101: Chapter 102 Six Tech Madmen Expelled from the West

After looking at these three heaven-defying technology options, Shen Du leaned back in his large boss chair without even a second of hesitation.

"3D printing?"

He scoffed, his fingertips lightly swiping across the virtual panel.

Without mercy, he cast the CVD-P—a room-temperature acoustic catalysis deposition technology capable of subverting high-precision manufacturing—into the cold palace.

Undeniably.

Once this thing was created, it could absolutely form a monopoly in vertical fields like medical dental molds and precision figurines, making a fortune.

But... so what?

In the grand chess game that Shen Du was currently orchestrating, which encompassed the entire world.

This kind of "clever trick" that could at best dominate a small, vertical track.

Simply did not deserve to occupy his precious "era dividend" admission ticket!

"Only the underlying silicon-based chip architecture and the Lithography Machine, which represents the crown of modern human industry, are the ultimate sharp weapons that can truly lead the next decade and have the qualifications to flip the tables on multinational giants!"

Shen Du's gaze locked tightly onto the other two options, his eyes revealing a chilling ambition.

He raised his hand without hesitation and pressed the confirm key heavily on the virtual panel.

He directly locked in the Magnetic Resonance Interference Maskless Lithography Machine and the Quantum Well Fully Depleted Silicon-Based Architecture.

Standing at the macro perspective of 2012, a year of transition.

Shen Du knew better than anyone what these two technologies represented.

They were not just two invincible commercial swords.

They were "breakthrough heavy weapons" that struck directly at the most painful shortcomings of China's entire semiconductor industry chain, both now and for decades to come!

In this great era where chips were about to become the lifeblood of the nation.

Domestic tech companies were being strangled by the West's tight optical barriers and underlying architecture patents.

It could be described as walking on thin ice, suffering endless humiliation.

And the arrival of these two black technologies.

Would completely tear apart the West's blockade network from a strange, parallel route!

Especially that machine, the maskless Lithography Machine that would make ASML executives have nightmares.

Shen Du watched the core data crazily flowing at the bottom of his eyes, and a trace of an extremely cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

Traditional chip design companies.

Every time they submitted a new design to a foundry for "tape-out" trial and error.

They had to spend tens of millions of dollars to create a set of expensive physical mask plates.

In the original historical trajectory.

Countless talented domestic start-up tech companies were dragged down and strangled in the cradle by this terrifying financial threshold.

But the appearance of MR-Litho meant that the physical plate link would be directly physically transcended!

It could control magnetic fields through code and interfere with direct writing on the wafer.

It slashed the tape-out trial and error cost of every type of chip.

From the desperate tens of millions of dollars to a negligible few tens of thousands of RMB!

This was no longer a simple technological superiority.

This was a terrifying gap of an entire order of magnitude in chip manufacturing costs compared to the arrogant, advanced mainstream technologies currently held by foreign countries!

"Monopolizing costs is monopolizing the future."

Shen Du exhaled a thick puff of smoke, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

As long as these two trump cards, capable of triggering the Third Industrial Revolution, were in his hands.

He could, in the upcoming technological storm.

Rewrite the underlying rules of the global semiconductor industry with the posture of an overlord!

With the heavy fall of Shen Du's fingertips, the layer representing 3D printing on the system panel instantly dimmed and dissipated.

And the remaining two core technology layers.

Burst forth with brilliant light, rushing like two meteors deep into Shen Du's mind.

[Ding! Selection confirmed!]

[Core technical parameters, underlying physical formulas, complete sets of engineering drawings... are being converted!]

[Conversion complete!]

[All top-secret materials have been automatically packaged. The host can extract and copy them to any highly encrypted computer disk at any time for subsequent research and development.]

Feeling the vast knowledge base in his brain, enough to shock the entire modern physics world.

Shen Du let out a long sigh of relief.

However, before he could fully digest these cross-era data.

The system's cold mechanical voice immediately dropped a blockbuster:

[Warning: Top-tier technology must be brought to fruition by top-tier executors.]

[The system has matched and recruited six 'geniuses' in the real world who were expelled by the mainstream Western tech circle due to conflicting route philosophies.]

[The core team for 'Quantum Well Fully Depleted Silicon-Based Architecture' and the core team for 'Magnetic Resonance Interference Maskless Lithography Machine' will arrive in Shanghai in one week!]

[Please ensure that the host prepares a residence and initial R&D base with a good level of security within seven days. Once the target personnel land, they must immediately be put into closed-loop operation!]

Whoosh—!

Along with the system's warning sound.

Six lifelike, high-definition portraits of people immediately popped up on the holographic screen in front of Shen Du.

Looking at the shocking background resumes under the photos, Shen Du's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

These were not scientific researchers from a greenhouse at all.

These were simply six lunatics who had been driven to a dead end and were preparing to take revenge on the Western tech altar!

The three photos on the left belonged to the QW-SOI chip architecture team, and their team codename was arrogant.

Named "Flat Earth."

It was clear that they were going to fight Intel's 3D route to the end.

Chief Architect and Team Leader: Arthur Pendleton.

A silver-haired American old man with extremely paranoid eyes.

The resume showed.

He was once a top materials science expert at IBM and Intel.

Just because he insisted on the theory that "2D planar potential is not exhausted," he was kicked out by the higher-ups as an alien.

Process Integration Director: Yelena Rostova.

A cold-looking Russian-born woman from Germany, like a polar priestess.

She could squeeze the physical limits of outdated DUV Lithography Machines without updating equipment; she was an absolute tyrant of action.

IC Design and Thermodynamics Supervisor: Marcus Vince.

A British genius who once worked at the ARM architecture laboratory.

Obsessed with power consumption and heat dissipation control, he was also the core puzzle piece that allowed the QW-SOI architecture to completely abandon water cooling and dominate the PC side.

And the three photos on the right belonged to the MR-Litho Lithography Machine team.

The codename of this team revealed a sense of mutual destruction: "Prometheus."

These heretics who stole heavenly fire swore to burn down ASML's century-old foundation.

Chief Scientist and Team Leader: Victor Zima.

A Dutchman with messy hair and a sick, fanatical look in his eyes.

He once pointed at the nose of the ASML CEO and cursed that the optical route was garbage, and was eventually jointly banned by the entire European Semiconductor Alliance.

Magnetic Control and Hardware Chief Engineer: Watanabe Toru.

A Japanese old craftsman with an expressionless face and eyes as sharp as blades.

He was once the absolute core of Nikon's Lithography Machine division.

Possessing the terrifying assembly ability to manually build precision monsters using ordinary heavy industrial parts.

God of Digital Direct Writing and Algorithms: Linus van der Berg.

A somewhat slovenly top Swedish hacker.

He was the "digital ghost" who could instantly convert complex chip drawings into magnetic field control code, thereby completely replacing physical mask plates.

Looking at these six god-tier team members who were regarded as "discarded pawns" by the Western tech circle in this era, yet held the keys to changing the world landscape.

A dangerous smile curled at the corner of Shen Du's mouth.

"One week..."

Shen Du turned off the virtual panel and rubbed his slightly swollen brow.

Once they land, they must be in place immediately!

The system had already delivered the sharpest blade and the top swordsmen into his hands.

Next.

He had to build a "underground technology fortress" in the suburbs or deep mountains of Shanghai, sparing no cost, where not even a fly could get in.

Because once these people and those machine drawings were exposed to the sun.

The CIA and American corporate spies would definitely pounce like mad dogs.

"This security level and site construction cost is not a small sum..."