Reborn in the red age

The graphics card launch conference was held more than a month later, on February 1996, . I worked for another two weeks after the conference, just in time to go home for the Chinese New Year.

We will work hard after the new year to launch graphics cards into the global market within the first half of the year and quickly establish stable sales channels.

Li Qingfeng didn't need to worry about the preparations for the press conference, as it wasn't a big deal and he could just leave it to his subordinates. After instructing the electronic game department to speed up the development of CS, Li Qingfeng went home to lie down. After all, it was quite cold to go out in the winter.

When he was watching TV on the sofa with Chuyi and Shiwu in the evening, he heard someone knocking on the door. Li Qingfeng mentioned Chuyi and signaled him to go and open the door.

After receiving the signal, Chuyi turned around and patted Shiwu without even moving, signaling him to open the door.

After receiving the signal, Fifteen turned around and shouted into the house: "Mom, someone is coming!"

Hearing Fifteen's call, Hu Jiabao, who was studying in the study, came out, looked speechlessly at the father and his two sons sitting on the sofa, and rolled his eyes.

Well, the big one pushes the small one, and the small one pushes the smaller one, this father and his two sons are simply amazing.

Too lazy to complain about them, Hu Jiabao came to the door and opened the interior door. After seeing who was coming through the gap in the security door, he quickly opened the security door and called them in: "Wenhui, Yapeng, why are you here? Come in, come in quickly."

As he spoke, he shouted into the room, "Qingfeng, Wenhui and Yapeng are here!"

Hearing that it was these two people coming, Li Qingfeng stood up from the sofa and walked quickly to the door with a happy smile on his face: "Oh, it turns out to be Brother Wenhui and Brother Yapeng, what brought you two here?"

"What? I can't come if there's no wind?" Ma Wenhui rolled her eyes at Li Qingfeng in annoyance, not caring about his address.

Hu Jiabao rolled his eyes at Li Qingfeng and pulled Ma Wenhui into the house: "You can come, you can come, don't answer him, you can come anyway."

Chuyi and Shiwu ran over obediently, greeted Ma Wenhui and her husband crisply, then consciously paused the TV, took the disc out of the DVD player, and went to the study to continue watching.

Inviting the couple to sit down, Li Qingfeng found some peanuts and braised beef from the kitchen, picked up a bottle of Maotai, and shook it at the two of them with a smile: "Since we are here, we should drink something."

There were four people in the room. Ma Wenhui and her husband were both from Northeast China, Li Qingfeng was from the north, and Hu Jiabao was not born in the Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and Guangdong regions where tea culture is prevalent. He had also been to Northeast China to work in a production team, so he didn't find it strange to entertain friends with wine when they came to his house.

After drinking two ounces of wine and chatting about family matters, Li Qingfeng began to ask the couple why they came. They came here so late at night, so they were definitely not here to have fun.

“It’s a new car, right? We agreed at the beginning of the year that Mercedes-Benz will release a new car at the end of the year. When the time comes, you will come to the Northeast factory to participate in the new car launch ceremony. I can’t invite you over the phone, so I have to come and invite you in person,” Zhang Yapeng said with a smile.

When this matter was mentioned, Li Qingfeng felt a headache. Li Qingfeng really didn't want to go to the Northeast because he would have to pay taxes there.

Li Qingfeng knew what the situation was over there. Once his people showed up in the Northeast, the doors of the hotels where they stayed would be broken down. If they didn't stay and invest in something there, there was no way they could leave the Northeast.

After a brief thought, Qingfeng Li said in embarrassment: "Oh, Yapeng, you also know that Huaxin's global new product launch conference is about to be held, and I really can't handle it."

"You're still in time. You can just show up and attend the new car launch, then rush back to the capital to attend Huaxin's new product launch. As a major shareholder of Mercedes-Benz, you can't be absent when it comes to the launch of the new car."

Zhang Yapeng had already thought of his words before coming. After hearing what Li Qingfeng said, he immediately spoke up without hesitation to stop him from saying anything.

Ma Wenhui also interrupted and said, "Okay, Lao Li, stop pushing it. Feichi is your company. You are the boss, and Lao Zhang works for you. At such an important moment, how can the boss not show up and let the shopkeeper take full responsibility to handle it?"

"All workers are shareholders. Yapeng also has shares in the company."

