Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

Monday, June 18.

On this day in 1984, it was an ordinary day. There was no business trying to calculate the meager income in the pockets of consumers, and there was no big data. Nanyi's behavior of buying a "safety umbrella" at the convenience store next to the hotel yesterday was not recorded.

At eight o'clock, just after entering working hours, there was a knock on the door of Nanyi's room, and someone sent over a document.

The materials were not very thick, and as soon as he got them, Nan Yi held a pen and flipped through them, marking the materials with circles and crosses from time to time.

What Nanyi has in his hands is the biographical information about semiconductor talents collected by Eagle Eye. It is not confidential information, it is collected from public channels, and anyone who is willing to spend money can get it.

He didn't have time to read it before, so he just took a look when he returned to Xiangtang this time.

Flipping through the pages, some of them have heard of the name Nanyi, and some have not. Those who have heard of it, read it quickly, and those who have not heard of it, have to read the resume carefully.

Those who can leave a strong mark in the history of science and technology basically have real talents and learning, but it does not mean that there is no gold among those who are not famous. In addition to real talents and practical learning, luck is also very important for scientific and technological achievements.

The information in the front is pure English. Seeing the materials mixed with traditional Chinese and English, Nan Yi saw a few familiar names-Zhang Zhongmou, Su Yingfeng, Li Siyu, etc., a large list of them are from Taiwan.

"There is no treasure island, no semi-conductor." Nanyi saw that Su Yingfeng in the information was only a fifteen-year-old girl, but she had already won the Westinghouse Science Award, and she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

It is no wonder that later generations of mainland semiconductor companies are full of experts and technicians from Taiwan. There are really many semiconductor talents in Taiwan, and there is no gap between generations.

Nanyi continued to circle and cross, and spent two hours reading the information. Most of them were crosses, and very few circles. The ones marked with a cross can be angel investors if they start a business in the future, and the ones marked with a circle can try to recruit them.

Nanyi has decided that Nanshi will enter the semiconductor field, directly invest in the establishment of its own semiconductor company, and set up four companies in one go——Amsterdam Big Windmill Company, Lijiapo Merlion Company, Beijing Huayi Company, and San Francisco Elk Company.

Nanyi wants to let Nan's semiconductor companies participate in the project to promote the development of lithography machines at this time, and become a member of the lithography machine family, exchange what they need, and keep abreast of the latest technology in the field of lithography machines.

And, always ready to start anew.

He also wants to see if Nan's can turn his brain into a chip and biochip before he hangs up.

In the future, intellectual property may become one of Nan's core industries.

You want to play Chopin's Nocturne to act cool in front of girls, but you can't play it?

It doesn't matter, connect to our brain mall, you can buy piano mastery directly or buy nocturne mastery separately, I suggest you buy piano mastery, we are now on "6·18" big promotion, there is a discount.

What kind of discount, take me for a fool, the price sold last month was cheaper than this, hehe, raise the price first and then discount, what a good way to play.

Damn, how does the amnestics department work, how does this ruffian remember last month's price? Dereliction of duty, dereliction of duty, I'm going to complain to my superiors.

Punishment, must be punished, and the amnestic department is not allowed to use lube this month.

...

After reading the materials, Nanyi put away the materials, and walked to Nan Ruofing who occupied the desk, "Dad is going out, can you get out?"

Nan Ruofing also put together the information on the desktop, and said, "Go out, I'm going to Jiudu Mountain to see the land. Daddy, shall we have lunch together?"

"No, I have an appointment, you can settle it yourself."

"Well, then I'll have a picnic at Jiudu Mountain." Nan Ruobing nodded, put her bag on her back, and followed Nanyi out.

In the parking lot, three cars go left and five cars go right.

Not long after the car drove out, I heard a shout: "Find a safe place to stop."

Creak, two seconds, the car stopped on the side of the road.

Nanyi pressed the electric control button, and the five-centimeter-thick bulletproof glass immediately dropped to the window, breathing in fresh air, and opened the car door. Nanyi immediately got off the station and stood on the side of the road.

