Chapter 531 Geniuses Are Always Treated Favorably (Bug Fixing): Grasping the Main Contradiction

Fortunately, Deputy Director Jiang understood the principle of "casting a long line to catch a big fish" and the importance of knowing when to hold back and when to relax. He scared Principal Tian away the first time they met.

His next request was quite simple and down-to-earth.

That is, he hopes that the Hong Kong Microelectronics Centre can accept young engineers selected by the Shanghai Centre for further training.

Upon hearing the words "further studies," Wang Xiao instantly felt that things were looking up.

She didn't know about other types of advanced training, but she knew about the doctors who were doing advanced training at the hospital.

According to her medical school classmates in the dorm across from hers when she was a graduate student, the department she worked in no longer had any resident doctors below the attending physician level; they relied entirely on graduate students, visiting doctors, and oh, a resident physician in training to do the front-line work.

Cheap and easy to use, who wouldn't love that?

Principal Tian had no objections as expected.

He wasn't as shady as Boss Wang, and he wouldn't go so far as to try to save money for the Microelectronics Center in this regard. He was simply motivated by a desire to help cultivate talent for the mainland.

While he was at UC Berkeley, he met many students from mainland China, and he also mentored students from mainland China.

His strongest impression of these students was that they were intelligent, had a particularly solid foundation in their studies, and were very hardworking. However, their previous perspectives were limited, so they needed a broader platform to expand their horizons.

Both sides reached an agreement, and the discussion became increasingly intense.

Once at the dinner table, they disregarded the rule of not speaking while eating and sleeping, and continued to discuss CMOS radio frequency technology and MEMS sensors with great enthusiasm. Wang Xiao felt his scalp tingling and seriously suspected that they were going beyond their level.

After finally finishing their meal, Principal Tian asked to take a short rest, saying they would continue chatting after he had rested.

Boss Wang couldn't hold on any longer, so he quickly seized the opportunity to make a hasty escape.

Jiang Shangzhou was both amused and exasperated. He took out a cigarette and nodded, saying, "Then, Mr. Wang, you go ahead with your work."

Zhang Rujing was about to nod when he swallowed back the words, "Now that we're in Hong Kong, we really have to do some shopping. Hong Kong is a famous shopping paradise."

Because he suddenly remembered that Boss Wang's move was one of the Thirty-Six Stratagems: running away is the best option.

She dusted herself off and ran away, leaving him all alone.

Before, at least Principal Tian was there, so Deputy Director Jiang probably wouldn't bring up the chip factory issue. Now that Principal Tian is on his lunch break, he's left to deal with it all by himself.

But why would Boss Wang care whether he lived or died? He simply waved his hand and left without a trace.

When she reached the door, she saw Jiang Shangzhou follow her out to get a lighter and light a cigarette, and suddenly something came to mind.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Shangzhou seriously: "Director Jiang, there are two things. First, you need to quit smoking; second, while you're in Hong Kong, go to the hospital for a full medical check-up. I'll arrange the check-up."

She said this because she had read about Jiang Shangzhou's life before she traveled through time—he died of lung cancer, and he wasn't that old at the time.

As for the exact year he passed away, Wang Xiao genuinely couldn't remember.

Even though she transmigrated into this world, she didn't have any personal space or anything like that, so it's already quite remarkable that she remembered that.

Jiang Shangzhou hesitated for a moment, then instinctively declined, "No need, I'm perfectly fine, no need to trouble yourself."

Wang Xiao insisted, "That won't do. You have to get a medical check-up. You, Dr. Zhang, Principal Tian, ​​Dr. Lin, I'm counting on you to guide me. If you don't live to be a hundred, who will I rely on to work in the semiconductor industry?"

At this point, she couldn't help but feel a little worried about Principal Tian.

Before she transmigrated, both Zhang Rujing and Lin Benjian were renowned figures in the semiconductor industry, and were still going strong despite their age.

But she had never heard of Tian Changlin's name.

