The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

"Teacher Cang, what do you smell like?"

Just with this sentence, Cang Jing Lanxia's cheeks flew, and she gently hit Lin Zhiyuan, "What do you think? It's all your fault. Your son might have eaten it."

Lin Zhiyuan suddenly realized. No wonder he felt that this smell was a little familiar. It turned out to be the smell of milk. When Su Jin gave birth to Ah Su, there was also this smell during the breastfeeding period. It's just that so many years have passed that he has forgotten it.

Now that his son was mentioned, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't wait to go and see him.

"You're too late. Our son is asleep." Aoi Lan took Lin Zhiyuan's hand and walked carefully into the children's room. In the crib, little comrade Lin Lanting was sleeping soundly. His little mouth moved as he sucked. His two round and plump cheeks, like big apples, made Lin Zhiyuan think of another child named Xiao Xin.

Lin Zhiyuan hadn't seen such a small baby in a long time. He lay on the bed, staring at Xiaoxin's little face without blinking, as if he was talking to Teacher Cang, or as if he was talking to himself, "Xiaoxin was born on April 17th, and will be five months soon."

Seeing that he remembered his son's birthday so clearly, Aoi Lan was overjoyed. She hugged Lin Zhiyuan from behind, and the two of them just stared at their son, motionless.

"Are you the only one taking care of him? Isn't it too hard?"

"No, I hired a nanny and a babysitter, but knowing that I would be meeting you these few days, I gave them a day off."

"Thank you for your hard work." Lin Zhiyuan held Cang Jinglan's little hand, "I feel bad for letting you give birth to a child alone."

"It doesn't matter. As long as you have money, there are plenty of people willing to serve you. Don't worry, Xiaoxin and I are living a happy life."

The two of them were chatting in a low voice, when Xiaoxin on the bed suddenly let out a loud cry, and then raised his two little hands and grasped around, as if trying to grab something?

This caught Lin Zhiyuan off guard, "What happened to him?"

"Are you hungry?" Aoi Ran skillfully held Xiaoxin in her arms, unbuttoned his clothes, and lifted his collar. Comrade Xiaoxin accurately found the target, and then used all his strength, even stretching his toes, and sucked desperately.

Lin Zhiyuan watched with great interest.

Aoi Lan looked up and glanced at him, her face flushed, and she asked in a low voice: "Do you want to eat?"

Lin Zhiyuan hesitated a little, "It's not good to snatch food from my son..."

"It doesn't matter, I have enough milk, my son can't eat it at all..."

"Well, let's not waste such good things." Lin Zhiyuan agreed reluctantly.

After Xiaoxin finished drinking the milk, he fell asleep again quickly.

Aoi Lan pulled Lin Zhiyuan out of the children's room.

Just now at the banquet, Lin Zhiyuan didn’t have any staple food, so he was indeed a little hungry now. Fortunately, there was a midnight snack.

After all the tossing and turning, Teacher Cang, who had had enough, snuggled in Lin Zhiyuan's arms and closed her eyes in satisfaction.

Lin Zhiyuan then remembered that he hadn’t asked about the main matter yet!

"By the way, I asked you to find out Nikon and Canon's attitudes towards immersion lithography machines. Did you get any results?"

Aoi Lan didn't even open her eyes, and said lazily: "I don't want to talk now, I'll tell you tomorrow morning!"

Lin Zhiyuan actually didn't plan to spend the night here. After all, he was living in a hotel where there were many people around. It would have a bad impact if he didn't come back all night.

But looking at Teacher Cang's current state, if I insist on leaving, I'm afraid Teacher Cang will be very angry.

Lin Zhiyuan could only call the person in charge of Jinye Real Estate in Shanghai and arrange everything before he fell asleep peacefully.

At around five o'clock the next day, after a night's rest, Teacher Cang was fully recovered. After feeding Xiaoxin, she also prepared a nutritious breakfast milk for Lin Zhiyuan.

Having finally quenched his thirst, Teacher Cang started to talk business. "Mr. Lin, I contacted Nikon and Canon as you instructed, but I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. These two companies are not interested in your immersion lithography machines and are even quite resistant to them."

"Why?" This puzzled Lin Zhiyuan. At least so far, immersion lithography technology is the most advanced in the world. As the top lithography giants at the moment, why are Nikon and Canon so resistant?

"Mr. Lin, luckily I still have some connections in the business community of Dongsang Country. I asked around and finally found out what was going on..." In Aoi Ran's narration, Lin Zhiyuan finally understood the real reason behind all this.

Nikon and Canon have invested too much in dry lithography machines, and have united the entire industry chain to advance towards 157nm. It is impossible for them to give up halfway. If they switch to immersion technology now, the billions of dollars of scientific research funds previously invested will be wasted, and they will not be able to explain to the industry chain.

If the immersion lithography machine of the 45th Institute can really be mass-produced, it will mean that their past investment will be lost.

"No wonder!" Lin Zhiyuan fell into deep thought. Originally, his plan was very good. He used immersion technology to attract four lithography machine companies from the United States, Japan and Europe, took advantage of the competitive relationship between them, and finally chose the one with the best conditions to cooperate with.

I didn't expect the plan to be good, but it was a closed-door plan after all. It looked like Nikon and Canon would not cooperate with me, leaving only GCA from the United States and ASML from the United States. The number of companies that could cooperate with me was reduced by half, and the task suddenly became much more difficult.

Seeing Lin Zhiyuan like this, Cang Jinglan took the initiative to approach him and said, "Mr. Lin, how about I talk to the top executives of these two companies..."

“No need.” Lin Zhiyuan stood up with a wry smile. “These two companies must have invested a huge amount of money in dry lithography machines. If I’m not mistaken, it must be at least several billion US dollars. If you add in the entire industrial chain, it’s not surprising that it would be several hundred billion US dollars. It’s impossible for the other party to give up. Don’t worry about me. I’ll think about it again.”

Lin Zhiyuan didn't eat breakfast either. He put on his clothes and left the apartment.

He hailed a taxi on the roadside and told the driver to drive to Wukang Road. He then called Li Hui, the head of Jinye Real Estate in Shanghai, and said, "Xiao Li, I'm heading to Wukang Road now."

"Boss Lin, I'll be there too."

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a small western-style building on Wukang Road. Li Hui, the head of Jinye Real Estate Shanghai, was standing on the side of the road. When he saw the taxi coming, he hurried over and took the initiative to help Lin Zhiyuan open the door.

"Mr. Lin, the building has been cleaned and all the items have been replaced with new ones. You can move in at any time." As he spoke, Li Hui handed over a bunch of keys.

In 1992, Lin Zhiyuan used the money he earned from stock trading to buy three small houses in Shanghai, and the one on Wukang Road was the smallest.

Lin Zhiyuan considered that he would meet Teacher Cang during his stay in Shanghai, and staying in a hotel would be crowded, so he decided to stay here during his stay in Shanghai, which would make it more convenient for him to do anything.