Xiaohua quickly got out of the car, stood in front of Nanyi, and explained with a blushing face: "Nansheng, I have been taking medicine for the past two days."

"Farts are the turbidity of people, so there is no reason not to let them go. It's okay, but your women's farts are more stinky than men's. Say hello next time so I can be mentally prepared."

As Nanyi said, he rubbed his eyes that had been smoked by the ammonia water, and took out a handkerchief to wipe them again.

When the handkerchief was stuffed back into his pocket, his eyes unconsciously glanced down. With this glance, he saw a blue 10-yuan Hong Kong dollar wrapped in a piece of paper on the ground, and a red thread was still wrapped around the Hong Kong dollar.

Seeing this Hong Kong dollar, Nanyi felt bad.

No need to pick it up, he can roughly guess what words are written on the paper wrapped in Hong Kong dollars, nothing more than picking up this, he must copy ten or so, wrap it in Hong Kong dollars and throw it on the street outside, or do the same, Just what.

In his previous life, Nanyi picked up this thing a lot. It's not because he was unlucky that he often saw it, but he went looking for it on purpose.

He accidentally picked this up once, and he was still worried for several days. He picked up the one with 20 cents wrapped around it, 20 cents, how could a kid get 10 20 cents to do the same?

He could only keep the paper roll on his body for several days... Finally, he couldn't hold back, and bought "figs" with the two cents, um, they were delicious.

Figs are delicious. Nanyi, who is greedy and has no pocket money, has an idea. Whenever he has time, he will go to the highway to look for them. Not to mention, he will often get a little harvest. The money he picks up is sent to the consignment shop of the elementary school. , replaced with a variety of delicacies.

It was a happy time. There were snacks to eat every day, and I could eat them in different ways, such as figs, a dime of melon seeds, and a few pieces of candy.

Unfortunately, the good times don't last long. After picking it up for about a week, Nanyi can no longer be picked up.

So, he was so brave that he took out the last two cents that he didn't spend in his pocket, took out a pen and paper, and wrote on the paper: "Whoever finds this thing, copy it a hundred times and wrap it in two cents." Sprinkle the money on the machine-plowing road, and wait for someone who is destined to pick it up. If you don’t follow suit, you will die after seventy-seven forty-nine days.”

After finishing writing, Nanyi threw the scroll at the gate of the school, and then hid in the dark to observe, hoping that money would produce more money.

It's just a pity that Nanyi's luck was very bad, or very good. The person he picked up was braver than Nanyi. Ben consignment store.

In this way, Nanyi died before he went out to fight, which also prevented him from embarking on the path of crime.

After reminiscing, Nanyi bent down and picked up the paper roll, without looking at what was written on the paper, he directly pulled out the pen, left and right, and saw two children selling flags not far away.

"Little friend, how do you sell the flag?" Nan Yi walked over and asked.

"Uncle, two dollars."

"oh."

Nan Yi stuffed ten Hong Kong dollars into the donation box, then squatted down.

The flag seller took out a piece of sticky paper, peeled off one side of the "flag" and stuck it on Nanyi's clothes, and stuck five sides in total.

The kid who glued the flag said to Nanyi: "Thank you, Uncle."

"You're welcome, who are you collecting donations for?"

"Po Leung Kuk."

"Oh, be careful crossing the road."

Nanyi stood where he was, watching the two children go away.

After standing outside for a while, after listening to two symphonies, Nan Yi returned to the car and ordered the car to continue driving.

After a while, we arrived at Harbor City, which had just been renovated and reopened. After getting off the car, Nanyi walked towards a woman standing at the gate.

"I have the secret decree left by my ancestor Qin Shihuang in my hand. As long as you subsidize me three thousand yuan, I can open the treasure house he left me. When I succeed in restoring the country in the future, I will make you the prime minister." By the woman's side, Nan Yi said in a hippie tone.