Logically speaking, given Principal Tian's current fame, he should be widely known in the 21st-century internet age.

Wang Xiao had never heard of him before his transmigration, so there are probably two possibilities.

The first possibility is that he crossed the line and made a serious mistake, so the media stopped reporting on him, and his presence disappeared.

However, given Principal Tian's popularity and his concern for the development of science and technology in mainland China, this possibility is extremely slim.

Another possibility is that he died young.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out.

Most people in this world will be forgotten after they die, even if they achieved great things in their lifetime, because they will not continue to contribute.

Thinking about this, Wang Xiao panicked a little.

Principal Tian is of extraordinary significance to the Hong Kong Microelectronics Centre. It can be said that he is currently carrying the torch.

If he passes away, who will support the Hong Kong Microelectronics Centre?

Without hesitation, Mr. Wang turned around and met the gaze of Zhang Rujing, who was trying to pull her back so he wouldn't be alone with Deputy Director Jiang: "Zhang Bo, does Principal Tian have his own personal physician? If not, arrange one for him, a private doctor who will serve him exclusively. The microelectronics center can't handle the accounting, so I'll pay for it."

Zhang Rujing was dumbfounded: "A private doctor?"

Wang Xiao nodded, speaking with conviction: "Principal Tian's health isn't very good, is it? He even resigned from his position in Hong Kong due to health issues. Now that he's back in Hong Kong, we naturally have to pay attention to his health."

She turned to Jiang Shangzhou and emphasized, "You're a government official, so it's not appropriate for me to arrange a personal physician for you. You should get a physical exam; this time, get a thorough checkup."

I reckon civil servants now have regular medical checkups, but the equipment at top private hospitals in Hong Kong should be better than that of public hospitals in Shanghai.

Since even Boss Wang couldn't figure out exactly when Deputy Director Jiang was diagnosed with lung cancer or when her condition worsened, all she could do was arrange for a medical checkup.

Jiang Shangzhou couldn't keep up with her for a moment: "It's not my business, it's the private doctor's?"

Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?

But Mr. Wang thought there was nothing wrong with his arrangement and nodded with considerable satisfaction: "Yes, arrange a private doctor."

Then she instructed Zhang Rujing, "Zhang Bo, when Principal Tian wakes up, please remember to ask him whether he prefers traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine? Or does he have a preferred candidate? I'll arrange to find someone for him."

Zhang Rujing couldn't very well refuse Boss Wang's offer on behalf of Principal Tian, ​​and besides, he was genuinely worried about Principal Tian's health.

So he could only nod in agreement: "I'll ask him in a bit."

Mr. Wang nodded in satisfaction, then kindly reminded Jiang Shangzhou, "I'll tell you before I notify you about the physical exam. Just eat something light tonight and go for the exam on an empty stomach in the morning."

After she finished, she didn't give anyone a chance to refuse and simply walked away gracefully.

Zhang Rujing and Jiang Shangzhou were left looking at each other, and the former subconsciously retreated back into the house.

Lord, why did you leave him alone to face Deputy Director Jiang again?

Where did he get a 12-inch chip factory from?

Boss Wang, feeling better off losing his friend than himself, happily made his way away.

Once in the car, the driver asked the owner, "Back to the hotel?"

Wang Xiao scratched her head; she really hadn't decided where to go.

She left early because she felt it was not appropriate for her to stay.

She had already survived the ordeal on the river, which essentially gave the Shanghai Microelectronics Center more say in the matter.

If she stays there, even if she doesn't say a word, just sitting there will give Deputy Director Jiang the psychological suggestion that she will continue to support him.

Wouldn't that be dangerous?

If Deputy Director Jiang, who feels confident in his position, were to make further demands for more say, it could very well lead Principal Tian to doubt the Hong Kong Microelectronics Centre’s absolute neutral and fair stance.

This is detrimental to the development of the microelectronics center.

Therefore, Boss Wang had to cut off Deputy Director Jiang's further probing.

As for where to go after I come out? I don't know, I'll just wander around.

