Knight of the Light

Back from Causeway Bay to Central, there is a temporary dormitory in the office building of ‘Sacred Light Technology (hk)’. Dozens of square meters of suites, already known as luxury homes in hk.

When Director Chen Mu Chen returned, he sighed and sat in the small living room of the dormitory, holding a pen and a stack of paper in his hand, scratching his head and wondering how to write a report.

Xiao Jinlang was also bitter, and was also worried about how to write this up. It's really hard for everyone to meet someone like Zhou Qingfeng.

Only Ouyang Jun grabbed an apple and took a sip. He came over and asked, "What are you writing?"

As soon as Lao Xiao looked up, he asked, "Ouyang, you don't have to write a report?"

Ouyang Jun shook his head, "There is nothing to report. I will be responsible for shipping the goods. This week is always at hk, and the money will not be taken away by me.

I can return to Tianyang at any time. Just a rare trip to hk, I would like to learn more about the beautiful scenery here. Do you understand what I mean? First floor and one phoenix, have you heard of it? "

"I haven't heard of it." Chen Mu looked up and asked, "What else does‘ Holy Light ’do in HK except for the entertainment industry?”

Ouyang Jun really knows, "I heard that HK's real estate is very profitable. Mr. Zhou is trying to find a way to introduce 'harmonious construction' to the HK market."

Chen Mu was even more confused. "You guys are doing so many things in hk, and the British guys just turn a blind eye? No one is making trouble in the place?"

"Yes, who said no?" Ouyang Jun shouted out loudly: "There aren't any Vietnamese people making trouble this time, and Zhou has to come to deal with it in person.

As for the Englishman, I heard that there were any administrative officials investigating 'Holy Light' in the past few months. As a result, several inspectors and judges have been violently abused.

Even the British army camp in Gunhuishan channeled into a big wolf dog, biting and biting more than twenty Gurkha mercenaries and British soldiers. Finally let the dog run away.

In addition, Zhou also said that people who see instant noodles on the forehead are very upset. One day he was in a bad mood and sent all of them to the ancestors of the British Empire. "

Ouyang apparently knew something and intentionally revealed some information. He laughed at the Englishman's death and injury, but throbbed Xiao Chen and his heart.

"Zhou said, since everyone can come to hk to make money, why isn't he allowed to come?" Ouyang choked the apple more than half, "I think Zhou is right.

Alas ... once it comes to making money, there is no room for compromise.

Xiao Chen and the two did not speak, only when they didn't hear what they just said, they didn't know anything. They racked their brains to write a report all day. Zhou Qingfeng personally came over this afternoon, carrying two large boxes in his hand.

"Oh, you happened to be here this time. I happen to have a lot of smuggled goods in hand, and see if you need them."

Two large suitcases, super heavy.

Xiao Jinlang wanted to help a hand, and flashed his waist. Chen Mu also wanted to reach out his hand and almost smashed his back into a fracture.

When the box was opened, it was found that there were more than one hundred machine tools of different specifications inside. The two boxes add up to two hundred kilograms.

All knives are packed in small bags, and the model and type are also marked. Most are boron nitride coated carbide tools, and a few ceramic tools are sample gifts.

Chen Mu is more knowledgeable about machine tools. He grabbed a heavy drill bit and held it in his hand, and ran across the glass coffee table in the small living room.

The tip of the drill is extremely hard, making it easy to cut a glass of coffee table. The glass enlarges the scratches by its own weight, and when dropped, it drops less than half.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped in, "Hey, this coffee table is very expensive, it's thousands."

Internal cooling holes on the drill bit, lubricating coolant can be sprayed from the drill bit to improve cooling efficiency. This design is very new.

Chen Mu touched the tip of the drill with his fingers and looked at other machine tool tools sent by him. He was surprised and said, "American goods? No, I haven't seen this model."

All tools are in five pieces, standard interface, with tool description. From dimensions to installation to processing matters, they are clearly listed.

Chen Mu looked at the document with one knife and asked for a long time, wondering: "How do you explain this document just printed?"

It ’s not as if it was just printed.

The knife was lowered, and Chen Mu looked at the two large packages of electronics in the box. The number of devices is not large and the types are few. But the documentation is thicker and more detailed.

Hundreds of high-power gallium arsenide mos tubes are packaged individually to avoid pin damage. This thing makes the radar very easy to use, but the most attractive to Chen Mu is twenty chips in a box.

386ex.

Zhou Qingfeng is half-bucketed of water for semiconductors. He felt that the current mainstream was 486, and it was too eye-catching to take out the military-grade 486. It was even more exaggerated to take out the aerospace-grade Godson 30 years later.

So the mallet looked at the numbers and felt that a 386-level chip should be appropriate.

But the 386ex is a standard aerospace-grade processor that runs at 5 to 10 megabytes and is enhanced for the cosmic environment. It is actually at the same level as the military-grade 486dx.

It was only applied in the mid-1990s, and it was designed to change the space-based computer from control to core to high-speed parallel data flow.

It was the earliest in the country's 'history' to obtain '386ex' by import. The first time was that the Didu Control Engineering Institute used it in 'Practice V' in 1999, and it used it in 'Marine One' in 2002.

In addition, 386ex and 1553b data bus are also used in China as a central engine for aero engines. So this CPU is very versatile.

Zhou Qingfeng's "386ex" produced through reverse engineering in China has appeared since 2006.

Not to mention the prohibition of exporting aerospace-grade chips of this grade abroad, they are still using them. But Zhou Qingfeng not only sent the chip, but also the supporting data bus.

It is equivalent to letting the domestic product come out at least eight years in advance, which has boosted the performance of the onboard computer by two or three generations.

"This is really the latest '386ex' from abroad?" Chief Chen held a small square chip, and wondered how this kind of core secret could be obtained?

It would not be a civilian-level 386.

"You can take it back and test it." Zhou Qingfeng pointed at the box. "A total of twenty yuan, just use it. As long as you have money, what can't you buy in capitalist society?"

Cutting-edge aerospace-grade CPUs cost tens of thousands of dollars. This boy made 20 yuan like Bai Xie, making Director Chen even more suspicious.

It can be said that boron nitride tools can also look at the appearance to judge the level, but the chip can not know what grade it is by looking at the appearance.

Chen Mu put the chip back in, closed the box, and said, "I have to bring these samples back to the didu, and it takes a lot of testing to confirm their performance."

Speaking of this, Director Chen suddenly felt a heavy shoulder. He didn't know what to think, didn't even dare to call didu, and even regretted that he had always used a mobile phone to contact the outside world.

Could this be a fishing operation? Could it be a conspiracy of foreign forces? What other risks are hidden?

This is not Director Chen's suspicion, nor is he too careful. After all, the list of needs only given this morning, and the goods were delivered in the afternoon-which one do you use for express delivery?

Chen Mu is just a technical officer. He went to Tianyang to run a leg, adjust a research, spread a word, and do an advanced communication work. It is Amitabha who can get it done in two or three years.

But Zhou Qingfeng stepped through many tentative steps such as 12345, and he brought the goods over.

Too suspicious. Too suspicious.

The underground battles were silent and cruel, and the victims were like mud, scattered and unknown.

But if this is a special trap, Chen Mu feels that it is too high on himself.

Zhou Qingfeng invested tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars in Tianyang, and it was hard to lay the groundwork. He couldn't just hang a small bureaucracy for the didu ministries and commissions.

Director Chen stared at Zhou Qingfeng and thought, "Is this kid really a fool? Or maybe I accidentally hit the luck?"