Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

"Too deceiving!"

Han Youpeng, who was awakened from his sleep by a phone call, was furious.

No matter how good-sounding and high-sounding the press conference is, in the final analysis, country M is afraid of the rapid development speed of Hua country.

"Then what should we do now?" The wife next to me also knew the extent of the impact of this incident, and she asked worriedly, "Now the country is in the stage of development, and the demand for chips is increasing year by year. According to M Given the dominance of the country, I am afraid that the price of chips will soar several times in a short time."

At that time, the production costs of all walks of life in the country will rise accordingly.

I don't know how many unemployed people will be caused and how many families' futures will be affected.

"They're in a hurry," Han Youpeng said in a deep voice. He turned on the lamp by the bed and began to get dressed. "I should have thought about it earlier. The politicians in country M are not fools. They won't just sit and wait for our results to be developed. They Although we often make jokes internally for the whole world to see, we have the same interests when dealing with us."

He stood up, turned his head and said to his wife comfortingly, "Go to bed first, I'm going to the research institute."

Country M is coming in menacingly, are they just persimmons that can be squeezed and flattened?

This is the Huaguo of the 21st century, not the wimpy Qing Dynasty who "measures China's material resources and unites the country's love"!

On this day, countless people could not sleep at night.

Qiao Jing got the news from 008 as soon as he woke up.

"Ah," he was silent for a moment, "how should I put it, I actually already had a hunch."

Because of his parents' work, he heard a lot of unknown confidential information at the family dinner table since he was a child.

It can only be said that the game between countries is more cruel and dangerous than ordinary people imagine.

Because of this, Qiao Jing cherishes the present peace even more.

"But I'm just a novelist, so even if I'm worried, there's nothing I can do." He sighed, "Ordinary people like us, as long as we do our jobs well."

Qiao Jing was telling the truth, but this did not prevent heated discussions on the Internet.

When the news of the press conference in Country M spread to the country, Weibo exploded even in the middle of the night when most people were already asleep.

By seven o'clock in the morning, half of the entire hot search list was occupied by related entries.

There is no way, a small chip can be associated with too many industries.

It can even be exaggerated to say that the entire modern information society is based on it.

——Country M's move is indeed very ruthless, which is equivalent to directly choking the economic lifeline of Huaguo.

But Huaguo's annual chip imports are huge enough, big enough to make a bunch of capitalists bleed.Therefore, on the one hand, they urge their own government to impose sanctions on Hua, and on the other hand, they are desperately begging the people of Hua to give up as soon as possible, otherwise they will not be able to bear it if it continues like this!

Both sides know that this is a war in which one thousand enemies are injured and eight hundred are harmed, and the comparison is to see who can't hold on first.

"If you want to produce 1nm level, it is no less than a fantasy with the current level of human technology." Han Youpeng has been very busy all day today. He answered countless calls in the morning alone and participated in two internal meetings. Meeting.

This level of workload is too tiring for an old man in his 70s, and Han Youpeng's voice is a bit hoarse when he speaks.

But after taking a sip of hot water to moisten his throat, he continued to say in a hoarse voice: "I can say with certainty that even country M cannot do it. This is a breakthrough enough to subvert the current foundation of human physics." .”

That's why he had been studying the theory in "Song of the Earth" before, but always fell into a sense of impasse.

Although very unwilling, Han Youpeng has to admit that it is difficult to witness the birth of this great achievement in his lifetime, or even in the lifetime of his next generation of students.

"However, I'm lucky enough." After all, he is a scholar who has lived for decades, and soon he smiled with relief, "It is the dream of many scientists to catch a glimpse of the glory of the future era. "

Every generation of scientists has the mission of each generation. After adjusting his mentality, Han Youpeng quickly devoted himself to his career——

Developed domestic chips for the country that can meet most of the production needs on the market and resist the sanctions imposed by country M.

However, to Han Youpeng's surprise, after in-depth analysis of the principles of 1nm chips, even though he only understood some superficial information ignorantly, when he went back to study those 4nm and 7nm chips, many problems troubled him. Years of problems have been solved.

