The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

"greenhouse?"

Upon seeing the WeChat messages from the two "older" sisters, Ji Bai raised an eyebrow.

Ah, women!

It will only affect the speed at which he draws his sword.

Ignoring the two women's late-night greetings, Ji Bai focused his attention on news from the internet.

"The Housen family?"

Previously, Secretary Li had introduced him to that Oak Consortium, whose core five families included the Hausen family.

Ji Bai looked it up online and found that the Hausen family was indeed extraordinary, with their businesses covering multiple sectors globally.

However, its core business is mainly concentrated in the semiconductor field.

They possess many core patented technologies.

For example, a cell phone signal amplifier.

Ordinary people may not know that this thing exists, but without it, you will lose signal when you enter an elevator, lose contact in the basement, and be unable to post on social media at a concert.

The radio frequency power amplifier chip in a mobile phone signal amplifier is the core component of all mobile communication base stations and signal repeaters.

The Hausen family, through its controlling stakes in two US-based radio frequency chip companies, has firmly controlled nearly 40% of the global market share for base station power amplifier chips, and its patents cover the core structural designs of three generations of technology routes, from LDMOS to gallium nitride.

Although this thing is inconspicuous, for every two mobile phones sold globally, one has to pay patent fees to the Hausen family.

This is a profit that is easily overlooked, yet terrifying.

In addition to the cell phone signal amplifier, there is also an LED driver chip.

Each LED bulb contains a tiny driver chip that converts alternating current into the direct current required by the LED.

This product has an extremely low unit price, but its global annual shipment volume is in the tens of billions.

The Hausen family controls nearly 30% of the patents for LED driver chips worldwide by acquiring a controlling stake in a European semiconductor manufacturer.

They make billions of dollars a year by taking a cut from each chip that costs just a few cents, all from patent fees.

There are also memory interface chips.

The data channel between the memory chip and the processor in your phone is managed by a tiny memory interface chip.

It determines the upper limit of the processor's memory read and write speed.

The Hausen family holds several key positions in the standard essential patent pool for DDR5 and LPDDR5 memory interface chips by controlling a chip IP licensing giant.

For every mobile phone, computer, or server sold globally, a patent fee must be paid to them for the memory interface.

There are many other patented technologies like these.

You wouldn't believe it until you looked it up, and what I found was truly shocking.

The Hausen family is really something else.

Although they don't dominate the news headlines like those tech giants, these established conglomerates and families are all deeply embedded in the most hidden, essential, and highly profitable capillaries of the industrial chain.

We will absorb the resources of people around the world through patented technologies.

Like a parasite, it is both hidden and deadly!

When ordinary people buy a mobile phone, they assume that the manufacturers make all the money.

In fact, most of the profits are taken by these patent parasites.

"The Hausen family, is it? You're the one!"

Although Ji Bai remained calm after returning, everyone assumed that the young man wouldn't hold a grudge about it.

Or rather, even if Ji Bai wanted to hold on to it, he didn't have the right to.

But Ji Bai remembered them all.

This time, it was a near-death experience!

Literally, it meant a narrow escape from death!

If it weren't for those nine simulations, he would have died long ago!

How could I possibly let this go so easily?

Academician Zhou only wanted to suppress his limelight, but he directly cut off Old Zhou's path.

Now that someone wants him dead, has laid a trap to drive him to his death, is he just going to let it go like this?

impossible!

This debt needs to be settled item by item, with interest.

"Mobile signal amplifier, LED driver chip, memory interface..."

Looking at the Hausen family's major pillar industries, Ji Bai smiled.

The good thing is that the foundation upon which the Hausen family is proud is not some unattainable top-tier lithography machine, nor is it a heavy weapon like aero-engine turbine blades that requires the resources of the entire nation.

If it's high-tech equipment like lithography machines or military engines that ordinary people can't even touch in their lifetime, he really doesn't have much of a solution right now.

We can't exactly steal a lithography machine from ASML's factory and dismantle it, can we?

However, you can buy mobile phone signal amplifier chips on Taobao.

LED driver chips can be found at any hardware store downstairs; just take apart a light bulb.

That's exactly what happened to him.

Don't forget, he hasn't even used the industrial machine he acquired before!

That's a magical tool that can be reverse engineered, upgraded, and have its stats increased!

