This radar expert had never worked with satellite frequencies before; radar frequencies and satellite frequencies are different.
After Xing Baohua asked a few questions, the worker couldn't answer them. The two chatted idly for a while before sending the man away.
Finally, having no other choice, I called Professor Cheng to ask if there were any experts in this field.
"Why are you suddenly asking about satellites?" Professor Cheng asked on the phone.
"I can't tell the truth, so I can only make things up," Xing Baohua said with a smile. "I've wanted to invite the motorcycle dealers to be neighbors with my factory for a while now. They've officially come here to inspect the business. The local government is taking it very seriously, since it could boost the local economy if it were to be established here."
Well, I'm also a member of the reception committee, and everyone is trying to keep them here. Among them, I know that there's an expert in communications satellites among the motorcycle inspection team, so he has a lot of influence.
So, I'm thinking that with my limited skills, I might try to get on their good side and maybe even get them to put their new factory next door to mine. After all, I'm not a professional in satellite communications and lack a lot of knowledge. Could you help me find a few experts in this field so we can cram at the last minute?
"You're really playing to their tastes, but will it even work?"
"Who cares if it works or not? To put it bluntly, it's just about finding common ground for conversation. Otherwise, why would I bother talking about things outside my major?" Xing Baohua said shamelessly.
"Okay, I'll find one for you as soon as possible. Hey! I actually know someone. He's quite accomplished in academia, but he's never actually touched that stuff."
Xing Baohua said happily, "I want the kind of talk that's all there is to it. The more they can talk about it on paper, the better, since it's all just bragging anyway."
"Are you sure? Okay, I'll have him contacted as soon as possible to come and help you." Teacher Cheng hung up the phone after saying that.
Xing Baohua was quite pleased; having someone who could talk a good game was better than him making things up on the spot. What he wanted wasn't practical experience, but rather superficial things like data.
This guy has absolutely no understanding of satellite data. What if he gets it wrong? That would be incredibly embarrassing!
The person that Teacher Cheng had found arrived at noon the next day. It was right around lunchtime; he was a middle-aged man in his fifties.
The other party told Xing Baohua to just call him Lao Chen, without mentioning his workplace. Xing Baohua didn't ask, since it was someone Professor Cheng had contacted, and they might not be in some confidential department. It would be awkward if he overheard and received a verbal warning about confidentiality.
The two of them had a quick lunch at the cafeteria, and after eating, they went to Xing Baohua's office.
After preparing cigarettes and tea, Xing Baohua took out a pen and notebook to take notes, listening attentively to Old Chen's explanation of knowledge, or more accurately, theoretical discussions, like a student.
Old Chen asked Xing Baohua what aspect of knowledge he wanted to learn.
This guy said he wanted to learn about communications and positioning.
Goodness, once he started talking, this old Mr. Chen began to recount his experiences, from Red Guard No. 1 to the current Red Guard No. 7.
It was explained in great detail, detailing the functions of all the satellites that have been launched so far. Even a communications satellite launched a couple of years ago was mentioned, explaining that it could not only communicate with the ground but also make local phone calls.
From the C-band to the Ku-band, and then to the S-band. Where are these frequency bands used? What frequency band is used at what distance from the satellite to the ground?
Xing Baohua's notebook was already several pages long, but it felt like Lao Chen had just started the conversation.
This guy seized the opportunity to ask a question: How can you save money on satellite networking? How do you do it?
"Save money? That's impossible. Do you know how much it costs to launch a satellite? Right now, it costs 130 million. Do you know why it's so high? It includes the cost of manufacturing the satellite, as well as expenses in all aspects. The fuel for the launch vehicle needs to be mixed on the spot because the fuel is highly toxic."
Old Chen didn't answer Xing Baohua's direct question, but instead said in a disdainful tone that it didn't save money.
That means don't even think about saving money for G; you won't save much anyway.
This is definitely not something an individual can handle; it requires raising capital several times over! If it succeeds, great; if it fails, many people will be dragged down with it.
In other words, capital can still hold out for a while.
Unfortunately, Motorola's initial operating model had some problems; otherwise, if they had succeeded, it would have been a super behemoth.
That evening, Xing Baohua hosted a banquet for Old Chen, treated him well, and arranged for him to stay at his hotel. Instead of going home, Xing Baohua went directly to the city hotel.
Look at what's in your notebook and reinforce it.
As he looked at it, he realized something was wrong. There wasn't much data he wanted; it was all superficial stuff. If Xing Baohua had the time, he could easily find out more.
Damn it, just as Teacher Cheng said, he's all talk and no action, what a talent!
If Xing Baohua knew that this Old Chen was the editor-in-chief of "Miscellaneous Talks on Weapons," it wouldn't be so surprising. Besides, finding references is easy for him, and they're the kind of references with official titles.
Old Chen fooled Xing Baohua, and Xing Baohua then used Old Chen's stuff to fool the motorcycle dealers. It's likely that the people who come to inspect will also take the stuff Xing Baohua used to fool him and go back to fool the board members.
The day before the motorcyclists arrived, the research and development team produced an inexpensive pager.
The samples are ready; now we'll move on to the testing phase. If everything goes well, we'll hand them over to Changhong so they can go back and produce them.
This money was hard-earned. In order to make Changhong the number one troublemaker, Xing Baohua lost the low-end market.
Unfortunately, time waits for no one, otherwise Xing Baohua would have had time to play at his leisure.
Now he has a new scam project, and the focus is still on this.
Although he doesn't understand the transmitting end, he knows about the receiving end!
The smartphones of his time didn't have GPS positioning chips.
He understands all the parameters, so the next step is to focus on hardware development, leaving the bulk of the profits to the wealthy.
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