Could it be that this is the deep meaning of what Yan Heqing wrote in the article?

Qiao Jing: No, I just think the title of the book "2080, Photolithography Machine" is very easy to understand.

At this time, Qiao Jing was sitting on Jing Xinglan's co-pilot, propped his chin, and drove towards Central Park with a gloomy expression.

"Why do you look unhappy?"

Jing Xinglan glanced at him and said doubtfully.

Should he be happy?

Qiao Jing felt his scalp tingling when he thought that he was going to a place full of stars and celebrities. He usually didn't like going out on the street, let alone participating in some kind of online literary event?

In order not to get out of the car, he even thought about whether he should simply tell Jing Xinglan his identity.

"actually, I……"

Qiao Jing opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Jing Xinglan slammed on the brakes.

Accompanied by the screeching sound of brakes, although Jing Xinglan reacted quickly, they still hit the front of the car.

Qiao Jing quickly grabbed the handle of the car roof, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Are you okay?" Jing Xinglan immediately turned to look at him.

"……fine."

The man unbuttoned his seat belt with a sullen face, got out of the car and strode to the driver's seat of the car in front, and asked in a cold voice, "The car backed up suddenly while waiting for the red light, how did you get your driver's license?"

This is a nanny's car, just as Jing Xinglan thought, there was a star in it who was still arranging her hair in front of the mirror.

This place is already very close to Central Park, and the commotion in the middle of the road quickly attracted the attention of nearby reporters.

The star's assistant secretly thought that something was wrong, and before the driver could speak, he took out a wad of money from his wallet and stuffed it into Jing Xinglan's arms.

"Sorry, we're in a hurry."

Jing Xinglan twitched the corners of his mouth sarcastically, letting the red banknotes flutter down from the air.

He didn't even look at the money, but asked back: "Seriously? Is this how you deal with it?"

"I said you were in a hurry, are you finished?"

In the back seat, the male star with exquisite makeup took off his sunglasses and stared at him impatiently.

He is a signed idol under OM Company. He has debuted for nearly seven years, but his fame in the entertainment industry can only be regarded as mediocre.As he grew older, he also filmed several web dramas in order to transform, but none of them made any splashes. It can be said that he is in a very embarrassing situation.

Jing Xinglan has always kept a low profile, and has rarely appeared in public since she became a model, and many non-first-line celebrities have only heard of her name but never seen her in person.

Therefore, the male star did not recognize his identity.

But after seeing the man's expensive suit and handsome appearance, he paused for a moment, a trace of imperceptible jealousy appeared in his eyes, obviously he regarded Jing Xinglan as a colleague: "Which company are you from? "

Jing Xinglan said indifferently: "Xinglan Entertainment."

The male celebrity let out a long voice, "Oh", and quickly went through the dozen or so well-known artists who signed contracts with Xinglan Entertainment. None of them were worthy of the title. He thought, that should be the lesser-known entertainment circle. Borderline.

This outfit is probably qualified to be worn by some rich woman who has been courted by her.

All of a sudden, he gained a lot of confidence.

The male star raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "Although we are from different companies, you have heard my name at least, don't say anything else, calling 'senior' should be the most basic courtesy, right?"

"I've never heard of it." Jing Xinglan said bluntly.

He discovered that using Qiao Jing's way of speaking to talk to certain people was surprisingly effective.

"You!" The male star's eyes widened, and his expression suddenly became dangerous.Fortunately, the assistant next to him stopped him from having an attack on the street in time: "Chang Lin, I'll be on the scene soon!"

He barely endured it, stared at Jing Xinglan and snorted coldly: "What a bad luck! Let's go."

Jing Xinglan looked at him unmoved: "Chang Lin, I remember."

"You'd better remember," Chang Lin sneered, "because you will never reach my level in this lifetime, understand?"

Jing Xinglan watched the nanny's car drive away coldly, then turned back to the driver's seat.

Qiao Jing looked at him nervously while holding the phone, probably frightened by the tense atmosphere between the two just now.

