Reborn in 2005, starting with repairing mobile phones

When this was mentioned, Uncle Cai's voice revealed obvious emotion and admiration for Lin Dong's accurate prediction: "Boss Lin, as you instructed, as soon as the official Motorola repair guide became widely available in March, we decisively stopped the production of kits and the expansion of new channels."

At the end of April, after clearing the last batch of inventory and accounts receivable, the "Speed ​​Repair Treasure" line was officially closed.

The rest are just occasional inquiries from scattered old customers. I've delegated these to a few trustworthy colleagues to maintain relationships. I'm not in it for the money, just to make friends.

He paused, then concluded, "Who would have thought that the business that was making a fortune before the Lunar New Year, the envy of Huaqiangbei, would disappear so suddenly after the holiday? Just like you said in the teahouse, once the technology is made public, it becomes commonplace."

Thanks to your foresight and quick action, we not only made our first fortune before the new year, but your guidance in navigating those market trends over the next four months was truly masterful... Otherwise, we wouldn't have such a solid foundation now.

"Very good," Lin Dong affirmed. "Its historical mission has been more than accomplished. Now, you and Ahao should shift your focus entirely to the new company."

"Understood! Boss Lin!" Uncle Cai understood instantly. The old era had completely ended, and all elite forces had to be mobilized to the new battlefield.

That night, a Chaozhou-style clay pot congee stall in Futian District stayed open until late.

Uncle Cai skillfully ordered a pot of fresh shrimp congee, several dishes of braised dishes, and two bottles of ice-cold beer.

Ah-hao sat opposite him, his posture still upright, his gaze habitually sweeping over the sparse diners around him.

"Come on, Ah Hao, you've been running around like this these past few days, it must have been tough."

Uncle Cai poured Ah Hao a drink, took a big gulp himself, and sighed contentedly, "Boss Lin came back this time, and his actions were frighteningly fast. In just a few days, the positions were finalized, and the team was all assembled. Tsk tsk, those three are all big shots."

Ah Hao nodded, took a sip of his drink, and said succinctly, "Brother Dong always does things this way."

In his eyes, everything Lin Dong did was reasonable and inevitable.

"yes,"

Uncle Cai picked up a piece of braised tofu and remarked, "That Engineer Zhang from Guanlan may seem dull, but he's a real go-getter with real skills. That Dr. Zhou from Harbin Institute of Technology may seem bookish, but he's a technical fanatic. The most amazing one is this Designer Su today..."

Uncle Cai lowered his voice, with a hint of male teasing and admiration, "She is truly beautiful, with an aura that's like she stepped out of a painting. But Boss Lin is even more impressive; with just one picture and a few words, he tamed such an arrogant person."

Ah-hao didn't react much to Su Xiao-wen's beauty, only saying, "The pictures Dong-ge gave me are definitely the best."

"Of course!"

Uncle Cai wholeheartedly agreed, "When has anything Boss Lin ever brought out been bad? I'm just amazed that our business is changing so much. Before, in Huaqiangbei, although we made money, it was really just dealing in goods and doing repairs."

What now?

"To invent, to make my own things, that's a huge leap..." He shook his head and took another swig of wine, unsure whether he was excited or nervous.

"Wherever Brother Dong points, I'll shoot."

Ah-hao's answer remained simple and direct, which was the ultimate embodiment of his beliefs.

Uncle Cai looked at him, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder: "I knew you'd say that. To put it bluntly, the two of us brothers are Boss Lin's 'old hands.' In the future, when the company grows bigger and there are more top students, they'll handle the big picture."

But some fundamental matters, errands, and protecting Boss Lin—those are things we'll have to handle.

He leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Ah Hao, from now on you'll be working with Boss Lin, so keep your eyes open. These top students are treasures; their brains are precious, their hands are precious, and their minds might be complicated."

"It's fine to keep our distance normally, but if any fools try to mess with Boss Lin or these precious kids..." Uncle Cai didn't finish his sentence, but a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, a trait honed in Huaqiangbei.

Ah Hao tightened his grip on the wine glass, his eyes suddenly sharpening like knives, but his voice remained steady: "Yes. Anyone who touches it, I'll cripple them."

"Haha, great!"

Uncle Cai laughed heartily, raised his glass, and said, "Let's not talk about that anymore. Come on, let's drink! We need to be in good spirits for the meeting the day after tomorrow, and we can't let Boss Lin down!"

"bite."

When Zhang Mingyuan turned on the table lamp switch, the old metal knob made a crisp sound.

The hotel room window was open, and the sultry summer night breeze blew in, but it couldn't dispel the heat in his heart.

He had three notebooks spread out in front of him: one was a cheap notebook issued by the factory, printed with "Yongxin Electronics," with the corners rolled up, and it was filled with his years of repair records of circuit anomalies and temporary solutions, the handwriting was messy because he was in a hurry.

