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Chapter 200 Low-key, do you understand (Part 3)
To be honest, Apple pointed the way for the industry more than two years ago.

The excellence of the Nvme protocol is undoubted. More and more manufacturers have replaced the solid-state drives of the Nvme interface protocol on personal computer terminals that require higher processing speed and higher game performance.

On the computer, the solid-state hard disk of the Nvme interface protocol is smaller and smaller like a memory stick, which can be regarded as an industrial progress.

However, when the flash memory used by mobile terminals also uses the Nvme protocol, there are still many industrial troubles.

Otherwise, Samsung and other Android camp manufacturers will not keep fighting UFS.

Of course, there are many other internal factors.

But this time the information made Su Xiaomu see more possibilities.

How to put it, Nvme is a known direction in the industry, but isn't there another interface protocol or standard specification to innovate the entire industry standard?

Judging from the definition of the names of knowledge materials in the small garbage system, there should be.

"I have been working on the software for so long, so I should start fiddling with the hardware myself." Su Xiaomu said to himself with a smile.

Afterwards, Su Xiaomuwo spent the whole afternoon tinkering in front of the computer.

Every time the knowledge given by the little garbage can bring a lot of inspiration, at first Su Xiaomu didn't consciously record it in a planned way, but gradually developed a habit.

"Sometimes God will secretly open a window paper for you, but if you don't pierce it, sometimes God will mischievously take it back, and you can't find it no matter how hard you look, and you will lose your inspiration."

Su Xiaomu made complaints while typing on the keyboard.

Who hasn't had a moment when an idea strikes and then is suddenly forgotten.

People like him, Su Xiaomu, who are not even considered programmers, of course have to cherish these inspirations, which may work at critical moments.

In the evening, Su Xiaomu turned off the iMac monitor. He planned to go to the company to connect to the supercomputer and use the supercomputer resources to conduct experiments.

I don't know how many times faster than he was typing and tinkering on his personal computer.

Some models can be thrown into the supercomputer for calculation as long as there is a guess, just wait and see the result.

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The sound of knocking on the door sounded, Su Xiaomu hurriedly got up and opened the door, took the bag and coat from Su Ho's hand, handed over the slippers, and ran to pour water in a staggered manner.

Looking back at Su Ho, he said, "What are you up to today? Why do you look so tired?"

Su Ho said casually, "The company has just started, so it will be a little busy."

Su Xiaomu wanted to sigh, and Su Ho quickly said, "Come on, you bastard, the comfort you say is not sincere at all!"

"Don't say anything. If you can, you can cook a meal tonight."

Soho just said that casually.

For a company that has just started, its affairs are really complicated. Although it is already looking for a professional manager, it is impossible to just wait for someone to come, and even if the professional manager comes, she still has to come to the place where she should be in charge of Soho.

Especially this time.

Su Xiaomu didn't hesitate, and said directly, "I can't make it taste good, you can't tell me."

Soho actually ate a whale.

After taking a sip of water, he hurriedly followed Su Xiaomu to his home with his chest in his arms.

Su Xiaomu murmured in front of him, "Su Ho, do you think people who know you will think about some messy things if they see you going back to my house every night before returning to your own?"

Suho: "..."

Thinking about... thinking about something messy.

We have a revolutionary friendship. We start a business together, and... ah, right.

When he thought of the excuse of starting a business together, Su Ho put a smile on his face and said, "What are you thinking about? We are partners in starting a business together, who would think too much about it."

Hey, Suho, do you believe it yourself?
When Su Ho leaned against the door of the restaurant and watched Su Xiaomu open the refrigerator in the kitchen with ease, and picked out various dishes from it for processing.

Su Ho felt the unprecedented charm of Su Xiaomu.

He whispered, "The little guy is quite handsome when he cooks." '

Su Xiaomu knew how to cook, but he had never told Su Ho about this skill and always treated it vaguely.

When she really has no choice, Su Xiaomu rarely cooks. Sometimes she would rather eat Ms. Cheng Qianwei's "dark cuisine" than cook it herself.

Rather...

His culinary talent is very good, fortunately in all aspects, he is good at knife skills, and he is also good at turning spoons.

It's just not as good as Soho, and it is good at judging different kinds of ingredients.

Of course, simple home cooking is still possible.

Su Ho was not satisfied with watching from a distance at the entrance of the restaurant, but walked up to watch Su Xiaomu handle the ingredients, light the fire, burn the oil, and put the vegetables.

Just couldn't find a place to make a suggestion.

"Okay, Su Xiaomu, you can't tell!"

At the dining table, Su Ho tentatively took a piece of food with chopsticks, and carefully put it into his mouth. After feeling the stimulation on his taste buds, his face was full of surprise.

Su Xiaomu nodded, and hurriedly lowered his head to pick up the rice.

I beeped softly in my heart, "I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see me."

Su Ho made it clear that he didn't want to let Su Xiaomu go, and then said, "You said you can cook, why didn't you tell me."

You can't pretend to be stupid when you say this, Su Xiaomu quickly replied, "You didn't ask me either."

Suho: "..."

did i ask

have you asked?
no?
"You don't like cooking?" Thoughts turned a thousand circles in his mind, and Su Ho suddenly caught Su Xiaomu's spot.

"If you don't like it, just say it, and what you cook is not as delicious as mine, and I won't force you to do it."

Su Xiaomu raised his head abruptly, "Then it's settled."

Su Ho, who didn't even change his clothes, was eating his food. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he felt very happy, and then he got down to business, "Su Xiaomu, that Mercedes-Benz was actually prepared a long time ago, and it's not a New Year's gift. "

"And then?" Su Xiaomu asked curiously.

Su Ho took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, "This is the New Year's bag I prepared for you. It will give me a good time to find it. There are not many brand-new cars. Fortunately, it is a top-end version and not many people pay attention to it." The talent remains until now.”

"I heard that this car is quite comfortable to drive. Don't you like Land Rover? I think Land Rover's accelerator is a bit heavy, but this car is different."

Su Xiaomu took the key and looked, hey, it's actually a Volkswagen, not an electronic key, so he said, "Santana? Jetta?"

"Phaeton! 12 tanks!" Su Ho glared at Su Xiaomu, thinking that this little thing really has little knowledge, and it's so obvious, why isn't he enlightened.

Su Xiaomu snorted, and then realized, "Just that invisible rich man's car? Is it driven by a fool with a lot of money?"

Suho: "..."

"This is low-key, do you understand?"

Su Xiaomu nodded again and again, "Understood."

After the meal, Su Xiaomu sat on the sofa, looked at Su Ho who was sitting next to him with his pillow in his arms, and said, "I also have something to say, I read the flash memory hardware specifications this afternoon, and I want to make some by myself. For test purposes.”

"I do all the hardware and software myself, but I don't know much about it. Can you find someone to help me set up an operating room?"

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(End of this chapter)