He asked in a low voice, "Are you all right? Do you need to call the police?"

"It's okay." For some reason, when Jing Xinglan saw Qiao Jing, Jing Xinglan's mood suddenly improved, "But the matter is not resolved yet. The paint on my car cannot be repaired domestically, so once it is touched Trouble. I will drive the car to the side of the road and ask someone to deal with it, and I may have to trouble you to walk for a while."

Qiao Jing nodded.

It is not far from Central Park, only one stop away, and it takes about ten minutes to walk there.

And on the way here, he was always worrying, Jing Xinglan was always by his side, what if he met his real editor, what to do, this lie would not be able to be fulfilled.Now the man took the initiative to separate from him, just in time for him to sneak back.

——That's right, until now, Qiao Jing still doesn't plan to attend this ceremony.

He was going to walk to the entrance of Central Park to take a photo, and if Jing Xinglan asked afterward, he would say that there were too many people and he couldn't find a seat.

Sensing the host's thoughts, Qiao Jing drilled a black cat's head out of the backpack he was carrying.

008 said with a complicated mood: "You are really...unwavering."

Qiao Jing continued to walk forward without looking sideways, assuming it was praising himself.

He even thought this idea was very good, and silently praised his wit in his heart.

When we came to the gate of Central Park, the street was indeed under martial law. Hundreds of black-clothed security guards stood at the entrance to maintain order. A [-]-meter-long red carpet stretched all the way to the stage by the lake. Countless reporters Crowded on both sides of the red carpet, they frantically took photos of the competing female stars.

Under the crackling flashlight, Qiao Jing's face paled a lot with the naked eye.

Once again, he was grateful for his decision not to be a star.

... Otherwise, he might be the one walking on the red carpet with a straight back and a smirk.

"Staff, please show your ID and walk through this passage!"

The security guard yelled at the crowd with a loudspeaker.

Qiao Jing glanced at it, but didn't pay much attention.

But just as he took out his mobile phone and was about to take a picture, a surprised voice came from behind him:

"Joe Mirror?"

He froze, but a hand was already on his shoulder.

After turning around to see Qiao Jing's face, the man opened his eyes slightly and said in a complicated tone, "It really is you."

"Why are you here?" Wang Cheng asked.

Qiao Jing looked up at him with a calm expression.

"Passing by."

"Really," but Wang Cheng obviously didn't believe it. He looked at Qiao Jing and sighed suddenly, "It seems that you have been doing well recently. Are you continuing to write?"

Qiao Jing didn't answer.

Wang Cheng's face was a little embarrassed. In the end, he took the initiative to look away, looked at the staff aisle and said, "Since you are here, let's go in together. But it's best not to let Mr. Yao see him. Recently... he is in a bad mood. Great."

Qiao Jing refused, "I don't—"

But Wang Cheng had already pulled him to the security guard, showed his ID, and brought Qiao Jing in with the flow of people.

Qiao Jing: "..."

He gave up.

"The location of Xingchen.com is here," Wang Cheng pointed to him, "but you probably don't want to sit here, it's the author's zone over there, Yuan Chengdao and the others miss you a lot, if you still plan to continue writing, You can talk to them."

Qiao Jing thought expressionlessly, yes, everyone in the group shouted for [-] yuan a day, but in the end a group of people gathered together to go fishing and picnic in the suburbs, put pigeons and beards and drink heavily during the day, and finally they all broke up. , was angered by readers and wholesaled blades.

When chatting with this group of people, is it about how to ask for leave in a fancy way, or how to break up and become a eunuch?

But rather than staying together with Wang Cheng without embarrassment, Qiao Jing still chose to walk towards the author's zone.

Yuan Chengdao and the others were not the first to discover Qiao Jing.

It's Sa Yi.

Sayi, who was perfunctory to the people next to him, caught sight of the familiar figure from the corner of his eye, and his eyes widened immediately, although this time he didn't get up from his seat directly like last time , but his breathing was still short for an instant, and his fists were clenched tightly——

"You...why are you here?"

