"Heh," the diplomat sneered, "whether the chips have quality issues will be judged by professional testing agencies, not by you, a news reporter, spouting nonsense."
The reporter from Pengpai News felt very uncomfortable being rebuffed and retorted, "Who knows if those agencies have been bought off by you!"
The diplomat's face grew even colder. "If you don't believe the test reports, you don't have to buy them. My country is different from yours; we never force sales!"
"Moreover, the United States has not yet lifted its chip ban on us. Whether we are willing to sell to you is another matter."
Subsequently, reporters from other countries asked more tricky questions, all of which were forcefully retorted by the diplomat.
...
After the press conference, a new headline topped the trending search list.
[High-precision chip prices fall from 300 to 90, chip prices officially enter the two-digit era!]
Within the trending search results, a pinned comment resonated with the public.
If chip prices are cheaper, can the prices of mobile phones and computers also be reduced a bit?
Lithography machines and chips are too far removed from the lives of ordinary people, but mobile phones are indispensable tools in modern life.
Naturally, mobile phone prices also captured everyone's attention, sparking heated discussions.
Longwei Group, the first company to sign a cooperation agreement with the Dragon Country National Chip Factory, was the first to make a statement.
They announced a 10% price reduction for their next flagship mobile phone.
Following suit, other domestic companies using the new chips also announced price reductions ranging from 5% to 15%!
As domestic companies lowered their prices, people collectively turned their attention to foreign companies, starting to @ them on Weibo, asking if they wanted to use Dragon Country chips and if they would follow suit in reducing prices.
The netizens were unaware that at this very moment, those foreign companies, after receiving one-nanometer precision chips produced in Dragon Country from reporters, were completely panicked.
At the banana phone company headquarters, the chief professor in the testing workshop couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the freshly released report.
"Who exactly is this 'Kun Peng' code-named individual? How did he achieve such high precision? This is unscientific!"
The assistant beside him tentatively spoke, "Professor, if it's just a one-nanometer precision chip, our laboratory also has the capability to produce it."
"What if... what if these chips were made in their laboratory, just to mislead us?"
"Impossible!" the professor replied without hesitation, raising his hand to slap the assistant on the head. "Setting aside costs, our laboratory, with the collaboration of thousands of people, can only complete over a hundred one-nanometer precision chips per month, and most of them are rejects."
"They distributed nearly ten thousand to reporters from various countries for free. With such a large quantity, it is absolutely impossible for them to be handmade in a laboratory; it must be mass-produced by large lithography machines on a production line!"
The assistant rubbed his head. "But Professor! If they truly have such strong capabilities to mass-produce one-nanometer precision chips..."
"Why? A while ago, due to the US chip sanctions, many high-tech industries in Dragon Country fell into production crises, and their officials even stood up to express their strong protests!"
"Dragon Country people have always been cunning," the professor gritted his teeth. "I've read their military treatises. This is probably one of their Thirty-Six Stratagems – 'Opening a Plank Path to Take Chencang'."
"Immediately arrange for people to enter Dragon Country and dig up all the information on Kun Peng. If they can be bought, buy them. If they cannot be bought..."
The professor made a throat-slitting gesture across his neck!
People die for wealth, birds die for food. He wasn't the only one. After verification confirmed that Dragon Country truly possessed large-scale production of one-nanometer precision lithography machines,
Many Western capitalists and politicians made the same decision: find out Kun Peng's true identity. Cooperate and stay, refuse to cooperate, and eliminate them physically.
As a large number of spies and corporate espionage agents flooded into Dragon Country, coupled with traitors, foreign flunkies, public intellectuals, and those who were bought off and corrupted by them,
Dragon Country's surface remained calm, but in reality, it had already fallen into a state of turbulent undercurrents.
However, these things were of little concern to Jing Mingqiu.
In their impression, a sophisticated machine like a lithography machine would at least be completed by an elderly professor or a scholar in his prime, who had lived in obscurity for twenty years, dedicating all his efforts.
Jing Mingqiu was nineteen years old this year, just admitted to university. Twenty years ago, he hadn't even been born, so he was completely out of their consideration.
Jing Mingqiu, accompanied by the two beautiful girls Mo Ruixue and Jing Rou, spent the afternoon strolling through the commercial street, bought a lot of clothes, and then had a beef hot pot dinner before returning to school contentedly.
Upon reaching the dormitory, Jing Mingqiu lay on his bed, took out his phone, and was playing a game with his roommates when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Stop knocking, the door isn't locked, just come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dormitory door was pushed open. Feng Weiguo, along with a group of teachers, walked in. Upon seeing their principal, Tang Bei and the others instinctively stuffed their phones into their pockets and hid them.
"What are you hiding?" Jing Mingqiu raised an eyebrow. "We are university students now, we can bring our phones. Don't just stand there, we're about to start a team fight."
Under Jing Mingqiu's urging, Tang Bei hesitantly took his phone out of his pocket, glanced cautiously at Feng Weiguo, met his gaze, and quickly lowered his head, staring intently at the screen and tapping rapidly.
"Principal, please wait a moment. We'll talk about whatever it is after this game. The game can't be paused, and we can't let our teammates down."
Feng Weiguo nodded gently, a kind smile on his face. "It's fine, dormitories are meant for students to relax and rest. You play first, we'll just take a look around."
Then, Feng Weiguo, with a group of teachers, began to tour the dormitory, occasionally commenting on the hygiene and the various small gadgets made by Jing Mingqiu.
Jing Mingqiu didn't react much to this. Tang Bei and the others, on the other hand, were completely uncomfortable, feeling like they were sitting on pins and needles. After they finally finished the game, they quickly wiped the sweat from their brows, stuffed their phones into their pockets, and nimbly stood up.
"Tsk tsk, why act like you've made a mistake," Jing Mingqiu commented briefly on Tang Bei and the others, then put away his phone and walked up to Feng Weiguo, who was fiddling with a smart switch, shrugging his shoulders.
"Principal, you came to see me? Is there something you need?"
Feng Weiguo didn't answer immediately. Instead, he first shifted his gaze from the modified smart switch by Jing Mingqiu and then looked around the dormitory.
"I have something I'd like to discuss with student Jing Mingqiu privately. Please, could you all step outside for a moment?"
After Tang Bei and the other teachers had all left, Feng Weiguo first locked the door and then turned to ask Jing Mingqiu a question...