However, before going shopping, Wang Xiao still called Tang Yicheng and asked him to arrange Jiang Shangzhou's medical examination.

What? You're saying Jiang Shangzhou hasn't actually agreed to have a medical check-up in Hong Kong yet.

Ha! Boss Wang's logic is that as long as his requests are not firmly rejected, it is equivalent to acquiescence.

What? You're saying that Brother Tang isn't in Hong Kong, so we shouldn't assign him any more work there?

Are you kidding me? Hong Kong is one of the group's business segments. Ever since it was assigned to Tang Yicheng, unless he resigns or is transferred to another segment, Wang Xiao will not ask anyone else to handle all the affairs in Hong Kong.

Of course, if he can't handle it, she will step in herself.

However, it's just a small matter of arranging a hospital for a medical check-up. Even if Tang Yicheng is in Japan, he can arrange it with just one phone call.

This is what Tang Yicheng likes most about Hong Kong: it's simple, most things can be done by paying money.

Unlike in mainland China, where you often can't buy what you want even if you pay for it.

People will say, "We don't charge extra; we believe in fairness."

But the fairness they talk about is only a part of fairness that is particularly easy to obtain.

So you're forced to rely on connections; without connections, you can't get anything done.

He had even discussed this issue with his boss, wondering why such a trivial matter required connections. Why create a gray area when it could be resolved through normal means?

The Pearl River Delta, especially Shenzhen, is doing somewhat better. The Yangtze River Delta, however, is clearly lagging behind in this area.

Later, Boss Wang gave him an idea, believing that this was a typical remnant of the planned economy.

In the planned economy era, the key was not money, but connections. If you had connections, you could not only have priority access to planned resources, but also receive extra resources outside the plan.

And no one thinks it's wrong.

Conversely, if a person is able to obtain unplanned supplies for their unit, they will be regarded as capable by both their own unit and other units.

Even now, with abundant supplies and many businesses struggling to sell their goods and practically begging consumers to buy them, this mindset persists. What was once sought-after goods has now become scarce services, where connections are the primary means of communication.

So you need connections to see a doctor, and you need connections to get into a good school.

Hong Kong is different because it is a standard market economy where money dictates everything.

Shenzhen is different. It is a special economic zone and is deeply influenced by Hong Kong. It was also one of the earliest regions in mainland China to develop a market economy. In addition, it was originally a small fishing village and could not be considered a sphere of influence of a planned economy. Naturally, money calls the shots.

Even now, when Tang Yicheng thinks back on this incident, he still finds this viewpoint very interesting.

Indeed, after traveling all over the country for so many years, he found that the more active the market economy in a region, the easier it was to get things done. Conversely, there's an unseen hand that makes it difficult to move forward.

He subconsciously stopped and looked around. Was there another unseen hand here?

Ichiro Ishida, who was accompanying him and also acting as a part-time guide, looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked in slightly accented Japanese-English, "Mr. Tang, what's wrong?"

From a theoretical perspective, since the current chairman of World Microelectronics Corporation (WMC), Takeshi Kawanishi, has decided to leave TSMC, which is currently acquiring the company, and take a position at the Hong Kong Microelectronics Centre, he is the most suitable person to recruit talent in Japan.

After all, he had been the vice president of Toshiba, holding a high position and having extensive connections.

Moreover, the soldiers he personally recruited made subsequent management easier.

However, he refused to recruit Fujio Masuoka, a former subordinate of his at Toshiba.

He only sent one engineer, Ichiro Ishida, who had previously worked at Toshiba and later went to Taiwan, to come and visit him.

This shows that the two really didn't get along.

Tang Yicheng turned to look at Ishida Ichiro, still finding it unbelievable: "After Mr. Masuoka left Toshiba, did no other company really invite him to come out of retirement?"

Although the headhunting firm they had been working with for a long time said so, he always suspected that the headhunting firm was deliberately implying that Masuoka was too difficult to deal with, in order to use this as an excuse for the lack of progress in the headhunting operation.

