Reborn in 2005, starting with repairing mobile phones

Chapter 131 The Birth of the First Generation of Eastern Technology Mobile Phones

He stood by the table, looking at the machine.

It's been four months.

From June until now, from having nothing to now. In alleys, in laboratories, in foreign lands, those people, those events, those sleepless nights.

Now, the machine is lying right in front of him.

In his previous life, he also worked in the mobile phone industry. He had his own stall in Huaqiangbei and could earn several million yuan a year. He had met Lei Jun, toasted him, listened to Ren Zhengfei's speeches, and applauded from the audience.

But that's just how it is.

To these people, he was still "Kobayashi." A "Kobayashi" who had to stand up when offering a toast and smile obsequiously when speaking.

This life is different.

He remembered what his father had said: "Once you've established yourself and have the ability, don't just focus on filling your own bowl."

Now, he has a firm footing.

My parents are in Shenzhen, in good health and happy.

He even made a mobile phone.

It's not a knock-off, not a refurbished phone; it's a phone that was developed from scratch and is just as good as anyone else's.

He looked at that tiny sun.

In this life, he has already surpassed everyone else; he is no longer "Kobayashi".

The corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Su Xiaowen stood beside him, looking at the machine. Then she reached out and gently touched the curve. From drawing to revision, from revision to final draft, from final draft to the mid-frame, from the mid-frame to the curve now, it was finally under her fingertips.

Her fingers slowly slid along the edge, feeling the slight warmth of the touch. Hundreds of drafts had been drawn, and the rounded corners revised countless times. Those lines, modified again and again on paper, were now in her hands.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"It's so beautiful."

The sound was very soft, but everyone in the quiet laboratory could hear it clearly.

Zhang Mingyuan smiled. But as he smiled, his eyes welled up with tears.

"Yes, it's really beautiful."

Zhou Chengyu took off his glasses, wiped them with his sleeve, and put them back on. He stared at the machine for a few seconds, then nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

"It's fucking beautiful."

Ding Xiao stood at the back of the crowd, remaining silent. She stared at the phone for a long time. Then she spoke.

"This is the most beautiful phone I've ever seen."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was very earnest.

Everyone paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Cheng Chuan was the first to break down.

"So, did we... succeed?"

No one answered him. Everyone stared at the machine, as if waiting for something.

Cheng Chuan looked at the machine, then at the other people, and raised his voice a little.

"We succeeded?!"

Lin Dong looked at him and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

"Yes, we succeeded."

Cheng Chuan was stunned for a moment. Then he hugged Cheng Yu who was next to him.

"Brother! We did it!"

Cheng Yu was startled by the hug and his body stiffened for a moment. Then he reached out and patted Cheng Chuan on the back, without saying a word, but his lips moved.

Zhang Mingyuan laughed, his eyes reddening with laughter. He turned his head away and secretly wiped his eyes.

Zhou Chengyu put on his glasses, looked at the machine, and his lips curved into a wide smile that he couldn't suppress.

Su Xiaowen's tears fell, and she quickly turned her head away, her shoulders trembling.

Everyone then realized what was happening, and burst into laughter.

Li Guohui scratched his head, grinning from ear to ear. Wang Mei stood beside him, her eyes red, smiling with pursed lips. Uncle Cai held a teacup, his face crinkling with laughter, the water in the cup sloshing. Zheng Hao stood beside him, also smiling silently, but his eyes crinkled.

Lin Dong looked at everyone.

Zhang Mingyuan, Zhou Chengyu, Su Xiaowen, Cheng Chuan, Cheng Yu, Ding Xiao, Li Guohui, Wang Mei, Cai Shu, Zheng Hao.

Ten people were surrounding the machine.

You've all worked hard.

For the past four months, everyone has been working day and night to make this phone.

Zhang Mingyuan sent out data at 3 a.m., Zhou Chengyu spent more than ten hours at a time in the lab, and Su Xiaowen revised the wall more than a hundred times.

Cheng Chuan's notebook was filled with antenna diagrams, Cheng Yu's desk was piled high with discarded drafts, Ding Xiao wrote three driver programs by himself, and Li Guohui made trip after trip from Dongguan to Shenzhen.

I just want to get this thing built as soon as possible.

Today, the initial goal has been achieved.

He made up his mind; he wouldn't let them work tonight. They should all go back to sleep and he'd deal with it tomorrow.

But before that, let's run a round of data.

Let's see what results we've achieved after all this hard work.

He spoke.

Thank you.

He paused for a moment.

"These past four months have been tough."

He took a step forward and looked at the phone.

"But it's not over yet."

He raised his head.

"Run the data first. Let's see how it turns out."

Zhang Mingyuan was the first to react.

His eyes lit up, and he turned and walked toward the testing table.

"Yes, yes, let's run the data!"

Zhou Chengyu sat down in front of the computer, his fingers resting on the keyboard, and took a deep breath.

Lin Dong walked over and stood in front of the machine.

He stretched out his hand.

Everyone was staring at his hands.

Lin Dong pressed down.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The screen lit up.

