excluded by several old guys from the institute and went abroad in anger. She is now back and is responsible for reviewing cooperation projects. Oh my God, she knows all the things that are broken in our institute.

My senior sister took revenge now, slammed the table and scolded the old guy in the office as a stupid pig in the corpse of a vegetarian restaurant. The items submitted were all shit. It was really a curse in person. It was so exciting.

Those old guys are not very capable at all, and they are skilled in giving benefits and snatching the responsibility of housing. It is rare to see that they are scolded like grandsons, which is really enjoyable.
Chapter completed!