I had a good idea of ​​resignation letter and sent it to the company, and it was almost noon.

Cao Yong kept him to eat in the canteen here, and many questions can still be discussed together, both old and young.

He was not in a hurry to go back, nor did he know when the US company would reply to him, so he had to stay here.

Only when the other party agrees can he become a free man, otherwise he will not be able to work in Hongmeng.

At 1:30 pm, a black car drove into SMIC.

Song Xingchen slowly walked into the research institute wearing a crescent white cheongsam.

Han Jun saw the other party as soon as possible and hurriedly turned his back to avoid being seen by her.

"There is another month to come, National Day. I was discussing a celebration in the company cafeteria." Cao Yong talked to her.

Later on the National Day, the significance seemed to change, and more people were able to have holidays.

Today's National Day is more of a meaning of celebrating the motherland's birthday.

Almost every year during the National Day, there are various celebrations all over the country, such as organizing the masses to hold parties, and schools will organize them to clean the streets and alleys of the city, etc.

"Yes!" The unit also has no holidays during the National Day. The first lithography machine was not successfully developed, and no one would ask for a vacation.

"Xiao Song When is your birthday?"

“June is over.”

"How did you live?" Cao Yong felt a little regretful.

She thought for a moment, "I have no idea about birthdays, I don't think about it."

It's not an excuse. After all, sometimes she may go into seclusion for hundreds or thousands of years at a time. Her birthday is really so important that she doesn't have to live anymore.

When she practiced at a critical moment, she thought she was about to celebrate her birthday. Once she quit her cultivation, she might explode and die.

"Your child, how important is your birthday, I will celebrate it for you next year."

"I refuse." Song Xingchen didn't give him any face. "When I'm not working, I prefer to stay at home to read books and play games, rather than just messing around with you."

"..." Han Jun felt that this future boss was really strong and did not respect his elders at all.

Cao Yong's attitude surprised Han Jun.

"You are just making trouble. I'm so old that I can't make trouble even if I want to. My child's birthday is my mother's goodbye day, and I have to spend it once or twice occasionally."

"Didn't you give too little work?" Song Xingchen glanced at Cao Yong.

She has no feelings for Song's mother.

If I had not occupied Song Xiaohua's body at the beginning, this body would have already turned into rotten flesh and bones in the soil.

Song Xiaohua is born and raised healthily in other worlds, and Song’s mother is not important to her.

Cao Yong also knew that she didn't want to talk about this topic, "You have a bad relationship with your mother?"

"..." This old guy, endlessly, "Everyone is dead, and it won't bother me even if it's good."

She didn't owe anything to the Song family, and even raised their only descendants.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with this, after all, this was a deal with Song Xiaohua.

But it would be nonsense to say that she owes Song Xiaohua something.

Fair trade, where does it come from whom who owe whom.

That afternoon, Han Jun hid in the corner and saw Song Xingchen's ability.

From time to time, various researchers came to consult her questions, and Han Jun was confused and confused because he didn't understand at all.

He used to be confident and proud, but now his dignity has been hit hard.

It can be said that no researcher in this company can compare with him.

"Uncle Cao, what equipment does the company make now?" During dinner, Han Jun ordered a few dishes at the county guesthouse, invited Cao Yong to dinner, and accompanied him and a glass of wine.

Cao Yong didn't hide it. Even though Han Jun was studying abroad before, Han Tingzheng's character was here, and this child's character has never been bad.

"Lithography machine!"

"..." Han Jun was completely petrified, and the chopsticks in his hand fell on the table without being controlled.

Cao Yong could understand when he saw the other party's expression, after all, he was in similar mood before.

Lithography machines are indispensable equipment for chip manufacturing. Currently, only three companies in the world can produce them. The annual production volume is limited and the price is expensive. The key is that they do not supply them to China.

Even at a price that is several times higher than the original price, the other party cannot compromise.

With the development of technology, chips are indispensable. Chip manufacturing technology is now completely in the hands of others. If you want to use it, you can only entrust others to produce it. This feeling is really boring.

Han Jun came to his senses after a long time, "Uncle Cao is so amazing."

Cao Yong waved his hand, "I can't do it. Xiao Song took out this technology. We couldn't even do it according to the design drawings, so we could only move the factory here."

I learned from my grandfather that Song Xingchen was also assisting in the development of lithography machines, but I didn't know that this technology was made by her.