The logo of Dongfang Technology appears as a small sun against a black background, with a bright edge that glows faintly in the darkness.

The startup sound is on.

It was very light and clean, like the sound of a bell.

Cheng Chuan was the first to shout it out.

"It's lit up!"

Everyone laughed.

Zhang Mingyuan laughed the most heartily, but as he laughed, his eyes reddened again. He turned his head away, pretending to look at the data, but he couldn't suppress the tears welling up in his eyes.

Zhou Chengyu pushed up his glasses, his lips curving into an uncontrollable smile. He stared at the startup screen for several seconds before snapping out of his reverie.

Lin Dong smiled too.

He looked at the tiny sun, and the moment the screen lit up, it truly resembled a sunrise.

Illuminate everyone.

He took a deep breath.

"Run the data".

Zhang Mingyuan nodded and began operating the device. His fingers trembled slightly, and it took him several tries to press the correct button.

The data appeared line by line.

Screen brightness: Normal. Battery voltage: Normal. Motherboard temperature: Normal. Signal strength: Normal. Storage read/write: Normal.

Then it moves on to touch.

Zhou Chengyu stared at the numbers on the screen, his expression changing slightly.

14.9 milliseconds.

He didn't speak.

From 4.8 to 14.9. That's a difference of a full 10 milliseconds.

After running the test so many times in the lab, with the data getting better each time, he thought he had finally succeeded when the value was reduced to 4.8.

Now that it's installed on the phone, it's version 14.9.

He knew why. The driver wasn't configured correctly, the system wasn't compatible, and there was interference between hardware components. These were all expected.

But when I saw this number, my heart sank.

He stared at the number, his brows slowly furrowing.

Zhang Mingyuan leaned over for a look and was stunned for a moment.

"Is this... a delay?"

Zhou Chengyu nodded.

"Um.

""

Zhang Mingyuan opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He glanced at Zhou Chengyu, then at the screen, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.

Cheng Chuan also came over.

"14.9? Isn't it 4.8?"

Zhou Chengyu shook his head. His voice was flat, but everyone could tell he was suppressing his emotions.

"4.8 is a theoretical value. When installed on a mobile phone, it affects the drivers, system, and hardware."

He didn't continue.

When running the tests in the lab, they used a test board, a regulated power supply, and the most ideal environment. The data looked too good to be true; he should have realized it sooner, he was misled by the impressive figures.

Now, when it's installed on a mobile phone, the battery powers it, the motherboard overheats, the screen interferes, and the system response suffers—it all falls apart layer by layer.

14.9 is the best result he could get.

He stared at the number, tapping his fingers lightly twice on the table.

It can be compressed further. The driver can be optimized, the system can be adapted, and the hardware can be adjusted. Give him some more time, and he will definitely be able to compress it.

But today, this is the number.

The data continues to run.

Antenna signal strength was 3 dB lower than expected. Battery life was half an hour less than expected. Heat generation was 2 degrees Celsius higher than expected.

None of them look very good.

The laboratory fell silent.

The excitement I felt earlier gradually dissipated.

Everyone had their heads down.

Lin Dong looked at the data.

I went through them one by one.

14.9 milliseconds. 3 dB. Half an hour. 2 degrees Celsius.

He smiled.

He knew Apple's data for 2007: 15 milliseconds, 5 dB, one day, and 3 degrees Celsius.

Now this machine is on the same line, and even a little better.

He looked up at them.

No one looked up.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Then he spoke.

"Raise your heads, everyone."

Nobody moved.

"I said, raise your heads."

The group of people slowly raised their heads.

Lin Dong looked at them.

"What are you doing?"

No one spoke.

He took a step forward.

"Did we fail?"

Zhang Mingyuan was stunned for a moment and looked at him.

Lin Dong pointed to the machine.

"This machine can light up. It can power on. It can run. The motherboard is stable, the screen is lit, the antenna has a signal, and the battery has power. Is this considered a failure?"

He looked at Zhou Chengyu.

"14.9 milliseconds, worse than the theoretical value, but better than any other phone on the market."

Zhou Chengyu was stunned. He looked at Lin Dong, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Lin Dong looked at Zhang Mingyuan.

"The antenna signal is three dB lower than expected, but this is only the first-generation prototype."

Zhang Mingyuan opened his mouth.

Lin Dong looked at everyone.

"That's called success."

No one spoke.

He walked over and picked up the phone.

"The bezels are narrower than Nokia's. The screen is larger than Motorola's. It feels better in the hand than Samsung's. The logo is our own sun."

He held up his phone.

"Now, who can do it better than us?"

No one answered.

He looked at them.

"Nobody's here."

He put his phone down.

"Because we're taking a path no one has ever taken before. Nokia hasn't done this, Motorola hasn't done this, Samsung hasn't done this. Nobody in the world has ever done this."

He took a step forward.

"The first time we went through it, the data was a bit off, which is normal. The second time was a little better. The third time was even better."

He looked at Zhou Chengyu.

"14.9, next time it'll be 13. And the time after that it'll be 12."

Zhou Chengyu pushed up his glasses, and the light in his eyes slowly brightened a little.