Another item was a copy of "Analog Circuit Design" that he found at a secondhand bookstore. The cover was almost falling off, and the pages were filled with notes with formulas and questions.

The latest one is a hardcover notebook he bought today when he passed by a bookstore; it still smells faintly of paper and ink.

He didn't sleep, and didn't even feel tired.

The debt of 93,000 yuan was like a mountain that had been moved, leaving not an empty space, but a deeper and more urgent pit.

He fears.

I fear that my skills, which are only used for tinkering at the end of the assembly line, are far from meeting the grand vision of "designing a mobile phone motherboard from scratch" that Boss Lin spoke of.

I was afraid that my reaction time was too slow, that I wouldn't learn fast enough, and that I would waste those inevitably expensive chips and components. I was even more afraid of disappointing the young man who had pulled me back from the brink of death and given my mother hope for treatment.

"I can't hold them back... I absolutely can't..."

He muttered to himself, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He opened the first page of his new notebook and wrote the title in neat, almost rigid handwriting: "Preliminary Review of the Difficulties and Feasibility of Mobile Intelligent Device Motherboard Research".

Then, he began to list them one by one, drawing on his experience in repairing various mobile phone motherboards:

Power supply system... Signal integrity... Radio frequency interference... Structure stacking and heat dissipation... Connectors and reliability...

For each entry he wrote, he would write in small print in the margins of the entry his possible solutions were, or he would add a large question mark and write next to it "needs further study" or "needs experimental verification".

The pen scratches across the paper, and time slips away quietly.

The sky outside the window changed from dark black to deep blue, and the faint sound of the early morning bus could be heard in the distance.

Zhang Mingyuan finally put down his pen, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and looked at the notebook filled with seven or eight pages of writing.

This is far from the answer; it's just the tip of the iceberg.

But this is the most sincere thing he can offer right now.

He carefully placed the notebook and the copy of the sketch of the future phone together, feeling a little more at ease.

He'll at least have something to say at the meeting tomorrow.

In the morning, at the Key Laboratory Building of Microelectronics, Shenzhen Campus of Harbin Institute of Technology.

Zhou Chengyu, wearing his best shirt, knocked on the door of his mentor's office.

His advisor, Professor Fang Wen, was wearing glasses and reading a paper. He looked up and saw him, his face expressionless, and simply gestured to the chair opposite him: "Sit down. Have you thought it through?"

"Teacher Fang, I've made up my mind."

Zhou Chengyu sat down, his back ramrod straight, his voice calm and clear, "I have decided to withdraw from the current touch algorithm optimization project group and apply to change the direction of my graduation thesis."

Professor Fang put down the paper and gave him a sharp look: "Chengyu, I reminded you. The reason I was listed as the first author on that paper was to better secure resources and get it published faster. You know the rules of the lab."

The equipment, data, and initial investment in your current research area all come from the lab. You're changing directions? Where are you going to switch to? Are you going to conjure up a completely new research topic out of thin air?

"I already have a direction for the new research topic. I will complete the relevant learning and preparation work in my personal time and will not take up laboratory resources."

Zhou Chengyu had already prepared his answer: "As for that paper... I completed the core algorithm independently. I can give up the school's authorship and evaluation of that part of the results, but I hope to retain the right to continue to study the principles and ideas in depth."

This is almost the most thorough cut.

They abandoned the results that were about to be obtained and could affect their graduation evaluation, only wanting to take away the most core "idea".

Professor Fang looked at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "Young man, it's good to have drive. But you need to think carefully, once you leave the lab platform, how much are your 'ideas' worth? How will they be validated? Who will fund them?"

Those companies outside want things that can generate immediate profits, not your theories that still need polishing.

Zhou Chengyu neither argued nor explained.

Professor Fang finally waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible regret: "Go to Assistant Wang to handle the formalities. Return the lab access card and key."

Remember, once you leave this room, if you want to use any of the equipment or data here, you'll have to apply through the off-campus cooperation process, and I might not even approve it.

"Understood. Thank you for your guidance over the years, Professor Fang." Zhou Chengyu stood up and bowed respectfully.

He didn't leave immediately after leaving the office.

He stood in the empty, quiet corridor for a while, taking one last look through the glass wall at the expensive oscilloscopes, signal analyzers, and cleanroom workbenches in the laboratory.

Those instruments were once his windows to exploring the unknown world, but they were also shackles that bound his mind.

Now, he is saying goodbye to both the window and the shackles.

There was an empty space in my heart, but in a much wider space, something was flourishing.

He took a deep breath, turned away, and strode towards the bright, almost blinding sunlight outside.

He didn't know what the future held.

But he knew that from this moment on, his algorithm would only be responsible for its own understanding and the user experience.