Break out of the courtyard

"How much money has SMIC received?"

Zhang Heping doesn't care whether the Magnesians will steal the technology or not, or whether the Japanese will interfere.

To take a step back, even if the Chinese learn the 365-nanometer process technology, they will still have to face the cheap chip war between China and Japan.

Therefore, what Zhang Heping is concerned about now is whether the money from those foreigners has arrived, and whether it will end up like the ultra-thin color screen factory, where the technology was secretly photographed by the magnesium guys and the factory went back on its word and refused to pay.

"SMIC was just signed and established today, so the foreign investment should not have arrived yet!" Director Sha of the Science Printing Factory said uncertainly.

Zhang Heping frowned and said, "First of all, this company did not participate in Tingmei Trade's bidding meeting. In principle, we will not choose it for cooperation this time."

"Secondly, I was not informed of the establishment of this company. If someone else set up the company on their own initiative, then let it die on its own."

"Finally, please ask Director Wang what the situation is. If SMIC wants to cooperate with us, they must prove within half a month that they have the money in their account to build a factory and purchase equipment. We do not accept installment payments or midway withdrawal of investment."

"Wait a moment, I'll write it down." Sha Zhixiang said on the phone while writing, "One more thing, the money that was transferred from the Hope Project Fund account has all been credited to the account in the form of 1-year, 3-year, and 5-year government bonds."

"Also, a children and youth foundation was established in China last month. Director Wang asked me to ask you if you would like to donate some money."

This foundation had been reported in domestic newspapers, so Zhang Heping naturally knew the reason for its establishment, but he had never considered donating money to them before.

Since Director Wang asked, I can only say, "I will ask the Peace Charity Foundation to donate 10 magnesium yuan to that fund."

When Sha Zhixiang heard this answer, he knew that this was just a donation out of favor, and didn't say anything else.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Heping looked at the order form that Wei Chunqiao brought over.

Following the assassination of the head of the Magnesium Country, another celebrity was assassinated a few days ago, the Pope of Western Europe!

Umbrella Corporation signed several orders as a result, and the orders were introduced by airport security.

"We must control the quality of these equipment and strive to open up the security market in Magnesium indirectly through the Western European market."

Jingle Bell……

Zhang Heping picked up the phone on the desk and frowned after listening to only two sentences.

"I told you to be careful about the Magnesium guy confiscating your phone! Don't tell me you paid for it on delivery this time."

"Uncle!" Tang Qiang on the other end of the phone hurriedly explained: "The payment has been received in full, but the telecommunications company in Magnesium wants us to help. They said that if we provide the density of the internal filling material of the battery and some battery test data, the customs of Magnesium will release it. You see..."

"Impossible!" Zhang Heping said without question, "The Chinese want to crack the lithium-ion battery in the phone through reverse engineering. The battery factory in the mainland cannot provide you with data. Do you understand?"

While making the call, Wei Chunqiao gestured twice to Boss Zhang and then walked out.

When Zhang Heping hung up the phone, his second daughter Zhang Nan, who had been wandering in the study for a long time, came over.

"Dad, I want to go to the Super Girls 8 finals, is that okay?"

Zhang Heping looked at his daughter's hopeful eyes and thought that he had not taken them out shopping recently to be on the lookout for foreigners, so he asked, "When is the competition?"

"Tonight!" Zhang Nan's eyes seemed more eager, yet a little nervous because time was too tight.

Zhang Heping thought about it, then called General Manager Qu of ATV using his landline. After a brief conversation, he asked him to vacate 20 seats.

As for the original audience in the seats, they were asked to go backstage and interact with the participating girls at close range.

"Thank you, Dad!" Zhang Nan didn't wait for Zhang Heping to hang up the phone. She hugged her father's neck, kissed him on the cheek, and ran away, "I'll go tell Mom."

Zhang Heping then called Tang Hu, the security chief of Umbrella, to arrange a trip to the TV station in the evening.

The top 16 contestants of Super Girl were selected in early May.

The top 8 will be selected today, probably to prepare for the finals next month, leaving more time for rehearsal.

Because the contestants of this first session are all amateurs, they really need to be taught vocal lessons, body shape lessons, and stage performances, etc.

After his children got out of school in the afternoon, Zhang Heping took his family to the studio and felt that the contestants were amateurish even more.

Manager Qu of Rediffusion Television saw Zhang Heping frowning and said hurriedly, "Boss, I plan to secretly train some amateurs in the second half of the year to participate in the Super Girl program next year. Therefore, the effect of next year's program will definitely be better than this year."

"No need!" Zhang Heping rejected the other party's proposal directly. "This program focuses on participation. The audience wants to see the real side of the contestants. There is no need to set up artist training classes like TVB. In the second half of the year, you can add vocal lessons, body shape lessons and the like on TV, so that those girls can learn at home."

"Okay, boss!" Manager Qu agreed hastily. "After the first Super Girl finals, I will release the learning videos of the contestants as a behind-the-scenes video of the show, and then find a professional teacher to explain it. I believe the audience will like it very much."

"Ok!"

After Zhang Heping sat down in the second row, the bodyguards holding portable bulletproof briefcases sat down in front, behind, left and right, protecting Zhang's family in the middle.

The 16 participating girls first came out together and shouted slogans of encouragement.

Then, everyone started to perform a song, including some opera singing, which directly disrupted the show's effect.

However, just because Zhang Heping doesn’t like listening to opera doesn’t mean that the 18-year-old singer is not popular.

As soon as the song started, the 50 voting phones under the stage kept ringing.

Finally, after scoring by the judges and the audience, the girl ranked third.

"Dad, what do you think about me singing in an opera next year?"

Zhang Heping is the best singer in the family. The second daughter Zhang Nan directly skipped her smiling mother Tang Xin and asked for her father's opinion.

Zhang Heping looked at his second daughter with shining eyes and said with a smile: "You can combine opera singing with popular singing, so you don't have to spend too much time learning opera singing."

"Dad, how do I integrate this?"

When Zhang Heping saw the female contestant coming on stage, he said, "Go home and talk about it."

As a result, the little girl memorized this sentence all night long, and even stayed in her parents' bedroom and refused to leave when it was time to go to bed.

There was no other choice, so Zhang Heping had to write down an adapted version of Huangmei Opera, sang it softly, and then sent her to learn to sing the original Huangmei Opera from her grandmother Xu Jiefeng.

……

The next day, at noon on the 19th.

Director Wang flew here from the capital specifically to discuss matters concerning SMIC with Zhang Heping.

Then, I saw Zhang Nan who had just returned from school and heard her untuneful Huangmei Opera singing.

"Xiao Nan, this is not how you sing Huangmei Opera." Wang Sumei corrected him kindly, "It should be..."

"Grandma Wang, I know." Then Zhang Nan changed his singing style to operatic.

After singing, the little girl mentioned that she would participate in the Super Girl competition next year and asked Grandma Wang to remember to call and support her.

"Dad!" Zhang Nan saw her father Zhang Heping coming out of the bathroom, and hurried over to him, saying excitedly: "I sang your adapted Huangmei Opera for my classmates today, and they all said it was good."

"Auntie Wang, it's time to eat!" Zhang Heping greeted Director Wang, then touched his second daughter's head and said with a smile:

"Manager Qu called me this morning and asked me how last night's show went. I felt it was not quite up to par, so I suggested that you be the mysterious masked guest at the finals to keep the suspense for the second Super Girl next year!"

"I've written a new song for you. It's in the music room..."

"Dad, I love you so much, um!" Zhang Nan hugged her father and kissed him, then rushed upstairs.

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