Once he reverse engineers and cracks those signal amplifiers, driver chips, and memory interfaces, and then upgrades and optimizes them, things will get interesting.

When parasites can no longer live, death is not far away!

"I'll start with you!"

……

Just as Ji Bai was sharpening his sword, a military airport in Fucheng was quietly lit up.

A special plane painted with civil aviation markings slowly taxied into its parking position.

The moment the hatch opened, a group of bigwigs stepped out.

The delegation included Director Zhang from the Science and Technology Commission, Deputy General Manager Li from the Industry and Information Technology Department, academician representatives from the Education and Science Bureau, and technical leaders from several major central enterprises. Even the accompanying personnel were at least at the bureau-level.

The "Room Temperature Superconductivity Implementation Joint Task Force," a temporary working group, arrived in Fucheng in the early hours of the second day after Ji Bai landed.

On the tarmac, the Fucheng Municipal Party Committee leadership had been waiting for quite some time.

Led by Prefect Liu, a dozen or so people stood behind him, including Magistrate Ma, the Director of the Municipal Development and Reform Commission, and the Director of the Municipal Science and Technology Bureau. They were all dressed in suits and ties, and their posture was so standard that they looked as if they were about to be inspected.

Prefect Liu barely slept the night before and arrived at the airport with his men before dawn, feeling both excited and nervous.

To his delight, Fucheng, a small city that doesn't even rank among the top in the province, actually welcomed a joint working group from Beijing, a first for him during his tenure.

The tension lies in the fact that none of these people in the capital could be easily contacted by a local official of Fucheng's rank.

"Manager Zhang, Vice President Li, you must be tired from your journey!" Prefect Liu stretched out his hands, a perfectly timed smile on his face.

Manager Zhang merely touched it lightly, his fingertips barely touching it before withdrawing his hand: "No need to be polite, we're here to get down to business."

The tone was neither warm nor cold.

Even in the capital, someone like Prefect Liu might not be able to meet a section chief from a department under his jurisdiction.

The others nodded symbolically, their gazes sweeping over the local officials without lingering, as if the person standing before them was not the city's top official, but merely a guide.

Prefect Liu's smile froze for half a second, but he quickly stepped aside to lead the way naturally: "Distinguished leaders, the city has arranged a guesthouse. Please go and rest for a while. Breakfast is ready."

The group followed the convoy without comment, talking quietly to themselves the whole time, and no one responded to the local official's remarks.

The entire municipal party committee team was standing next to them, looking more like a group of superfluous supporting characters.

As the convoy pulled into the municipal party committee guesthouse, looking at the small, blue-brick building with an 1980s style, someone slowly spoke:

"This courtyard is nice. The old sycamore trees provide ample shade, giving it a sense of history and making it more welcoming than those cold, impersonal new buildings in Beijing."

These words sound like a compliment, but everyone can understand the underlying meaning.

Prefect Liu could only force a smile and smooth things over: "The place is small and the conditions are limited, please bear with us, leaders."

Another person laughed and said, "That's true. Your Fucheng doesn't even have a proper civilian airport. You have to land at a military airport to get there and back, which has a lot of restrictions on takeoff and landing and is too inconvenient."

Prefect Liu had a sudden thought and wanted to bring up the request for the expansion and renovation of the civilian airport.

"Yes, yes, the city has actually been actively promoting the approval process for the civil airport project, and the relevant plans have already been submitted to the provincial government..."

The conversation had barely ended when another leader waved his hand with a smile: "Why go through all that trouble? Just tell Ji Bai to go to Beijing when we meet him."

"The capital city has plenty of people and resources. Once Ji Bai leaves, who will come to this small place? Building an airport would be a waste."

"Besides, school starts soon!"

Is school about to start?

These words were like a bucket of cold water, dousing Prefect Liu from head to toe.

It was as if I had heard some terrifying story.

Yes, school is about to start!

Once school starts, Ji Bai... won't he leave?

So, after these bigwigs landed, they launched a full-scale attack, their words laced with barbs and veiled barbs. On the surface, they were talking about guesthouses, airports, and transportation, but in reality, every word they uttered was meant to tell the people of Fucheng one thing:

Ji Bai, you can't keep him in Fucheng!

The incredible wealth that room-temperature superconductivity brings is something even your Fucheng... can't handle!