Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

There was no sound at the venue, and the air was terrible.

Affected by the breath of known silence, the tall, thin man with glasses standing on the stage giving a report, stopped involuntarily, and was a little unsure whether he should continue or not. Go on.

Someone finally broke the silence and said.

"What is your name?"

The question was asked by Mr. Maybury, CTO of Intel Group, who was sitting in the front row.

His sight was quickly exchanged between the PPT on the curtain and the man's face on the stage before asking the question.

Seeing that the well-known big man in the industry actually talked to his own little transparent, the person on the stage gave a subconscious surprise, but soon realized that he was still at the report, so he nodded and said

"... He Hai, an engineer in Warwick's R & D department."

Ho Hai?

Subconsciously spelled the name in his head, Mayberry frowned for a while, thinking about it, never remembering where he had heard or seen the name.

Finally, after thinking about it for a while, he finally gave up, wasting time on this irrelevant issue, locked his eyes on the man named He Hai, and lowered his voice.

"It doesn't matter what your name is."

He Hai: "?????"

Aren't you asking?

Without realizing what was wrong with this sentence, Mayberry pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued to speak slowly.

"I noticed that you just mentioned the word carbon-based chip. Combined with the content of this PPT, can I understand that you are conveying this signal to the academic and industrial circles of integrated circuit design on behalf of Warwick-you are already on carbon-based A breakthrough in chip technology? "

Strictly speaking, the report was only halfway through, and it was still far from asking questions. Maybury, who is talking to the speaker on stage now, behaves a little disrespectfully to the reporter and to the other listeners at the conference.

There are exceptions to everything.

Few people frowned at his behavior at this moment, because everyone wanted to know the question he asked--

Are those things on the PPT true?

Obviously, he didn't expect Maybury to ask such a strange question. He Hai looked at him strangely, and then looked back at his PPT, and confirmed that there was nothing misleading written on it. He said later.

"As you can see, as the first Longteng series 1 chip produced based on carbon-based chip technology, we have adopted a new generation of carbon-based transistors jointly developed by the Jinling Advanced Institute of Computing Materials Research Institute and the Carbon-based Chip Lab ... "

At the moment when the key word of carbon-based transistor was heard, the voice of discussion swept across the venue like the rising tide.

The concept of a carbon-based chip is not something that has only appeared this year, but until today, the word was just a concept for most people sitting here, and even the academic world has no small question about whether this technical route is feasible. Controversy.

However, it is such a controversial technology ...

Now someone tells him he's been taken down?

The expression on Maybury's face was as wonderful as being hit by a bunch of tomatoes on his head. In the panic he managed to keep calm and stared at the speaker standing on the stage, hysterically.

"Can you represent the Warwick Group? Can you be responsible for what you say? Do you know what it means to publish false academic results at such a conference?"

When speaking this sentence, he has been struggling to overcome face blindness caused by racial differences, trying to see a flaw in the face of this Chinese, and expose this false lie.

However, he was disappointed after all.

This unrealistic extravagant hope is like a straw floating on the tip of the waves.

After hearing his question, the reporter named He Hai thought that he had asked this question out of serious and responsible attitude, so he smiled embarrassedly and added a sentence.

"Oh, don't worry about this."

"The corresponding author of this paper is our academician Lu."

"He is actually responsible for this project."

Professor Lu!

The moment I heard the name, I took a breath in the hall.

Maybury's face was pale and his lips trembled, speechless.

If he said that he still had the slightest expectation just now, the whole report will be just an oolong, there is no carbon-based chip technology at all, and the thing on the PPT is just a balloon blown out by Warwick, then until now, this is not realistic Expectations have been obliterated on the word "Academician Lu" ...

Winners of both Nobel and Fields prizes, and proof of Riemann's conjecture, seem to have recently won another Gaussian prize in applied mathematics. With so many titles and auras, just picking two out is enough to blind the eyes of countless people.

With this big man's status in China, obviously it is not necessary to come out and stand for a certain enterprise.

If this technology is really guaranteed by the academic reputation of this big man ...

Is there any sense of suspense in this matter?

Looking at Maybury, who couldn't say a word, He Hai hesitated and asked.

"Uh, can I continue?"

"... Go on." Speaking was Swan, who was sitting next to Maybury and hadn't spoken. Instead of the CTO who had been foolish, he said this.

He Hai swallowed and looked down nervously at the gaze that was staring at him.

"Okay, okay."

...

He Hai vowed that today's report will definitely be the pinnacle of his life.

At least the pinnacle of the first half of his life.

Seated throughout the venue are well-known scholars and engineers in the semiconductor industry, as well as industry leaders who usually don't even look at themselves.

However, at this moment, no matter whether it is an ordinary scientific research dog like himself or a less general academic leader in a certain field or the first person in charge of a project, he is quietly listening to himself like a sculpture. Say the lines to the picture on PPT.

He can be sure that these expressions are not pretended, they must have heard them.

Because when he threw out the chip test performance parameters, the sound of exclamation from the audience can be said to be one after another ...

"The 28nm process technology, the integration degree is 10 million per square millimeter ... benchmarking Xeon series chips ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is crazy!"

"How is this possible! I definitely don't believe this is true until I see the real thing!"

"Clock frequency of 3.7GHz, maximum power consumption of 20w ... haha, don't wake up."

"In theory, carbon-based chips will indeed have better heat dissipation performance than silicon-based chips ..."

"It's impossible! I'll just say it once, it's impossible!"

"..."

He Hai heard the ups and downs of the sound of discussion, He Hai was not impatient, but full of relief.

Regardless of whether there are many people who believe or not many people, these people are always listening to their reports with questions.

As for those disputes ...

Those things don't matter at all.

He had seen that magical gadget. It was only as big as the nail cover of a thumb and light like a piece of paper. He couldn't use a precise word to describe the shock in his heart at that time, but one thing he was sure was that when the people sitting here were like themselves, they really saw the chip size of the thumb nails, and the same expression Will definitely appear on their faces ...

After the report meeting, there was no questioning session, and the entire meeting room was chaotic.

Looking dumbly at the end of the report on the stage, Qualcomm ’s vice president Kochi did n’t know where to fly, leaving only the hand resting on the table to move unconsciously.

Suddenly he spoke.

"My dear Wacker, do you know what I just want to do now?"

The expression on Wakoff's face was almost the same as that of him, and he swallowed, muttering to himself like a nightmare.

"I don't know, I don't speculate in stocks ... I seem to have some stocks of Qualcomm. In short, how much can I sell?"

Kochi nodded slyly.

"We thought of going together."