Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

But he doesn't want Intel to die right away. If it really dies, then AMD will live. It is also a US company.

It is better to let them compete with each other, and other companies hide behind and develop secretly.

Although exposing this problem now that the recall of Intel will not cause as much cost as in the previous life, the reputation of the Pentium that has been exposed now has a huge impact, even if it is not fatal, it is enough for it to drink a pot.

After all, this is a chip that has just been released. Just when everyone began to accept the advanced nature of this chip, it suddenly revealed that it was defective. Who would buy it?

Of course, it was exaggerated when it was reported. Obviously, the eye of a needle should be said to be as big as the mouth of a bowl.

Go to court?Just tell me if your chip is faulty, right?

have it?What else do you say?Even if you sue me for exaggerating, it can't prove that you are not wrong.

In this way, the situation of preparing to dominate the country after galloping out in the previous life will be greatly delayed, even if it is delayed for a year, it is still a victory.

"Cheng Gong! Check the Pentium chip carefully. There must be something wrong with it. The main reason is the division. When the Minister Wu Chuan came to chat with me two days ago, he said that he saw an internal reference. There was an article on it. Experts from the United States said that the Pentium chip has a loophole in the division, and there will be a calculation error after a certain number of calculations, you can verify it."

Wan Feng couldn't explain how he knew about this loophole, so he had no choice but to pull Wu Chuan out and take the blame.

Cheng Gong's eyes lit up.

"Is there such a thing?"

"I'll give you a month to find out this loophole, and let me know when it's confirmed."

"Okay! I'll take someone to do the calculation myself right away."

For a moment, Cheng Gong seemed to have a motor installed on his body, stepping on a hot wheel, he passed Wan Feng in a swift motion, and rushed out the door like the wind, leaving behind someone who was still circling on the chair with a dazed expression.

A few days later, Chen Wenxin came back from Beijing and handed over the formal agreement to Wan Feng.

"Okay, I'm exhausted from being urged to and fro by you."

Wan Feng put the agreement in the safe.

"Don't complain, I'll give you a big red envelope at the end of the year."

Chen Wenxin immediately recovered his spirits: "How big is the red envelope?"

"You women can't make a difference? When you mention money, your ears fly off your legs."

"Who will lose energy when they hear about money? Tell me! How big are the red envelopes?"

"How about five hundred?"

"Bah! How old did I think it was, sending off the children!"

"Haha! Don't worry! You are guaranteed to be satisfied. Our company's salary standard is not too high, because it has to take care of all aspects, but the boss is never stingy with bonuses. As long as you do the job, you will laugh out loud." Bonuses for snot bubbles."

"It's what you said, I'll remember it, and if you send me a red envelope that doesn't satisfy me, I'll..."

"What are you doing?"

"I'll give your son an ugly nickname, son of a bitch!"

Wan Feng laughed, what's the use?He doesn't care if it's a dog or a tortoise.

"Then I'm leaving, go home and have a look, and then I have to go to Shanghai."

Chen Wenxin left gracefully.

Chen Wenxin's plan was to go home and see her mother, and then set off for Shang Hai's office, but her plan might be that the abacus had dropped and she hadn't calculated it well.

Because the next day, a few blond foreigners came from the Nanwan Group.

When Wan Feng learned that the other party was Ailixin's visitor, he frowned.

Ailixin is a company affiliated to Ruidian, and Wan Feng doesn't like the country Ruidian.

It stands to reason that Ruidian and Huaguo are separated by tens of thousands of miles, so they are completely irrelevant, and no one can reach the other.

But this country continued to add chaos to Huaguo many years later, and Wan Feng really couldn't figure out how the brain circuits of these foreigners were formed.

Is the pig large intestine a grade?

Wan Feng was not in the mood to talk to these people, since these foreigners had nothing good to do when they came, so he called Chen Wenxin and asked Chen Wenxin to talk to them.

He didn't have time to go home and make Luan Feng happy when he had time to argue with these foreigners.

Chapter 1956 Acquisition of Huaguang for [-] million meters

Wan Feng didn't even have any tactful emotions with these Ruidian foreigners, and he didn't show up at all, so Zhou Liming accompanied Chen Wenxin and these foreigners in the conference room of the PR department.

Tell foreigners that the boss is not at home.

Of course, he will know immediately what the foreigner is going to do.

He went to the small car department to study cars with Asada Shinobu.

Nobu Asada wanted to build a 468L sedan with that 1.3 engine, and Wan Feng still supported it.

Chinese people love sedans far more than hatchbacks. As for the specific reason, scientists can't explain it clearly after a while.

Although the 1.3L sedan feels a little small, it is at least a sedan. In line with the step-by-step approach, Wan Feng has no objection to Asada Shinobu.

At this time, his creed came into play again. If he can't do it well, he can't do it badly!

Didn't you still accumulate experience if you did it badly?

Taking advantage of the current shortage of cars in Huaguo, maybe this car can be sold well after being built.

Of course, the appearance must be eye-catching.

Seeing Nobu Asada and several technicians drawing the boxy car models on the computer, Wan Feng couldn't stand it anymore, he was tired of looking at it.

Wan Feng ran back to his office, took out his picture album from the safe, and went through it in the small-displacement car.

There are so many f*cking paintings, this looks dazzled.

This one looks good, and that one looks good too. After seeing it, it is really dazzled, and it looks the same to everyone.

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he stretched out his hand and randomly pulled one out.

It seems to be a 1.3L car called Excelle.

I vaguely remember that it was made by the Buick family, whoever made it is it.

Wan Feng took the concept map and ran back to Asada Xin's office.

"Mr. Asada, how about this style?"