The rise of nanometers

Boston, Cambridge.

Water vapor from the Great Lakes and the North Atlantic, coupled with the blessing of high-pressure air masses at high latitudes, brings wind and snow to the city.

In this blizzard weather, Harvard University is approaching the annual Christmas holiday, and many students are arranging vacations here, or celebrating with relatives and friends.

Not far from the school.

In a small villa, an old man was busy in the kitchen. After peeling the pumpkins he planted himself, he was preparing to make pumpkin pie and roast pumpkins.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

The wife hurriedly opened the door.

"Oh! Mark, long time no see."

"Ms. Aisha, you are still beautiful. Is Mr. Charles here?" The middle-aged man took off his hat and shook the snowflakes, revealing his bald head.

Charles Lee Bo's voice came from the kitchen: "Mark, I'm making pumpkin pie. Please sit down for a while."

Aisha took Mark Benjamin's hat and coat and walked directly to the kitchen. She picked up a tomato and gnawed it. After a while, he suddenly said: "Teacher, do you know what happened in China?"

"Hua Guo? Are you talking about the nanowire textile chip created by your student?" Charles Li Bo put the pumpkin pieces into the food processor and pressed the switch.

"Yes, the FBI searched my house three days ago and took away my computer, laptop and mobile phone. I was also asked a lot of questions."

"FBI?" Charles Lee Bo's hand paused: "They suspect you of leaking technology? Are you kidding?"

"I'm worried that teachers will also be affected."

Charles Lee Bo was a little angry: "Oh, damn it! Damn dirty politics."

After putting the things away, Aisha patted Charles' hand: "My dear, leave the kitchen to me! You and Mark have a chat."

"Sorry for making you worry."

living room.

Charles poured Mark a cup of coffee.

"I emailed Fan (Fan Shoushan), and he sent me a lot of content. This is indeed a great creation. The regret that I didn't complete it back then was actually completed by your students."

However, Mark was not happy at all. He shook his head and said, "Huang and I just have an ordinary teacher-student relationship. When he graduated last year, I gave him a mediocre evaluation, but I didn't expect that he could achieve such huge scientific research achievements. "

Charles, who was very rational, took a sip of coffee: "The potential of nanowire semiconductors is very huge. In the direction of three-dimensional structure chips, it is much simpler than photolithography. For the entire Western semiconductor industry, this is destined to be a fierce competition. .”

"The key point now is that those hunting dogs are targeting us. It's simply unreasonable. I'm just a school teacher and not an Intel engineer. What can I leak?" Mark complained excitedly.

"I……"

Then the doorbell rang.

Charles got up to open the door, and Mark suddenly had a bad feeling.

When the wooden door opened, three men in black suits rushed in. One of them took out a document:

"Sir, I am Agent George from the FBI. This is a search warrant. Please cooperate with our work."

"...OK." Charles knew that these people had no mercy, so he got out of the way and led them into the house.

Mark, who was in the living room, suddenly turned gloomy when he saw those familiar faces.

George also spotted Mark who was glaring at them: "Good afternoon, Mr. Mark, don't interfere with our work. I don't want to cause trouble, do you understand?"

Charles hurriedly grabbed Mark, comforted his wife Aisha who was coming out of the kitchen, and hugged his wife who was shaking slightly.

George, on the other hand, led people to carefully search the entire house inside and out, and took away computers, notebooks, mobile phones, and Charles' research materials.

Finally, George took out another document from his body: "Professor Charles Li Bo, this is a notice to cooperate with the investigation. Please come with me!"

"I need my lawyer on the scene." Charles stared at George.

"no problem."

Two hours later.

Inside an ordinary small building.

Charles and the defense lawyer, as well as George and two other detectives, were in an interrogation room. The atmosphere was somewhat dull.

George turned on the recording equipment and signaled to start taking notes.

"Professor Charles, do you know these two people?" George took out a photo of his life, and it was Huang Xiuyuan and Lu Xuedong.

"NO."

"Are you sure? But according to our investigation, on September 14, 2007, you held a pumpkin party to celebrate growing the largest pumpkin in Maryland, and these two people participated in the party at that time."

Charles replied expressionlessly: "They are my students' friends. I can't know everyone, OK?"

"The next question is, have you accepted funding from certain forces and leaked banned technologies to them? Could you please explain where the 30,000 yuan in your account came from?"

The defense lawyer immediately retorted: "Agent George, my client serves as a foreign academician of China. This does not violate federal regulations. It is also international practice to provide subsidies."

After more than two hours of repeated questioning, despite the defense lawyer's arguments, he still wasn't caught with too many questions.

I can only hold on to the tax issue of a few hundred meters and hold on to it.

the other side.

California, Silicon Valley.

Intel held the World Semiconductor Industry Conference.

President ASML, who hurriedly took a flight from the Netherlands, arrived at Intel's headquarters.

In a large conference hall, no one admired the technological design, only inner hesitation and nervousness.

Looking at the panic-stricken crowd, Intel President Paul Otellini felt heavy in his heart. Now he can only pray that there will not be too many pig teammates in these companies.

He picked up the microphone and said in a low voice: "Gentlemen, we need to talk about the future of world semiconductors today, because on the other side of the Pacific, an opponent is rising. If we do not unite, we may be defeated by the other party. "

IBM President Palmisano stood up and spoke: "We at IBM have been hit. At present, the tape business can only rely on policy protection. If the semiconductor industry cannot deal with this enemy, perhaps we will lose our leading position."

"Pammy is right," Paul said solemnly.

Everyone present knows that the crisis is approaching and the stock market has plummeted continuously because investors are not optimistic about the future of major semiconductor companies.

Whether it is Shin-Etsu and LG for semiconductor materials, ASML, Tokyo Electronics, and Applied Materials for semiconductor equipment, or Intel and GlobalFoundries for chip manufacturing.

Even Qualcomm, which specializes in chip design, felt a chill to the core.

After all, Suiren Company plans to promote the Fuxi architecture, which means that everything will have to be overturned, including the chip design, which will become different.

After some discussions, all the corporate executives felt helpless because they could influence Huawei, SMIC, and TSMC, but they could not influence Suiren because this company was very resistant to foreign investment.

Suddenly, Motosaku Takahashi, the vice president of Tokyo Electronics, whispered a few words in the ear of Intel President Paul.

"..." Paul frowned.

Takahashi Yuance had a helpless expression: "Paul, this is the best way now, unless you have a better way."

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