Chapter 601 The most beautiful scenery

  The wake up of the city is a big fanfare. In fact, the city has never slept. When we slept, it was only because the double-layer windows were covered, so we couldn't hear it.

A city like    Magic Capital will never stop.

Downstairs, the street stalls that I could see in the past two years are gone. In the breakfast shop opposite, people come in and go out, and the quietness makes people unappetizing. The difference between this city and that city seems to be only the geographical and Size, everything else is surprisingly similar.

   "Square cake, Poria cake——Dingsheng cake, Mint cake——”

   "Sugar tender cake, bean paste fried dumplings! Salty pancakes, chee cheong fun——"

   I can no longer hear the cries of people going back and forth in the alleys in the old movies. And when the weather is hot, the cry of "Gardenia - White Orchid!" is like a soprano, crisp and soft. The girls' plain clothes were also dyed with the fragrance of flowers, as simple as their shy smiles.

   Originally, isn't Shang Hai's morning supposed to be like this?

  Yes, that's it, Zhao Song's beautiful day started in a dispute with the proprietress of the stall.

  What is the difference between bean curd brain and bean curd flower?

  Which one is superior in Mandarin or Wu dialect?

   If the proprietress didn't seem to recognize the appearance of the richest man, Zhao Songfei and others would argue with her about the status of the Wu dialect in the "Wuyu Taihu Film Suhujia Small Film".

   But he is not a man in the capital, nor is he a little man in Shang Hai, and those inexplicable sense of superiority have nothing to do with him.

   Zhao Song only cares about the breakfast in front of them that doesn't suit their tastes at all.

  Binjiang World Trade Garden.

   The two brothers and sisters faced the breakfast table full of frowns, unable to say anything.

   They are ordinary northerners except for more money. Even Xiaoyu, a native of Beijing, can't stand the three major foods in Beijing (bean juice, stewed boiled, fried liver).

  Normal, with more saltiness, which is their daily eating habits.

  This, soft tofu, chili oil, seaweed, shrimp skin, what the hell?

  It wasn't until Xiao Yu, who planned to find another way, made the baked cookies into Oreos, and Zhao Song reluctantly gave up and said, "Let's make do, let's live in 404 tonight, and let the state banquet master cook for us what we want to eat."

   "Oh." Xiaoyu replied dully.

   snort~

   put down the tableware, ignored the other sweets on the table, cleaned up and walked out of the house together.

   "Xiaoyu, I dreamed of eating roast duck together last night."

   "Oh, did I eat?"

   "No, you just watched me eat."

  "..." Xiaoyu got angry, "Brother, have you fought before?"

   Zhao Song took two steps away and said defensively, "Have you fought before?"

   "Then, did you accompany others for money?"

   "What do you mean, do you still need to lose money if you are beaten?"

  “…”

  Therefore, there is a reason for Xiaoyu's serious rebellious psychology in adolescence.

   "Brother, TVXQ is coming, I want to dye my hair, I want to go to a concert!"

   "Then they can't come."

   "Then I'll go to South Korea to see it myself and get a tattoo along the way."

   "Go ahead. When you come back to get your tattoo done, I'll plant a skin for you. How about using the skin of a suckling pig?"

   "Brother, how much did you lose when you were beaten? Let me see if you have enough!"

   During the frolic, the brothers and sisters got into a commercial vehicle with a special license plate under the onlookers of the neighbors.

  The siren sounded, and under the leadership of the iron cavalry, this special convoy rushed to the main road with great power and disappeared from the sight of the crowd.

In the commercial vehicle, a low and powerful BGM rang softly. When its drums entered the most majestic climax, the team entered the Zhangjiang High-tech Park. On the way to Huahong, one after another, the atmosphere was stable. Commercial vehicles are incorporated into the fleet.

  The chairman of Huahong is here, the secretary of the group is also here, and the representatives of major shareholders are also here.