"How can he be considered a shareholder with such a small amount of shares? Once he leaves the company, who will recognize him as a shareholder?"

"How about giving Yapeng more dividends?"

"Forget it. My husband and I are not here to ask for favors from you. Our clothing company is doing very well. If it's for money, why doesn't Lao Zhang come to our company and do the job himself?" Ma Wenhui frowned and looked at him speechlessly.

Seeing her best friend and his wife coming to her house late at night to talk about this matter, Hu Jiabao couldn't help but speak up to help Ma Wenhui persuade them.

It was difficult for Qingfeng Li to refuse Ma Wenhui's small talk, and now Hu Jiabao spoke again, Qingfeng Li had no choice but to agree to go to the Northeast.

However, in order to avoid accidentally missing the launch of Huaxin graphics cards, Li Qingfeng requested that the launch of Feichi Automobile's new car be postponed to after Huaxin's product launch.

Zhang Yapeng did not refuse this request and agreed to it immediately, saying that as long as Li Qingfeng was willing to participate, let alone postpone it for a few days, even postpone it for a month would be fine.

After leaving Li's house and sitting in her car, Ma Wenhui asked with some concern: "Hasn't the invitation letter for the new car launch conference been sent to the media and partners? Is it okay to change the time so casually?"

Zhang Yapeng sneered and said calmly, "What's the problem? The car factory is an upstream enterprise. Let alone changing the time, as long as we don't force them to lower the supply price, it's okay even if we play tricks on them."

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After the Huaxin press conference, we need to go to the Northeast to attend the Mercedes-Benz car press conference, so the previous plans need to be changed.

After seeing Ma Wenhui and her husband off, Li Qingfeng did not continue to lie at home. He got up early in the morning and went to Huaxin's wafer factory in Yizhuang to inspect production.

"Teacher Li, our factory's production lines have been fully debugged, and employees in various departments have completed relevant training. Large-scale production began yesterday." The factory manager respectfully reported the situation of the wafer factory to Li Qingfeng.

Wearing a dust-proof suit, looking at the lithography machine that was half the size of a factory building in front of him, although Li Qingfeng didn't understand the specific situation inside, he still nodded with satisfaction.

Li Qingfeng put his hands behind his back and gave instructions: "Very good, everyone has worked hard in the early preparations. Next, we must strictly control every production link. Quality is our lifeline, and we must not be careless in the slightest."

"Don't worry, we have established strict standards and procedures for quality control, and there will definitely be no problems in production," the factory manager responded quickly.

"Yeah, that's good. How many chips were produced yesterday?"

"Including GPUs, we produce a total of 49,000 pieces per working day. Once all the processes are mastered, we can reach a daily production capacity of 80,000 pieces." The factory manager said with a firm and confident look.

“How many steps are there in chip production?”

"More than 300"

Hearing this number, Qingfeng Li couldn't help but be secretly amazed. Although the chip is small, the manufacturing process is really complicated. It is worthy of being the crystallization of human technological wisdom.

After walking around the workshops, Qingfeng Li encouraged the wafer factory staff. Considering that there might be government officials bringing foreigners to visit during this period, Qingfeng Li gave instructions to the wafer factory manager before leaving.

No matter who the visitor is or what level he is, as long as they want to enter the production workshop with a camera, they will not be allowed to enter and take pictures. Not even a single photo can be leaked out of the confidential area.

If government officials force them to take photos, they will be thrown out along with their equipment.

It's no wonder that Li Qingfeng is so strict in guarding against it. There are really too many fools in the country, especially those with a liberal arts background, who have no sense of confidentiality at all.

As soon as they get something good, they know how to show off. They can't wait to tell those foreigners all the specific data of the research and development so that they can know how awesome our scientific researchers are.

The examples of domestic lithography machines from previous years were there, and Li Qingfeng had to be on guard.

The basic process of chip production is the same, but each wafer fab has its own unique skills. These processes are no big secret. Once they are recorded into images, industry insiders can crack Huaxin's process based on in-depth research based on these video materials for a period of time.

Huaxin has relied on Li Qingfeng's tricks over the years to accumulate some impressive production technologies, which cannot be stolen so easily.

"Teacher Li, Trevor and Vice President Dave Pullen from Intel are here and would like to see you."

