Now Song Xingchen still has about 300,000 yuan in his hands, and his purchasing power in this era is huge. Compared with his purchasing power in more than 30 years later, it is about 1:100. After all, these days, the food is just a few cents a pound.

Her idea is to prepare to do something in technology, such as doing business in computers and mobile phones, and also making games in the later stage. Isn’t the reason why she experiences life because it’s delicious and fun in the world?

She left Mo Wuqian with the next house rental matter, but she stayed at home and started to get busy with her computer.

Now her computer is still the earliest model. It has a bulky butt and is placed in the study in her room. It buzzes loudly every time it is turned on, and the computing speed is also limited.

At the same time, for her who has adapted to the light and convenient computers of modern society, although it is ugly, she has to settle for it.

Currently she is sorting out a piece of chip information from another parallel world. Now she has no money and still owes half of the project payment on the villa. Although she still has two years to go, she has to make plans in advance.

In addition, the technological development power of that world is much better than it is now. According to time, it probably surpasses the technological power of the society in the past century. The ability of this chip, both from peak and continuous performance, is undoubtedly.

The reason I studied this is to make a transaction that would allow her to get a loan, rather than relying on this and asking for money from it. After all, such chips are almost impossible to be used for commercial use.

Besides, she lives on this land and wants to make some contribution to this land.

This application is beneficial for aerospace, drug development, marine technology and weather.

Nowadays, the domestic chip field still buys foreign countries and does not have its own independent technology. How can this be done? She has the same skin color and hair color as the people in this land, even if she has left the category of "people".

The chip she compiled now is named Beishu, which is taken from the Technical Institute where she worked. In order to issue naming, people in the institute came up with many ideas, and finally named it after the institute and passed it unanimously.

Because there is complete information in your mind, the later compilation can be completed in about half a month.

"Miss, I found three places in the town. Can you see which one is suitable?"

After lunch, Mo Wuqian handed over three rental office spaces to her. After Song Xingchen looked at it, he finalized a warehouse located in the north of the town. It was once a warehouse from Xiangyang Village Commune period, with an area of ​​about 700 to 800 square meters. The area seemed to be small, but this was just a warehouse needed by a village, which was enough.

"The rent for this warehouse for ten years is 1,800 yuan, and the factory has not yet been found. In my opinion, it needs to be extended to the suburbs of the town. What does the lady mean?"

"You can look around in the radius of thirty miles. I really have no idea. You can go to the Zhang family to ask the old lady. She has lived here for decades and must know a lot of ways."

"good!"

In the backyard, Song Linyuan was wearing boxers and was soaking shirtless in the swimming pool. Wu Zhi was standing by the swimming pool with his little tail raised and shouting at the little owner in a singular manner. He spent most of the days in the backyard and rarely went out.

The middle of the swimming pool was deeper, and Song Xingchen also repeatedly reminded him not to go to the deepest places, but could only play in shallow water. The child also remembered that he never secretly carried his aunt to the deep water area to play. Song Xingchen was still very satisfied with this.

Honesty and trustworthiness are virtues, but in the eyes of most people, almost very few can be done.

Mo Wuqian arranged the warehouse decoration staff but did not find a suitable factory and finally came to the Zhang family.

"Madam, don't bother you."

"..." Zhou Qiuju was called by this title and her face turned a little red, "No, why are you here? Lin Yuan is here too?"

"The young master is at home and has not gone out." Mo Wuqian stepped forward and bowed, "I want to ask your help this time if I have something to do."

"Tell me."

Mo Wuqian told her the news that the Song family wanted to rent a place to open a factory, "I have been in the town for a few days, but I have never met a suitable one. The lady said she could ask her wife for help, and she had no choice but to ask her for help."

When Zhou Qiuju heard this, she waved her hand and smiled, "What's the point of asking for? There are still many empty houses in the town. Why? Those are not suitable?"

"Those houses are indeed not very suitable. I want to find a relatively quiet place in the factory."

"How old do you want?" asked the old lady.

"It takes about eight to ten rooms."

Zhou Qiuju thought for a while, "Yes, I'll take you to see."

Song Xingchen spent a week packing the first third of the sorted one-third to send it to the mailbox of the above research institute, and told them that the later ones would be sent one after another.

At the Institute of Software of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, a man in his forties and fifties, who was about 40 or 50 years old, was holding up a pen to write something, and was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Teacher, I received an email, please take a look." The person entering the door was a young man, who was about 30 years old, with unnatural white skin. Perhaps he was not seeing the sun all year round. There were obvious dark circles under his eyes, and he was thin, and he looked like a sub-healthy group.

The teacher sitting behind the desk, Cao Yong, the director of the Software Research Institute, opened the email as he said when he saw his students coming in.

"..." After looking at it for a while, Cao Yong's face went from plainness to excitement, then to shock, and finally lost, "Is it gone?"

Lin Guodong nodded, "I said at the end of the email. The other party behind him is still sorting it out. He can send it to us in about ten days and a half months. Teacher, what do you think?"

Cao Yong looked at the email with eager eyes, "Very good, very good, the theories and data inside have exceeded the level of our current research."

After saying that, he stood up and called Lin Guodong to run towards the laboratory, "Everyone knows that our current chips can only buy second-hand equipment from abroad. We do not have enough ability to develop chips with own property rights. Even in several technical discussions, everyone has conducted in-depth discussions, and it will not be able to do it for at least twenty years."

Lin Guodong is a doctoral supervisor at the Department of Electronic Engineering of Tsinghua University, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the director of the Institute of Software. Even though their department was just established last year, it started much later than abroad, and now it is just exploring step by step.

Now someone suddenly sent an email to their office, and it was the complete information of the super chip. How could they not be excited?

Lin Guodong, who was following Cao Yong, couldn't help but think, is this the so-called master among the people?

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Chapter completed!