Ichiro Ishida nodded very firmly: "At least as far as I know, there isn't."

Tang Yicheng frowned: "That's not right. The IEEE awarded Mr. Masuoka a special contribution award two years ago."

This is not some shady award, nor is it some kind of prize for splitting profits.

IEEE, or Institute of Electrical and Electronics Engineers, is the world's largest non-profit professional technical society. It is highly authoritative in many fields, including electrical and electronic engineering, computer science, and communications.

It publishes one-third of the world's related technical field literature.

It spearheaded the development of a large number of industry standards.

It's no exaggeration to say that Tang Yicheng believes Masuoka's IEEE Special Contribution Award is equivalent to him winning a Nobel Prize.

Good heavens! Even though Japan has several Nobel laureates, those are still Nobel Prizes!

Even if we don't treat the award winner like royalty, he should at least be highly sought after by various organizations.

Ichiro Ishida shook his head and said with a wry smile, "The company didn't previously acknowledge that flash memory was invented by Masuoka-senpai, saying that it was invented by Intel. It wasn't until senpai received the IEEE Special Contribution Award that the company changed its tune."

The company he mentioned was Toshiba, where he used to work.

It was this incident that made him extremely disappointed with Toshiba, feeling that he could not see the future or hope, which is why he chose to resign and went to South Korea first, and then to Taiwan.

No wonder he was disappointed. What is the relationship between Intel and Toshiba? They are not close partners, but competitors.

In the 1980s, when Masuoka invented flash memory technology, the two even fought to the death.

However, in order to cover up its oversight in neglecting flash memory technology, Toshiba even went so far as to attribute the credit of its senior colleague Masuoka to Intel. This shows how distorted and unbelievable the company's management was.

How can one see a future working in such a company?

Tang Yicheng also knew that Masuoka was unhappy at Toshiba. He spent ten years on the sidelines before he could start doing real research and development. For most of that time, he didn't have his own team. He finally gained enough seniority to ask the factory to produce samples. However, every two years, his biggest backer and only senior supporter at Toshiba suddenly passed away. He was then marginalized and forced to leave the company in his fifties to go to university.

Such a tragic life is truly heartbreaking.

He could only comfort Ichiro Ishida: "Tohoku University is very prestigious, and it's quite impressive that Mr. Masuoka can become a professor there."

Ichiro Ishida smiled wryly again: "Because Masuoka-senpai's mentor, Principal Nishizawa, was the president of Tohoku University at the time."

Who is Principal Nishizawa? Junichi Nishizawa.

He was the founder of Japanese semiconductor technology. In 1950, he and Yasushi Watanabe jointly invented the junction field-effect transistor, a milestone event in the history of semiconductor development.

He is known as Mr. Semiconductor not only in Japan, but also as a major figure in the semiconductor industry worldwide.

It's perfectly normal for a powerful boss, who is also a university president, to recruit his own PhD students as professors.

But Tang Yicheng astutely grasped the key point: "Back then? Isn't Xize now the president of Northeastern University?"

Ichiro Ishida nodded: "President Nishizawa stepped down from Tohoku University in 1996 and went to Iwate Prefectural University as president in 1998."

Tang Yicheng was confused. He had heard of Tohoku University, one of Japan's top universities, especially renowned for its science and engineering programs. But this Iwate Prefectural University was something he had never actually heard of before.

Could it be some kind of hidden top-tier discipline? Is it one of those hidden champions?

Ichiro Ishida shook his head with a wry smile: "No, it's just a very small university. It's not impressive in terms of academic reputation, research resources, or overall influence."

He couldn't quite explain it either, saying, "Perhaps President Nishizawa hopes to use his academic and management experience to help this local public university develop and promote the balanced progress of higher education in the Tohoku region of Japan."

After saying this, he probably didn't quite believe it himself, so he hurriedly added, "President Xize is a scientist who is more application-oriented. He spends most of his time in invention and patent application, rather than writing papers."