In an instant, Sayi's thoughts changed sharply, and the question that he was about to blurt out was transformed into a sarcasm with a strange sarcasm.

Qiao Jing glanced at him lightly, but said nothing.

Sai Yi's face darkened instantly.

At this time, Yuan Chengdao, who was sitting not far away, finally noticed the movement here.

When he saw Qiao Jing, it was no exaggeration to say that his eyes lit up with a "swish".

Yuan Chengdao stood up suddenly, and waved desperately: "Master! Come and sit down!"

Qiao Jing stood there for a few seconds, and slowly walked over under the fiery gaze that almost pierced him.

"you……"

As soon as Qiao Jing sat down, before he could speak, Yuan Chengdao laughed and hugged him around his neck, and winked at the other writers around him who had never met Qiao Jing before, "Guess, who is this great master?"

Because Qiao Jing never made public appearances, except for a few people in the small group, most of the authors present had never seen him.

Moreover, he was also dressed very casually today, wearing a white sweater and jeans. At first glance, he was not an author who was invited to participate in the ceremony, but more like a staff member of a college student who came here to volunteer to earn credits.

But hearing Yuan Chengdao call him a "Great God"...should he have a lot of background?

One author asked curiously, "Is it the author of another website?"

Yuan Chengdao's face collapsed, and he didn't expect this person to ask such heart-pounding questions as soon as he came up.

But unexpectedly, Qiao Jing nodded.

"Master, have you really signed a contract with another website?" Yuan Chengdao was stunned for a moment, and asked quickly, "Which website is it? I'll ask my brothers to support it now!"

Qiao Jing shook her head: "It's just for fun."

"...Oh, forget it." Yuan Chengdao put down the phone regretfully.

Top authors like them are basically not short of money, not to mention that Qiao Jing was once a great god at the top of the online literature industry.

The money he earns in a day can equal the wages of ordinary people for a year.

"It's good to relax, but being constantly urged to update by readers is a feeling that people love and hate at the same time." Yuan Chengdao sighed.

I think back then he was also a tentacle monster who could hit [-] a day on a bottle, now?

A daily change of [-] is considered hard work!

"By the way, God, do you know that there is a new author who is quite famous recently?" Yuan Chengdao asked enthusiastically, "Have you heard of the pen name Yan Heqing?"

Qiao Jing's eyes were blank, and he held down 008 who was rolling around laughingly in his backpack.

"...a little heard."

Yuan Chengdao stared at the bulging backpack for a few seconds with weird eyes, finally looked away reluctantly, and continued: "He is amazing, although I don't know if he is a newcomer, but his performance is scary enough even for a vest .and you know what?"

Qiao Jing didn't want to answer.

But looking at Yuan Chengdao's expectant eyes, he managed to squeeze out two words between his teeth: "What?"

Yuan Chengdao coughed, leaned close to his ear mysteriously, and said in a low voice, "I heard that Yan Heqing..."

"—he's not human!"

Qiao Jing: "..."

Okay, why scold him?

Yuan Chengdao didn't notice that Qiao Jing's face was weird, and he was still talking about the gossip he heard from nowhere: "I have also read that "Song of the Earth", and to be honest, it really doesn't look like it was written by a newcomer. That foreshadowing, buried by the grass snake gray thread, tsk tsk, it's so simple."

"The most important thing is," he said the key point, his voice suddenly became serious, "There is too much professional knowledge involved in it, we all write articles, you should also know that this kind of article is only for checking. It will take at least several years to prepare the materials!"

Qiao Jing agreed: "Indeed."

Without 008's database and virtual space functions, he would have to wait at least another five or six years to write "Song of the Earth", and he may not be able to reach the current level.

"That doesn't mean that Yan Heqing is not human?" On the other side, an author leaned over and said with a smile.

Yuan Chengdao shook his head again and again: "You don't understand. Just a while ago, the nephew of my second uncle's younger sister's cousin asked me. He knew that I wrote articles on Xingchen.com and asked me if I knew Yan Heqing's identity. "

He made a big fuss and said, "My relative is from the National Security Department! He specializes in catching spies!"