Thinking of his arrogance when he first returned to China, looking at the present, he really wanted to find a crack to get in.

After about a week, he received a reply from Yano Company, agreeing to his resignation.

Han Jun rushed to Hongmeng Company as soon as possible. This time, his attitude was much more humble than before.

Grandpa is right. His ability is indeed not enough to be seen in Hongmeng Company.

Especially after joining the company, I learned that Hongmeng Company had developed a Nuwa system itself, which supports PC version and mobile version, and was completely speechless.

PC manufacturers in the world today use the core technology of the United States. Some newly established companies seem to be high-tech manufacturers, but they are actually assembled goods in coats.

After all, the most important component is to use foreign patents.

Hongmeng Group wants to build a completely Chinese brand, with its ideals and appetite, which is not bad.

As for the later operation of the Nuwa system, it depends on the feedback from customers after the finished product is released. He can't see anything only when he looks at the data, after all, he has not participated in it.

The key is still unintelligible, and this is embarrassing.

The backbone who was originally involved in important research projects abroad suddenly became a cute newbie after returning to China.

"Uncle Cao, will we export these equipment at that time?"

"I don't know this. It depends on the above meaning, but it is unlikely in the short term. After all, our production volume is limited, and the demand for Hongmeng Group is also high. In the future, it will build an integrated circuit manufacturing company here, which is controlled by the state."

When Han Jun was working, he would come to Cao Yong to chat and communicate with him, and he could learn a lot.

Cao Yong himself is a teacher, and he will not refuse as long as young people want to learn.

As time entered November, SMIC burst into cheers on a dark afternoon.

Especially Cao Yong, when he saw the huge equipment in front of him, he burst into tears.

"It's finally successful!" His palm trembled and stroked the extremely shell, "It's been more than half a year."

Song Xingchen sat sideways on the wooden chair, putting his arms on the armrests and supporting his chin. Looking at the dozens of people in front of him, he always felt incredible.

Being too excited!

"Teacher Song, we conservatively estimate how many units can we produce in a year?" asked a middle-aged female researcher next to her.

"It's about 14 or 5 units." She gave an accurate data.

The female researcher calculated silently in her mind, "If we sell it abroad for 50 million meters of gold, we can create 6071 yuan worth of the country every year!"

Song Xingchen tilted his head and looked at the other party, "Fifty million is too cheap, right? This technology is ahead of the world, at least 100 million, don't underestimate your own abilities."

No one present would treat Song Xingchen as a child. What she did was not at all in line with the logical thinking of her peers.

The integrated circuit manufacturing plant has also been reported and will be settled in the high-tech park next year. When Hongmeng Group is officially established, it will be able to use its own chips.

"Miss, the villa has been completed."

When Song Xingchen heard this news, he was also inspiring. Although it was good to live in the county, it was inevitable that he was a little noisy.

In the past two years, the number of villagers living in the county has increased by about 30% compared to more than two years ago. The neighbors are also louder, and they can hear the noisy noises in the yard.

"You've seen it all?"

"Yes." Mo Wuqian stared at the whole time, not to mention how satisfied the decoration style there was. He felt satisfied when he thought of having to manage such a large villa in the future.

After all, before coming to the Song family in China, his previous employer lived in a large castle covering an active area.

The place is too small to be enough for him to display.

"Then let's get the money back." She didn't plan to go there. Mo Wuqian had no problem after seeing it, so there was definitely no problem. He still had this vision.

Smart homes can be installed after they are released in the future, without affecting the overall layout.

"On weekdays, please pay attention to ventilating and move in again in the middle of next year.

"good."

The house has just been built, and there will inevitably be other smells such as paint in the house, so it naturally requires long-term ventilation.

Especially for the swimming pool, the pool water needs to be replaced regularly, and the house needs to be cleaned and maintained regularly, which requires hiring a large number of people.

Recruiting people is Mo Wuqian's responsibility, and of course he has already started to take action.

"It's better to move before the lady's birthday next year." Mo Wuqian considered since childhood, "Next year, the lady's coming-of-age ceremony can hold a birthday party in his new house."

"..." Song Xingchen thought that Mo Wuqian grew up abroad since childhood and later served the upper class aristocrats. He basically held luxurious dinners during the coming-of-age ceremony of girls, and may have been used to this process.

She had no objection to this and nodded in agreement.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the 1990s. This year, Song Xingchen is eighteen years old.
Chapter completed!