Tang Yicheng laughed: "Mr. Masuoka is truly his prized student. Mr. Masuoka has applied for many patents as well."

Why did President Kan Xize leave Tohoku University? Well, at least one thing is certain now: if Masuoka leaves, there's no worry about betraying his mentor.

In this way, the Hong Kong Microelectronics Centre wouldn't feel guilty about recruiting him.

Once Brother Tang understood this, his confidence grew.

He beckoned to Ishida Ichiro and said with a smile, "Let's go visit Mr. Masuoka."

As he walked down the street, he was still mentally preparing himself: endure it, you absolutely have to endure it.

When God opens someone's door, He will surely close their window.

It's normal for geniuses to have eccentric temperaments. It's the law of conservation of energy; people always have to lose some of what's normal in order to gain something extraordinary.

So what if he gets scolded? Even if someone slaps a door in his face, it's no big deal. At most, his nose will bleed and his nose will be broken. It's not like in the cartoons where his face is actually flattened.

Tang Yicheng took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

When a question came from inside, it was Ichiro Ishida who answered: "Hello, Professor Masuoka, I am Ichiro Ishida, introduced by Mr. Yamashita."

Yamashita was his senior and alumnus, and had also worked at Tohoku University.

The door opened, revealing a clear, handsome face.

Fujio Masuoka is 56 years old this year, not yet sixty, but his temples are already gray.

He was wearing a gray sweater, and given the climate of the Tohoku region of Japan, he didn't even put on a coat when he came to open the door.

Perhaps it was because it was too cold, so his expression was very indifferent. Even though it was an introduction from an acquaintance, he only glanced at the guest briefly and greeted him in a flat tone, "Come in."

Thank goodness, Fujio Masuoka must be doing well at Tohoku University; at least his room is warm and cozy even in the dead of winter.

The house is a typical Japanese home structure, which can be described as bright and clean, and exudes the warmth of family life everywhere.

However, it seems that Masuoka is the only one at home now, and his world is a mess.

The table was piled with documents, many of which were open but not closed, yet there was no dust on the table.

It's clear that his wife wasn't neglecting to take care of things, but rather that she dared not touch the books he had opened.

Tang Yicheng heard that some people are like this; they cannot accept neatness and order, otherwise they feel like they are in shackles, their thinking is confined, and they feel uncomfortable all over.

They have their own set of rules and order, and even they themselves might not be able to find the messy things they've left behind. But once outsiders tidy it up, their constructed world collapses, and nothing can be found anymore.

I guess Masuoka is that kind of person.

The disheveled Mr. Masuoka did not invite the guests to sit on the tatami mats, but instead dragged a chair in front of the sofa and got straight to the point: "Just say what you want to say."

Tang Yicheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank God, it seems that time, that merciless knife, can ruthlessly cut away a person's edges. Although Masuoka Fujio, who was sitting in front of him, was not exactly enthusiastic, he was not the strange tyrant in legends, the weirdo that his team and subordinates could not tolerate.

Brother Tang smiled and extended his hand: "Hello, Mr. Masuoka, I am Tang Yicheng, representing the Hong Kong Microelectronics Centre. Our Principal Tian Changlin greatly admires you. I wonder if you would be interested in working in Hong Kong?"

Masuoka glanced at Tang Yicheng's outstretched hand, and instead of arrogantly ignoring it, he reached out and shook it, but shook his head and refused directly: "I'm doing very well at the university, and I don't want to go to Hong Kong."

His voice wasn't even shrill; instead, it carried the weariness and gentleness typical of middle-aged people.

But this gentle rejection only makes it harder to know where to begin.

Tang Yicheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue his persuasion: "But, sir, universities are certainly good, with a free academic environment, and they don't require professors to immediately turn their research into money. It's a paradise of freedom. But similarly, Northeastern University isn't a company; it can't provide a production line. Top engineers like you, engineers who have made inventions that have changed world history, should have more opportunities to turn your inventions into reality."