   After a while, Huahong's gate appeared in front of him. Suddenly, the iron cavalry in front of him scattered, and the lead car that led the way pulled aside, and the commercial vehicle where Zhao Song was headed towards Huahong.

   Xiaoyu was lying on the back seat and looked back curiously.

   The fleet is very long, including more than 20 Scottish minibuses, and their license plates are special as long as you have a little knowledge.

   "Brother, what have you done to make them treat them like this?"

   Zhao Song closed his eyes, pointed at the crowd at the gate, and said softly, "It's not what I did, but what they did!"

   "Bang Bang~"

   As soon as he finished speaking, countless hand-held salutes exploded, and colorful confetti scattered and fell on the body of the lead car, as well as in the hearts of Zhao Song and Xiaoyu.

   "Hello, President~"

   "Hello Mr. Zhao~"

   "Mr. Zhao, long time no see."

   Xiaoyu believes that if the security guards did not stop him, those enthusiastic crowds might have swallowed Zhao Song alive.

  Looking back, many people got off the bus one after another. She saw the bearded man, Uncle Li Qiang, Director Zhao, and the Deputy Mayor in charge next to Director Zhao...

   They smiled and looked at the scene in front of them, without any impatience, without a trace of strangeness, but rather happy.

   "What the **** did he do?"

   Xiaoyu muttered to himself.

   "Uncle will take you in," a gentle voice came from his ear, and the small hand was also held by the vicious Uncle Zhao, "After entering, you can see what he is doing."

   Looking at the smiling brother in the crowd, Xiaoyu nodded blankly.

   Then she let Director Zhao lead her, followed the team into the largest factory, put on the protective clothing and goggles specially prepared for her, and sprayed up and down the disinfection room three times before entering a...

   Science fiction world.

  …

Perhaps it was to welcome the arrival of the visiting group. When Xiaoyu followed the crowd into the workshop, the three largest screens above his head displayed a welcome message, and all the machines that were not started suddenly turned on a crystal green light, and the soft background music accompanied Director Zhao's speech. The introduction sounded slowly.

   "In this "dust-free factory" with less than 100 particles of 0.5 microns per cubic foot, the equipment operates automatically, and there are so few workers on the production line that we even become the largest crowd."

   "The clean room is about ten meters high on a single floor, with fully automated unmanned production lines. There are as many as 35 sets of equipment costing more than 100 million yuan per set. More than half of them were introduced by your brother two years ago."

   In the sound of Director Zhao's introduction, Xiaoyu saw that the wafer disc like a large CD was taken out by one optical axis, it was rapidly rotated, and then was sucked up by another optical axis, and then sent to another machine.

The    blue light flickered, the robotic arms waved rapidly, interweaving into an industrial symphony, which was so dizzying.

   "The equipment here is advanced, and the 0.18-micron process has achieved a yield rate of nearly 80%. The security is strict, and the production is 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

  Produces various chips for Tesla, Shenzhou Technology, United Semiconductor, major banks, mobile phone manufacturers, major industrial equipment manufacturers, ISP suppliers, communication equipment manufacturers, and government departments.

   Last year, the output value reached nearly 10 billion.

   The vast majority of them are businesses that your brother pulled by himself.

   It can be said that even if your brother is the president of Huahong Semiconductor Group, he is also its first party! "

   Xiaoyu stared blankly at the rows of machines in front of him, and at the researchers who kept walking with blue light.

   At this moment, the image of the wafer suddenly appeared on the big screen, attracting everyone's attention.

  The camera zoomed in and zoomed in, and then people exclaimed in amazement as if they had seen some magical sight.

   "That's one castle after another!"

   Xiaoyu said silently.

   Castles made of wire, on top of that tiny wafer.

   "Your brother always said that there is the most beautiful scenery in the world."

   At this time, Director Zhao's voice became a little vague:

   "Little Rain, remember that beautiful name, it's called—

   Gate. "

   (end of this chapter)