“You should replace all the imported switches with domestic ones. I believe you can do it. But if you continue to use imported ones, or even our domestically made imitations, then I'm sorry, but if anything goes wrong, you'll be the ones to take the blame,” Xing Baohua said.
“If you put it that way, it really can’t be replaced in a short time. We have domestic manufacturers producing these things now. Although the technology is a bit outdated, it works, and gradual replacement is not a problem. It will just take some time. I’ll have a meeting with the bureau later to discuss it and try to get this done as soon as possible,” Director Qi said.
Immediately afterwards, Han asked Xing Baohua how he got in touch with Lao Bu.
Xing Baohua repeated it again, and Captain Han said, "You've taken a really roundabout route. It seems like you're losing money, but you're actually making it all back from the Japanese. No wonder you're a young entrepreneur! Your mind is impeccable."
“I wouldn’t dare call myself a young entrepreneur. You’ll have to get me a pass. I still need to run around to the oil department to sell the refined oil to them, otherwise I’ll sell it to other countries. The Japanese are also short of oil, so I can sell it for a higher price,” Xing Baohua said.
I've been at this base for several days now, and just like last time, I can only go in and not come out.
Xing Baohua did have some things to take care of. Besides going to the oil department, he also wanted to visit Su Ya.
"Others might not be able to, but you can. You can come and go as you please here," Captain Han said with a smile, adding that he would get him a pass later.
After chatting with these senior figures, Xing Baohua went for a stroll with his hands behind his back to check on the progress of the experts he had invited.
When Xing Baohua walked to the seats of the seven trainees, he saw a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight next to Geng Xin. He was wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit with several pens clipped to his jacket pocket.
Sitting next to Geng Xin, I looked at the computer screen and my hands flew across the keyboard.
When Geng Xin saw Xing Baohua approaching, she was about to stand up when Xing Baohua waved her hand and said, "Who is it!"
At this moment, the young man glanced at Xing Baohua sideways, then stared more intently at the string of 0s and 1s on the screen.
It's as if they're trying to find a pattern in it.
Xing Baohua is considered an expert in this field. He understands 0 and 1, but two groups form a row of 8 groups.
It doesn't look like programming at all; it looks more like a power supply unit in a chipset.
But upon closer inspection, it didn't seem to resemble the usual structures. Xing Baohua also became interested and stood to the side watching without saying a word.
Originally, her hands were behind her back, but now they are crossed in front of her chest.
After looking at it for about ten minutes, Xing Baohua figured out what was going on. It was indeed data related to power management.
Programming is tedious, especially dealing with numbers. You can use your brain a lot, but when you have to combine 1/0, it becomes too boring. Xing Baohua watched it for about ten minutes.
Xing Baohua turned to Geng Xin and asked, "Where did you find them? Are they from your school too?"
"No, he's from the Northwest University team. This guy is Zhang Dongshuo, a PhD student studying electronic structure engineering." Geng Xin introduced him, and Xing Baohua's eyes lit up!
What a talent!
We can't let this opportunity slip by!
Xing Baohua glanced at Dr. Zhang, then turned to Geng Xin, saying with a hint of anger, "And you, didn't you see Dr. Zhang was working hard? You didn't even offer him some water. Go to my place, I have some good tea, brew him some."
"Thank you, I'm not thirsty. Your presence here is affecting my performance. Go do whatever you need to do!" Zhang Dongshuo didn't even glance at Xing Baohua, stretched out one hand and waved it at him, while his other hand continued typing on the keyboard.
Xing Baohua gave Geng Xin a wink, nodded, and went to get the pass from Captain Han.
When Xing Baohua left the base, he was already thinking about how to recruit Dr. Zhang to his team.
You should first try to find out the other person's ideals. Judging from their appearance, they don't seem to care much about their clothes, so they don't seem to have many material desires.
So ideal?
Every ideal is built on a foundation of funding. There's also a project for those who want to go to space, costing $2 million per trip.
At worst, he could just be like the world's richest man, Marco Polo, and build his own space exploration company, playing around with rockets and such in his spare time.
Xing Baohua saw something novel in Dr. Zhang's technique—it was creativity.
The greatest strength of electronic architecture lies in its algorithm and data architecture.
Of course, this department includes many subjects, the most fundamental of which are signal and system science, high-performance technology and system simulation, as well as computer database principles and the basics of artificial intelligence.
The key is to see which aspect of development Dr. Zhang is focusing on. Bringing him into chip research and development would be like adding wings to a tiger.
In terms of chip internal structure, we have never had a leader, and we have lagged behind others by several generations in research and development and performance.
Now that we have the equipment and mature technology, what we lack is someone to steer the ship.
We have to dig!
Take some time to have a good talk with this kid, and try your best to meet all his needs. If he wants money, give him money; if he wants a lab, give him a lab; if he wants professional equipment, steal it for him if you don't have it.
I'll make a trip to the oil department first. I know some people there, so after contacting them by phone, they'll come over directly. The crude oil that the Desert Prince gave me was from a previous collaboration with them, so it's a familiar process.
This time it's refined oil, no processing required, it can be loaded onto tanker trucks upon arrival and directly transported to gas stations for use.
After negotiating for over an hour, Xing Baohua bought at a high price and sold at a low price, losing $23.8 per ton of refined oil.
A 100,000-ton oil tanker suffered a net loss of $2.38 million on just this one shipment of oil.
After leaving the oil depot, Xing Baohua checked the time and realized it was almost noon. He then took a car to Suya School.
Xing Baohua was in a very low-key Santana provided by the base, and there were two other cars providing him with security services in front and behind.
Besides his men, there were also two guards sent by the base.
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