Masuoka's expression instantly turned cold: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm not capable of making you rich. You've come to the wrong place, so don't waste your time."

Ichiro Ishida quickly pulled out a letter: "Matsuoka-senpai, this is from Kawanishi-senpai. He asked me to give it to you. He's been wanting to find an opportunity to explain to you that the company gave up on flash memory because of financial difficulties."

“At that time, if we continued to invest in flash memory, it would take at least two or three years to recoup the costs. Banks viewed it as a risk, and the company could not get any more support from banks. So at that time, the company could only look for products with lower risk.”

Tang Yicheng kept a close eye on Masuoka's expression, but the other party seemed completely unmoved. Even after Ishida Ichiro finished speaking, he simply took the letter and casually placed it on the table, showing no sign of caring at all.

He didn't respond to Ishida Ichiro, but instead looked up at Tang Yicheng.

Top scientists are incredibly intelligent. Tang Yicheng felt a pang of guilt, as if he'd been caught red-handed, so he quickly put on a smile: "The whole world now recognizes the value of flash memory, sir. This is all thanks to you."

Masuoka adjusted his glasses, his attitude remaining indifferent: "So, sir, I'm saying you've come to the wrong person. The patent for flash memory belongs to Toshiba, and I can't possibly take it to Hong Kong for you to use. The things I make don't exist yet, and they won't make you rich; they'll only cost you money."

Tang Yicheng smiled broadly: "Sir, then what you're doing is exactly what we need. The Hong Kong Microelectronics Centre focuses on development five to ten years from now, not on the present or short-term profits. We take a long-term investment approach. We have our own cleanrooms, our own production lines, and we also have partner factories. Any sample can be produced at any time. We are your large-scale laboratory, capable of accommodating all your brilliant ideas."

He spoke passionately, as if he had been possessed by his boss: "Genius is a gift from the Creator to mankind. Geniuses like you should have all their creations inherited and transformed into something that changes everyone's lives in the next five, ten, or twenty years."

"The Hong Kong Microelectronics Centre wants to hire you not to buy your past achievements, but to collaborate with you on your future. We believe you will push flash memory technology to its limits, and we believe you will make more world-changing inventions."

Tang Yicheng felt he had performed very well, and even felt his blood was boiling from talking.

However, Masuoka's eccentric habits seemed to kick in. He gave Tang Yicheng a strange look, then shook his head again: "No, sir, I have no interest in going to Hong Kong. I will stay in Japan."

Moreover, this time he refused quite thoroughly; he even stood up and opened the door to see the guest out.

Ichiro Ishida tried to make peace, hoping to stay and continue discussing flash memory technology, but to no avail.

He firmly demanded that the guest leave immediately.

Tang Ge was left looking disheveled and embarrassed. He went out and stared at Ishida Ichiro.

The latter also looked completely innocent; he had no idea how he had offended Masuoka-senpai.

Well, sometimes legends really do have some truth to them. He's known as an eccentric, which shows there's no smoke without fire.

Tang Yicheng was unwilling to give up, but he couldn't give up either.

Because his situation was very delicate, he represented the interests of Wuzhou at the Hong Kong Microelectronics Centre.

In order to establish the microelectronics center and to have Principal Tian take the lead, his boss had already relinquished the rights of Wuzhou to Principal Tian.

Therefore, in terms of attracting talent, they cannot simply rely on Principal Tian's efforts; otherwise, the presence of the Microelectronics Center Wuzhou will become weaker and weaker.

So, as the representative of Wuzhou, how can Tang Yicheng gain a foothold in the Microelectronics Center?

He can't just be the general manager, only in charge of the scientists' and engineers' daily needs.

It's important to understand that the microelectronics center is all about technology. In business-oriented organizations, the further you stray from the business, the less future you have.

Therefore, since Masuoka was the talent the boss specifically requested from the beginning, he had to recruit him.

Unfortunately, even after Tang Yicheng spent a long time reviewing the situation with Ishida Ichiro, they still couldn't find the problem.

