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Li Yichen leaned back on the leather sofa.

Consciousness sank deep into the mind.

The system panel floated in the darkness, with two wealth gift packs, emitting a pale golden glow, lying quietly in the inventory. One was marked level seven, and the other level eight. During the upgrade, I was so busy spending money acquiring Hongyuan New Energy, and then working non-stop in the lab for half a month, that I simply didn't have time to open them.

Time to open the blind boxes.

Li Yichen didn't hesitate. He simultaneously opened two wealth gift packs.

The next second—

The pale golden halo did not materialize into a physical form as before. The two large packages exploded directly in the depths of consciousness, transforming into two extremely dazzling torrents of white data. Densely packed codes, formulas, molecular structure diagrams, circuit topology diagrams, and algorithm models, like a flood bursting its banks, crashed into the deepest part of the cerebral cortex.

Li Yichen's body tensed up suddenly.

His back slammed against the back of the leather sofa with a dull thud.

The brain felt like it had been crammed into a supercomputer running at full power. Countless obscure torrents of knowledge surged wildly between neurons, ten times more intense than when I last encountered graphene solid-state battery technology. Quantum tunneling effect, neuronal morphology and topology, instruction set architecture reconstruction, photolithography diffraction compensation algorithms, atomic layer deposition precision control—behind each term lay enough papers and experimental data to fill a library.

If it weren't for the enhanced physical condition provided by the system, that blow would have made his brain boil over.

"Brother Li?"

Miao Miao sat on the armrest of the sofa next to him, tilting her head. She saw Li Yichen suddenly close his eyes, and his body trembled. The little girl reached out her chubby hand and gently patted the back of Li Yichen's hand.

Seeing Li Yichen leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed, Li Niannian assumed that he was just tired and resting. So, after seeing her sister's actions, she gently picked up Miaomiao and moved her to the other side of the living room, not wanting her sister to disturb Li Yichen's rest.

A few minutes later.

Li Yichen slowly opened his eyes.

The bloodshot eyes hadn't completely faded, but the excitement bursting from his pupils almost burned away his fatigue.

The torrent of knowledge in my brain finally subsided. Two entirely new technological paths, like two towering trees, had their roots deeply embedded in the deepest layers of memory. Every branch, every leaf, every data node was as clear as if it had been there from birth.

Artificial intelligence technology.

It's not like those "artificial idiots" on the market that can only adjust APIs, change images, and write copy.

Those things can't even do the most basic multimodal logical reasoning, what kind of artificial intelligence are they? The technology in his mind is a silicon-based life form with true independent thinking ability.

Similar to Jarvis in the movie Iron Man, who can help Tony Stark adjust armor parameters, take over weapon systems, and even bicker with people.

Cognitive architecture, emotion weight matrix, self-evolving neural network topology, multimodal perception fusion algorithm. Each module is so intricate it's mind-boggling.

As long as the hardware computing power is sufficient, he can personally build a monster capable of performing global financial data analysis in milliseconds.

Top-tier chip technology.

Li Yichen's gaze fell on the purple clay teacup on the coffee table. He could now precisely visualize the molecular structure of the glaze at the bottom of the teacup—

Moreover, he can design a chip that uses photons instead of electrons as charge carriers to perform quadrillion calculations per second without generating any heat.

Silicon-based wafers? 3 nanometers? 2 nanometers?

It was all a detour.

Humanity has spent decades and trillions of dollars desperately struggling to break through the physical limit of 0.7 nanometers.

The EUV lithography machine's ridiculously complex thirteen-layer mirror system is essentially a brute-force attack on the quantum tunneling effect.

Leakage rates are increasing, heat dissipation costs are rising, and performance improvements are diminishing. This path has reached its limit.

The technology in his mind doesn't get entangled with the dead end of silicon-based technology at all.

Atomic reconstruction. Lattice-level manipulation. Zero-loss photon current transport. A completely new semiconductor material formulation. Each manufacturing process bypasses the fatal bottlenecks that have plagued the semiconductor industry for decades.

He stood at a higher dimension.

A bird's-eye view of the entire history of chip development for humankind.

An overwhelming sense of awe and confidence exploded from my chest.

Graphene solid-state batteries, top-tier chips, and true artificial intelligence—

Combining these three things together is not as simple as building a few fast new energy vehicles.

This is redefining the underlying technological architecture of the entire world.

"Boss?" Ji Yanran had just returned from the company, holding a newly printed document in her hand. She paused for a moment when she looked at Li Yichen on the sofa.

The man's expression was completely different from his usual nonchalant demeanor.

A restrained fervor shone in his eyes. It was the kind of unwavering certainty that only comes from mastering some kind of absolute power.

"What's wrong?" Ji Yanran asked tentatively.

Li Yichen stood up. He straightened his collar. His excitement was suppressed, and his face returned to its usual calm.

"It's okay." He walked towards the elevator.

"Where to?"

"Let's go upstairs and rest for a bit."

The elevator doors closed.

Li Yichen returned to his room, took out his notebook, and began to write and draw.

What does artificial intelligence need? Computing power. Top-tier computing power.

This is not difficult; at worst, he could use his connections to buy a retired supercomputer that the government had retired and was no longer using. That would be more than enough for the artificial intelligence program in his mind.

We can manufacture semiconductor chips ourselves, but before that, we need the equipment: lithography machines, ultra-high vacuum deposition, atomic layer deposition, and ion implantation. These are things we simply can't buy domestically. Relevant countries have implemented the strictest export controls on top-tier semiconductor equipment. The Wassenaar Arrangement has effectively blocked this path.

But thankfully, he doesn't need those restrictions.

The chip technology roadmap in his mind completely bypassed extreme ultraviolet lithography. What he needed was another kind of equipment—more precise, more niche, but not on the embargo list. The manufacturers of top-of-the-line optical lenses, ultra-high-precision laser interferometers, and nanoscale displacement stages were scattered all over the world.

We need to find out first.

He took out his phone, found headhunter Wang Lei's number, and dialed it.

The call was answered instantly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Li!"

"Wang Lei," Li Yichen said steadily, one hand on the steering wheel, "you're a headhunter, you should know quite a few people. Help me find out something."

"Please speak, Mr. Li!"

"I need to buy a batch of semiconductor manufacturing equipment. The precision requirements are top-notch. Which manufacturer can make it?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Wang Lei swallowed hard. Semiconductor equipment? His mind raced. During his time recruiting for Future Technology, he had indeed met many top hardware engineers. Their circles frequently discussed the equipment supply chain.

"Mr. Li," Wang Lei lowered his voice, "there are only a handful of factories in China that can make top-tier semiconductor equipment. But I've heard from people in the industry that there's one in Shanghai—Jingzhun Precision. They specialize in making optical lenses and laser positioning platforms. Apparently, they've manufactured a lot of equipment for SMIC, and their precision is top-notch in China."

"However," Wang Lei changed the subject, "this company has been having a tough time lately. I heard they're having cash flow problems and are on the verge of bankruptcy."

Li Yichen tapped his fingers twice on the steering wheel.

Is it about to go bankrupt?

"Send me the address." He hung up the phone.

Less than ten seconds later. My phone vibrated. A location message popped up on WeChat: Pudong New Area, Jinqiao Export Processing Zone. Less than 20 kilometers from Tomson Riviera.