He looked at Zhang Mingyuan.

"If the temperature is two degrees higher, next time it will be one degree higher. And the time after that will be even better."

He looked at everyone.

"Take it one step at a time."

"I hereby declare."

He paused.

"The first generation of Oriental Technology mobile phone, the first prototype, is a success."

No one spoke.

Then Cheng Chuan shouted.

"It's a success!"

Everyone laughed.

Zhang Mingyuan was the first to laugh. As he laughed, tears finally fell, but he didn't wipe them away; he just kept laughing.

Zhou Chengyu took off his glasses and wiped them with his sleeve. He wiped them again and again, then put them back on and smiled.

Su Xiaowen covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling, tears streaming down her face, but she was smiling.

Cheng Chuan hugged Cheng Yu, and this time Cheng Yu didn't freeze and reached out to hug him back.

Li Guohui scratched his head, grinning from ear to ear. Wang Mei stood beside him, her eyes red, smiling with pursed lips. Uncle Cai held a teacup, his face crinkling with laughter, the water in the cup sloshing around. Zheng Hao stood beside him, also smiling, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

Ding Xiao stood at the back of the crowd, her lips curved into a smile, and her eyes were red.

Lin Dong smiled too.

He looked at them.

"You've worked hard these past few days. Rest tonight, we have a meeting tomorrow."

Zhang Mingyuan was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Lin, can I run a few more rounds? —"

"no."

Zhang Mingyuan opened his mouth.

"The data processing isn't finished yet—"

"Run tomorrow."

Cheng Chuan laughed beside him.

"Zhang, the boss has spoken, you can take a break."

Everyone laughed.

Su Xiaowen suddenly spoke.

"Wait a moment."

Everyone looked at her.

Su Xiaowen looked at the phone in Lin Dong's hand, her eyes still red, but her eyes brightened.

Let's take a picture.

Cheng Chuan's eyes lit up immediately.

"Yes, yes, yes! Take a picture!"

Zhang Mingyuan nodded as well.

"Take a picture."

Zhou Chengyu pushed up his glasses.

"Can."

Lin Dong looked at them and smiled.

"Then let's shoot."

Cheng Chuan pulled a camera out from the corner and held it up to face everyone.

"Come on, stand up straight!"

Several people squeezed together.

Zhang Mingyuan stood to Lin Dong's left, his hand on his shoulder. Zhou Chengyu stood to the right, adjusting his glasses. Su Xiaowen stood behind Lin Dong, tears still on her face, but her smile was beautiful. Cheng Chuan squeezed to the front, holding up his camera.

Cheng Yu stood next to him, unusually not moving away. Li Guohui and Wang Mei stood beside him, laughing like two children. Uncle Cai, holding a teacup, squeezed in, all smiles. Zheng Hao stood next to him, also smiling.

Ding Xiao, who was standing at the very back, squeezed in too, a smile playing on her lips.

Lin Dong stood in the middle, holding the cell phone in his hand.

Cheng Chuan held up the camera, studied it for a moment, and pressed a few buttons.

"How do I adjust the delay on this thing?!"

He fiddled with it for a long time and finally found it.

"Alright, alright, I set a three-second delay. Everyone get ready—I pressed one."

He pressed the shutter, then quickly ran back into the crowd and squeezed next to Cheng Yu.

"32"

Click.

The image freezes.

Lin Dong stood in the center, holding the first Oriental Technology mobile phone in his hand.

Zhang Mingyuan's eyes were red, but he smiled happily. Zhou Chengyu pushed up his glasses, the corners of his mouth curving upwards. Su Xiaowen's eyes were red, but her smile was beautiful.

Cheng Chuan grinned, his eyes narrowing. Cheng Yu rarely smiled. Li Guohui scratched his head and laughed. Wang Mei smiled with pursed lips. Uncle Cai's face was full of wrinkles from smiling. Zheng Hao stood to the side and smiled as well. Ding Xiao stood at the back, her lips curving upwards.

The phone was in Lin Dong's hand, the screen was lit up, and the logo of Dongfang Technology was on it, a small sun with a bright edge that shone slightly under the light.

Lin Dong looked at the photo on the camera screen, his lips curving into a smile.

This scene is worth remembering for a lifetime.

Cheng Chuan put down his camera and leaned over to take a look.

"This one's good! Let's do it again!"

The group squeezed together again.

This time, no one was reserved.

Zhang Mingyuan put his arm around Lin Dong's shoulder, laughing carefree. Zhou Chengyu finally laughed, not a forced smile, but a genuine laugh. Cheng Chuan squeezed to the front and made a face.

Cheng Yu was being pulled along, looking helpless, but his lips curved into a smile. Su Xiaowen made a peace sign, her eyes crinkling with laughter. Ding Xiao stood next to her and copied her. Li Guohui and Wang Mei laughed like two children.

Uncle Cai, holding a teacup, smiled so broadly his face was full of wrinkles. Zheng Hao also smiled, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

Click. Click. Click.

One after another.

Lin Dong stood in the middle, looking at them.

These people.

His lips twitched.

Keep filming.