To put it simply, geniuses think in leaps and bounds, and it's very difficult for outsiders to understand their logic.

Things that seem completely unrelated to ordinary people can easily trigger their wrath.

During dinner, Wang Xiao called Tang Yicheng to ask how the search for a hospital for the physical examination was going.

That's a minor matter.

After answering the question, Tang Yicheng thought about it again and again, and decided to report the setback to his boss.

Although it's embarrassing, it's better than wasting time and affecting the establishment of the microelectronics center.

After hearing the whole story, Wang Xiao asked, "He didn't want to leave his job in Japan?"

Tang Yicheng smiled wryly: "Yes, I can't move people's patriotism."

He recalled a Japanese scientist who actually made his research in a laboratory in the United States, but took the results back to Japan to continue his work and eventually won the Nobel Prize. Apparently, this person was the first Japanese scientist to win the Nobel Prize.

Is he despicable for harming America, or is he patriotic?

In any case, this incident proves that the Japanese people are indeed very patriotic.

Wang Xiao said "Oh," and then added, "Then let him work in Japan."

Tang Yicheng was taken aback: "Boss, are we just going to give up like this?"

While it's true that you shouldn't spoil them too much, you also can't spoil them too little!

In his view, Masuoka was a hidden gem that should not be given up easily.

Wang Xiao laughed: "Who said he gave up? It's fine if he works in Japan. He's not the type to do everything himself. He's a leader, he's the leader. As long as his team works in Hong Kong, it's fine."

Tang Yicheng felt that he still didn't quite understand.

Wang Xiao had no choice but to patiently explain: "It's just like a supervisor guiding a graduate student. There are plenty of graduate students who only see their supervisors once every few months. But as long as the supervisor guides the student at crucial moments, that's enough. When Masuoka was at Toshiba, he likened himself to the Buddha of the team and regarded his subordinates as Sun Wukong. He believed that he could just blow his breath and his subordinates would know how to do their jobs. He didn't pay attention to details or ask about specific plans, leaving all the difficult problems to his subordinates to solve. His subordinates didn't even know if he was working during working hours."

"This is the mindset of a top leader; there is no better leader than him."

"For now, we'll just let him be the leader, come to Hong Kong regularly for meetings, and assign tasks to his subordinates."

"When he was at Toshiba, he used his spare time and the company's platform to develop flash memory, which was outside the scope of his assigned work."

“Now, we will take over this role for Toshiba, providing him with the platform, personnel, and equipment support so that he can continue to squeeze out time to do what he likes.”

Tang Yicheng was stunned: "We're here to be Toshiba?"

Good heavens! Masuoka must hate Toshiba to death by now. To be honest, Toshiba is absolutely despicable towards Masuoka.

It was someone else who invented flash memory, and flash memory was invented while it was working for you.

You actually erased someone else's contribution and even went so far as to claim that it was invented by your competitor.

Wang Xiao laughed: "How could he hate Toshiba? His love for Toshiba would definitely outweigh his hatred. Toshiba is recognized as the leader among Japanese companies that focuses on technological development. Without Toshiba's platform, where would he have developed flash memory? He has been away from Toshiba for five years now, and has been working at the university for five years. He should miss Toshiba's platform even more."

Tang Yicheng was still somewhat skeptical: "Alright, I'll visit Mr. Masaoka again tomorrow."

Wang Xiao smiled and reminded him, "Focus on the key points. You don't need to completely convince this person. As long as he works for us, it doesn't matter if it's part-time or not, as long as we achieve our goal."

Geniuses always receive more tolerance.

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[Cracking] Listen to my excuse! I did write a chapter yesterday, but I felt it wasn't quite right, so I got up at 6 AM this morning to rewrite the second half. But then disaster struck: at 7 AM, our neighborhood lost power [Cracking], and my phone died, and I left my power bank in the office. I had to run to a convenience store to charge it, and then I finished writing this chapter. [Cracking]