Li Qingfeng had just finished inspecting the wafer factory. He Guangqin hid in a corner and answered a phone call. He hurriedly came to Li Qingfeng and whispered.

I took out my cell phone and checked the date. It was December 31st. Intel arrived two days earlier than expected.

Christmas is not a workday in America; people don’t start working until the 27th.

Li Qingfeng had expected that Intel would have to hold meetings for two or three days before setting off, and the earliest time for them to arrive in China would be early January. Unexpectedly, they arrived in December, and a vice president even came.

Other people and companies in Europe and the United States may suspect that Huaxin is faking the video, but Intel definitely won't.

After all, Xu Guangming was a spy developed by Intel, and they had obtained some preliminary data of the graphics accelerator card.

As long as you do an in-depth simulation, you will know that Huaxin's graphics accelerator card is really that powerful, and the content in the advertisement is not false at all.

Li Qingfeng had no intention of meeting Trevor. He knew what he was here for just by thinking with his butt.

Damn it! I haven’t even settled the score for inciting the employees of my old subsidiary to defect, and now they come to my door with such brazenness and try to discuss cooperation with me. How can it be so easy?

Li Qingfeng waved his hand: "Guangqin, tell them that I am busy now and don't have time to meet them. Ask them to wait in the hotel first and notify them later when to meet."

"Teacher Li, this is not a good idea. After all, the visitor is the vice president of Intel. It would be unreasonable for us not to meet him, right?" He Guangqin said with some concern.

"Well, you have a point."

"So you want to meet him?"

"not see"

"???"

Li Qingfeng patted He Guangqin on the shoulder and said with a smile: "If you say so, then Huaxin has discovered another spy besides Xu Guangming. I am so angry that I feel uncomfortable and don't want to see anyone recently."

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He Guangqin looked at Li Qingfeng helplessly, feeling a little amused and helpless at this reason.

There is no way out. The leader has spoken, and as a secretary I have no choice but to do it.

Arriving at the Lemon Company floor in the Huaxin Building, He Guangqin straightened his clothes, put on a professional smile, and walked towards the meeting room where the Intel visitors were.

When I opened the door, I saw two Intel representatives who were talking in a low voice. When they heard the noise, they stopped talking and turned their eyes towards the door.

Seeing that the person coming was He Guangqin, Trevor, who had dealt with He Guangqin at the beginning of the year, took the initiative to stand up and ask: "Secretary He, is Mr. Li back?"

"Gentlemen, I am so sorry." He Guangqin bowed slightly and said in a sincere tone, "Our chairman is currently in a very serious situation within the company and is in a very bad mood, causing physical discomfort. He is currently unable to come to meet with you two."

Pu Lun immediately stood up and said with a worried look on his face: "What the hell, what happened? Which hospital is Mr. Li in? I want to go visit him."

"A few months ago, Xu Guangming from the Graphics Accelerator Department betrayed the company, and just now the company discovered another traitor. This series of betrayals has made our chairman very sad. He is also a little unwell and extremely depressed. He is currently recuperating at home and is not accepting visits from anyone."

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Trevor and Pullen looked at each other, a hint of embarrassment flashed in their eyes, and they didn't know what to say for a moment.

After all, the arrested Xu Guangming was a commercial spy recruited by Intel. The fact that they have pointed this out now shows that they just don't want to see them.

Looking at the expressions of the two people, He Guangqin smiled apologetically again: "Our chairman asked me to convey his apologies to the two of you, and asked you to go back to the hotel and wait patiently. When he recovers, he will definitely arrange a meeting with you as soon as possible."

Trevor frowned and softened his tone: "Secretary He, this news is really shocking, but our Intel schedule is very tight. Could you please spare a moment, Mr. Li, even if it's just for a brief exchange?"

"Mr. Trevor, I completely understand your feelings. How about this? I will arrange a hotel for you to stay in first. When our chairman recovers, I will notify you to meet with the chairman. What do you think of this?" He Guangqin pretended to be hesitant and said.

"How long will this take?"

"It's hard to predict illness. I can only say that I will notify you as soon as possible."

"Okay, I hope you can convey our sincerity and eagerness as soon as possible and let Mr. Li know that we are very much looking forward to this meeting." Although Trevor was still unwilling in his heart, he had no choice but to accept it.

"Of course, rest assured, I will convey your situation as soon as possible." (End of this chapter)