Everyone took a deep breath.

"Could it be that Yan Heqing is..."

"No, no, I'm not saying he's a spy," Yuan Chengdao said, "It's just that he must know some inside information. Didn't you see that military fans on the Internet are discussing the things written in his book every day in the forum? "

Seeing that he was talking more and more vigorously, Qiao Jing had to interrupt: "The ceremony will begin soon, go back to your seat first."

Yuan Chengdao's speech has already attracted people around him, if this continues, Qiao Jing will be suffocated.

He is afraid of people.

"Okay." Yuan Chengdao closed his mouth regretfully.

Seeing that there was no gossip to listen to, the other authors also returned to their seats one after another.

The crowd dispersed, and Sayi, who had been paying attention to their side, finally saw Qiao Jing again.The heart in his chest was pounding, and he remembered what Yao Jing said to him just now.

"The website has already taken care of it for you. After a while, you just need to go up to receive the award, and just say a few acceptance speeches." Yao Jing said, but his brows were still frowning.

Obviously, this time was different from the previous awards ceremony in Xingchen.com. Before the opening of the ceremony, he still had doubts, always feeling as if something unexpected would happen.

But Yao Jing didn't intend to tell Sayi, he just said: "Don't embarrass the website, you understand what I mean?"

What else can Sai Yi say?

Of course he could only bow his head and agree.

Although he really doesn't want to admit it, it is true that he can have the readership he has today, all thanks to Yao Jing and Wang Cheng's strong support for him.Once the website hides him... Sayi asked himself, he didn't have the courage to terminate the contract directly like Qiao Jing.

He was jealous of Jinghua Shuiyue's writing and achievements, and also envied Qiao Jing's free and easy.As the same author, no one knows better than Sayi himself that he will probably never be able to write a work like Qiao Jing in his life.

This is more desperate than anything else.

All kinds of intense emotions are pulling in his heart, and the only thing that can make Sayi feel better than himself is that Qiao Jing himself gave up the pseudonym "Jinghua Shuiyue".The Internet literature industry is updated very quickly, he thought, after another two years, there will be no such person on the Internet.

What's the use of writing well?Traffic is king!

He's the one who gets the last laugh.

The celebrities took their seats one by one, and some wanted to chat with Yao Jing, but Yao Jing kept pretending to be something in his heart.

"Please let me go."

Yao Jing's meditation was suddenly interrupted.

He looked at Jing Xinglan who had come late until now, and greeted him with a half-smile: "Hey, Boss Jing is really busy."

"Not as good as Mr. Yao." Jing Xinglan said indifferently, and sat down beside him without looking sideways.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the organizer arranged the seats of the two of them together.Yao Jing recalled his public apology on Weibo before, and felt as if he had swallowed a fly alive, aggrieved and disgusted.

He was really not reconciled, so not long after Jing Xinglan sat down, he took the initiative to say: "I heard that Xinglan Entertainment has contacted Liuliu.com recently, wanting to buy the copyright of Yan Heqing's book?"

Jing Xinglan didn't believe that Yao Jing didn't know that the copyright of "Song of the Earth" had been taken over by the state.

Mentioning this now can only be because Yao Jing deliberately wanted to make him feel uncomfortable.

He smiled flatly: "Our Xinglan Entertainment has always respected the wishes of the creators. Yan Heqing is an excellent author, and "Song of the Earth" is also an excellent work. I believe the country will remake this book There are better arrangements. Are you right, Mr. Yao?"

Jokes, who can't tell the scene?

Yao Jing's face twitched violently.

"Boss Jing is right." He finally turned cold and stopped pretending, "But OM Company has bought the copyright of "Legend of the Unicorn" for 2000 million yuan, and it is expected that there will be three seasons, and the first season will wrap up next year. .Although I don’t know what Mr. Jing’s plans are, but I still hope that Xinglan Entertainment will have the same excellent S-level script production next year.”

