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Chapter 202 Sorry!He is so fast!

It starts at eight in the morning.

Ends at ten o'clock at night.

After working hard and calculating, within [-] hours, the first batch of CPUs were pushed out.

Because it is a trial run, the number is not large, but everyone is very excited to see these CPUs covered by metal backplanes.

Especially the people from the investment promotion department of Changshi City, they all wanted to reach out, but with Mo Yu still present, they were too embarrassed to take the credit for the boss first, so they could only keep paced around.

From time to time, I poked my head over and wanted to take out a piece to play with!
The work of attracting investment is very miserable. You need to carry a briefcase, lobby each family, and then drink with you.

A few people of the older generation still remember that in order to attract a few industries, others filled the glass with wine, a glass of [-]!
Now there is such an industry, as long as it stabilizes and develops slowly, it can bring a lot of capital and job opportunities to Changshi!
At that time, those present, even myself, who is about to retire, will be able to raise it further!
Mo Yu casually picked up a piece and put it in the palm of his hand.

On the cover of the CPU, the information of this CPU is laser engraved.

Spark-CS-1100
12-24 4.5GHz
24CS08
Putting it in his hand and looking at it for a moment, Mo Yu put the CPU under the lens.

"Xinghuo is the name of this CPU. CS stands for Changshi. If it's Donghai, it's DH. Lingnan is LN. Qiancheng is QC. 1100 is the basic model. There will be better models in the future, and the number will also increase accordingly. .”

"In the second line, 12 represents twelve large cores, 24 represents 24 threads, and 4.5GHz is the frequency of a single core! The base frequency, so there is no need to overclock!"

"The bottom line means the batch in August 24 in Changshi!"

"The specific launch time of this batch of CPUs will take another two days, and the corresponding data will be released at that time, so don't worry!"

"Supply is very sufficient!"

"Of course, in order to prevent foolishness, the CPU this time uses the standard interface template of the blue factory. Those who use the red factory CPU need to change the motherboard!"

Putting down the CPU, Mo Yu nodded slightly to those who couldn't hold back behind him, and then stepped aside to let these people and reporters appear on stage.

This is their moment, theirs.

East China Sea.

When they learned that Changshi was the first to produce the CPU, the crowd jumped out of anger.

It was actually preempted by others.

"Let the factory manager and all his subordinates come to see me!"

No one answered, and when they went to the control room of the factory, they were greeted with a thick stack of resignation notices.

Holding a thick resignation notice, the director felt like a concubine. This time, the time was too short and these people hadn't signed the contract yet, so even if he wanted to pinch their braids, he couldn't pinch them.

If you poke it open, you have to be told by others: You don’t even give contracts to high-end talents?

The machine was still roaring, and at a roadside stand not far from the factory, a group of people were drinking wine and eating barbecue.

"Director, is it not good for us to leave like this?"

"Then you go back! Tmd, the task we've been assigned is GPU, and that shit keeps making CPUs! Make a hammer!" Choking, the factory manager lowered his head and continued to drink.

After finishing the wine in his hand, he raised his head and looked at the people around him.

"I'm going to Qiancheng, are you interested?"

"Then let's go together!"

"Let's go together!"

The night of the Dragon Kingdom is the day of America.

Daytime does not understand the darkness of night, just like the Grand Commander does not understand Xiao Huang's mood.

Sitting in front of the Grand Commander, Huang, who used to be high-spirited, is now like a child who has made mistakes, very restrained, his hands and feet are shaking non-stop, as if they are not his.

Behind him are Aunt Su and Xiao Moore, the new generation heir of Blue Factory.

Outside, the three of them are the big bosses who guide the country, but here, they can only sit obediently on the chairs.

Opposite them, the Grand Commander was watching the live broadcast from Dragon Kingdom with the help of his secretary.

Of the four factories, two factories produce CPUs and two factories produce GPUs.

The production capacity is very outrageous, and the speed is very fast, so fast that the commander-in-chief casts his eyes on Lao Huang from time to time.

That look seemed to say: Are you a money printing machine?
While the three waited anxiously, the commander waved to the secretary.

The secretary lowered his head slightly, bent over and slowly retreated to the door, opened it and walked out.

Closing his eyes and sorting out his words, the commander looked at the three people in front of him.

"How long does it take you to produce a chip?"

"It will take about a year at the fastest from the finalization of the design to the final testing and packaging! And this is on the premise that everything goes well!"

Lao Huang was the first to answer. It was his first time to come to this place. Moreover, the man in front of him was a commander who was over ten thousand people.

If you can catch his eyes, give yourself some preferential policies, and take off casually.

After keeping the time, his voice sank and the topic changed.

"If it doesn't go well, this time will have to be extended!"

The commander pointed at the phone screen.

"What if just manufacturing the package like they did?"

After pondering for a moment, Lao Huang revealed a time that he thought was very fast.

"About three months!"

"Three months?" the commander asked back, his voice was very low.

"Then why do they only need one day?"

It was a very plain sentence, but it caused the three people present to break into a cold sweat.

If the answer is bad, everyone will die.

Squeeze toothpaste at the player, that's what it should be.

Squeezing toothpaste at the commander is courting death.

The three people's brains were running fast, and the old Huang Gui still had a lot of ideas.

He raised his hand, and directly said a metaphor that the Grand Commander could understand.

"The problem of poor craftsmanship! In the ancient Long Kingdom, building a wooden house requires dozens or hundreds of workers to spend about six months!"

"In modern times, for the same house, according to the standard design drawings, the factory only needs one week to process the wood!"

"It only takes two or three days for the on-site installers to pull the frame up!"

"As long as the rest of the installation process is standard enough, the completion time will be very fast!"

"No more than a month at most!"

"It's the same as building a house, but we are chiseling a piece of rock bit by bit!"

"The craft on the other side is to build a house on flat ground, or a house that doesn't need a foundation!"

"He's so fast! Sorry!"

"This is the difference in craftsmanship!"

Hearing this explanation, the commander-in-chief gave a wry smile, raised his right hand, and kept rubbing his temple.

After kneading like this for a few minutes, he wearily raised his left hand and waved it a few times, signaling the three to leave.

When he was alone in the room again, the commander got up and went to the window.

"God! Why do you want to disappoint the widow so much! Did the widow do something wrong?"

Outside the window, there was bright sunlight, and the sunlight did not give the commander an answer.

After the sun slowly climbed to the center of the earth, the commander returned to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed a few familiar people.

As soon as it was connected, the Grand Commander said in a deep voice:

"Now, America's glory rests on your shoulders!"

"You must complete the construction of the thermonuclear fusion power station within ten months!"

"Understand?"

(End of this chapter)