The southern mountainous area is a two-hour drive away. Xing Baohua sighed: "With that time, we might as well go back to central Shandong."

We arrived at a place, but we didn't know where it was. The building was built halfway up the mountain, and we had to go through layers of approvals before we could enter.

It wouldn't be accurate to say it was heavily guarded, but there were definitely many sentry posts to be seen.

The houses were all built of stone. And they were built very neatly.

There are also buildings on the mountaintop. If you see two huge pot lids, you'll know what they are. This place is not ordinary.

I wonder how Li Wengang got in. He's probably not from the same system, and he even brought in Xing Baohua, an outsider? Li Wengang is quite capable.

The two walked to an office building, and Li Wengang told Xing Baohua to stand still and not to look at him, as he would come out in a little while.

After a short while, Li Wengang came out with a middle-aged man, chatting and laughing, and beckoned Xing Baohua to walk to the back again.

After walking about two hundred meters, there was an inconspicuous stone house.

When entering, someone checked identification. Xing Baohua's identification was a letter of introduction or something similar that Li Wengang was holding for him.

Xing Baohua didn't see what was written on it; he just wandered in without really knowing what was going on.

The little stone house looks unremarkable from the outside, but once you step inside, it's a hidden gem!

Xing Baohua guessed that they had entered a cave.

Li Wengang said, "Everything you asked for has been prepared for you. The rest is up to you. It's best not to say anything."

Xing Baohua nodded with a wry smile. Was it really necessary?

If he really needed it urgently, he could have just said so, and he could have gone to the trouble of making it back in central Shandong! Coming to a place like this made his heart tremble.

I arrived at a computer, but I couldn't make out the brand. It was already powered on and running, and there were floppy drives and readers nearby, but the readers were much more professional-looking, with plastic casings.

One of them, wearing a white lab coat (you could also see he was wearing green clothing underneath), said to Xing Baohua, "Comrade, what kind of chip do you need?"

"What do you have here? Can I choose something?" Xing Baohua asked.

"Can."

Then, he brought over a dozen chips of different models, with more models than his, and even some chips of unknown brands.

Select one main chip and two management IC chips, and begin writing the code.

The IC chips have different pin configurations, so wiring is also required. Fortunately, the reader allows for disassembly, otherwise it would be more troublesome.

The computer has no hard drive, so it can only be driven by a floppy drive.

There is specialized coding software available, so writing chip code doesn't take long.

Xing Baohua's hand speed is also fast, but his muscles tense up slightly.

Having done it once before, he didn't need to think; he just started banging the bucket loudly. This attracted a lot of attention, and people looked in his direction.

The atmosphere was quiet and oppressive.

The space was originally cool and comfortable, but Xing Baohua was unaware that sweat would appear on her forehead.

He was probably nervous too.

After finishing the code, Xing Baohua started copying it. He then needed two blank floppy disks to copy the code onto.

Tell Li Wengang: "Old Li, take good care of this thing. Whenever you want to work on a device, just use this disk to write the chip."

"Thank you," Li Wengang said politely as he took the floppy disk.

Xing Baohua just wanted to finish as soon as possible and leave this depressing place.

No one dared to ask or speak; everything was quiet. Xing Baohua didn't know how the people working here could stand this atmosphere.

On the way back, Xing Baohua smoked in the car, his hands trembling slightly. It was a slight spasm caused by the excessive force of writing code quickly and the mental tension. He would recover after a rest and calming down.

Next time, he'd rather go back to central Shandong and go through all that trouble than come to a place like this.

This is not a place he should come to.

The car went directly to the repair shop in the family compound.

Xu Dong was delighted to see Xing Baohua and went up to greet him, shaking hands before inviting Xing Baohua inside.

Xu Dong had seen the wireless equipment Xing Baohua had made, but he never understood that its principle was different from the radio equipment he had worked with.

He eventually figured out the function of the chip, which was beyond his comprehension. He had previously looked down on Xing Baohua, this young man, but now he was completely convinced.

They were also much more polite to Xing Baohua.

After catching his breath, Xing Baohua said to Li Wengang and Xu Dong, "I'll draw the diagram directly. Xu will make the circuit board. If I'm not here, Xu can make the electronic components on the board. Then, solder the chips on, and it will be ready to use. You won't need to call me over anymore."

Xing Baohua was drawing a standard diagram using a ruler, which showed his skill level.

Xu Dong also asked Li Wengang if this young man had formal training.

Xing Baohua sighed inwardly. He had asked the right question. He was indeed a professionally trained actor, but he was not from this era.