Jing Xinglan gave a perfunctory hum, and didn't take him seriously at all.

As a special guest, one of the biggest bosses at the ceremony, his seat was arranged at the front by the staff.This position can give a panoramic view of the stage, but Yao Jing found that Jing Xinglan kept turning his head back frequently, as if he was looking for someone.

In fact, Jing Xinglan was indeed looking for someone.

He scanned the auditorium several times but didn't find Qiao Jing, so he could only lower his head and send a message on his mobile phone: "Where are you?"

Qiao Jing didn't reply him.

Jing Xinglan frowned unobtrusively, stared at the dialog box unwillingly, and finally put away the phone silently.

"I'm sorry, I didn't find a place just now, so I'm late."

Another voice came from behind the two, breaking the stiff atmosphere between Jing Xinglan and Yao Jing.

Liu Huayi was wearing a sleek white suit, oiled hair, and shiny leather shoes as he walked over with a smile on his face.

Behind him was a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses. Looking at the big bosses at the table who were worth hundreds of millions, his expression was a little forced and calm. He was probably a subordinate who came with him.

When seeing Yao Jing, Liu Huayi stretched out his hand with a smile and said, "President Yao, long time no see, you look good today!"

Yao Jing twitched the corner of his mouth and cursed the nouveau riche in his heart, but on the surface he squeezed out a smile and shook hands with him.

"Where, Mr. Liu is also very energetic."

As soon as the two hands touched the points, Liu Huayi looked down at the seat number on his invitation letter, his eyes first fell on the empty seat beside Jing Xinglan, and then paused when he saw Jing Xinglan's face: "This The bit is...?"

"Jing Xinglan," Jing Xinglan introduced himself, "CEO of Xinglan Entertainment."

Liu Huayi's eyes lit up, and he said repeatedly: "So it's Boss Jing! I've heard the name for a long time!"

When shaking hands with Jing Xinglan, his attitude was much more enthusiastic than when facing Yao Jing.

Jing Xinglan raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he met Liu Huayi formally, but out of goodwill for Yan Heqing, he said politely: "Mr. Liu, sit down, the ceremony will begin immediately."

Liu Huayi sat down with a smile.

Before he could sit still, he turned his head and said to the other pigeons next to him: "Don't forget, remember to go to the author area over there and walk around more, and try to get some of them over!"

The writers present today are not unknown people, and Xingchen.com has the most people. Liu Huayi saying such things in front of Yao Jing is basically the same as poaching a wall in person.

Facing Yao Jing's sudden and menacing gaze, Bie Ge said bravely, "I know the boss."

Gods fight, mortals suffer, he smiled wryly in his heart, he was talking about wage earners like them.

But he still followed the boss's instructions, took a small notebook and strolled to the author's area before the ceremony officially started.

On the long table was a row of familiar names of Internet writers. Even if Bie Ge was not an employee of Xingchen.com, he would have heard of these people's names.

But he just glanced at it hastily and walked over.

Because Bie Ge knows that it is impossible for these great authors to give up Xingchen.com and come to their small website, even if Liuliu.com now has a number one heavyweight master like Yan Heqing.

What he was looking for should be the kind of author who is not too famous but has a certain reputation.

After all, I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, don't take it for granted, maybe some fresh leeks will be fooled, ah no, was he persuaded?

As he was walking, Bie Ge suddenly stopped.

He saw a black-haired young man sitting alone on the seat at the edge of the long table, and there was no nameplate on the table in front of him, as if he had been forgotten by the staff.But the person sitting next to him, Bie Ge, knew him——

One of the famous master writers on Xingchen.com is Yuan Chengdao, whose achievements are second only to the legendary master Jinghua Shuiyue and who successfully proved Taoism with martial arts.

Probably because of the pressure of sitting with the master author, the black-haired young man kept his head half-lowered, only occasionally nodding his head slightly between Yuan Chengdao's words, pursing his lips lightly, and his sitting posture was a little stiff.

Bie Ge clenched the notebook tightly and showed a satisfied smile.

Poor little girl, it's you!