222: Chapter 223 Creating a Brand New Multiband Dynamic Protocol

July 2014, Shanghai.

Inside the backseat of a smoothly moving Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Shen Du leaned against the dark leather backrest, his slender fingertips sliding rapidly across the screen of a tablet computer.

On the screen was a top-secret industrial summary transmitted back from Europe.

Shen Du's gaze swept coldly over the shocking, bolded intelligence on the screen:

Nokia, once arrogant and all-powerful in Europe, had been forcibly acquired by Intel due to the fatal shortcomings of the Symbian system, completely eliminated from the table of the smart era.

Meanwhile, the entire European automotive industry and heavy industry giants were falling into an unprecedented panic.

The era of Industry 4.0 was approaching.

Yet, the lifeblood of automotive-grade and industrial control semiconductors they relied on for survival was firmly gripped in the hands of the Americans, facing a deadlock of being choked at any moment.

What made Shen Du pause the most was the dire situation in the optical field.

Although ASML had gritted its teeth and delivered the first batch of extreme ultraviolet Lithography Machines, the EUV NXE:3300B, to customers.

This machine was facing a fatal technical bottleneck.

The light source power was seriously insufficient, resulting in an appalling yield rate, making it impossible to meet the cost requirements for commercial mass production.

Now, the entire European optical supply chain was suffering in this bottomless pit.

"Snap."

Shen Du rubbed his brow, pressed the tablet screen off, and tossed it onto the seat beside him.

These seemingly independent major events were actually interwoven into a complex knot of interests within Europe.

No matter which one he tried to solve, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Facing the most severe semiconductor sanction net ever launched by the United States.

Trying to tear open the European defense line through conventional commercial negotiations was simply wishful thinking.

The Rolls-Royce slowed down gradually and drove into the heavily guarded, closed-off mini-city in Sheshan.

Shen Du turned his head to look out the car window at the heavy metal isolation door that was slowly opening, a flash of cold sharpness in his eyes.

Since conventional means wouldn't work, he would have to flip the table.

Currently, to forcibly break the deadlock, he could only rely on those two top madmen in the underground base who didn't play by the rules.

Arthur Pendleton, leader of the "Flat Earth" team, and Victor Zima, leader of the "Cold Etching Machine" team.

At this critical juncture.

Only these two true technical leaders in the semiconductor industry could fabricate a sharp blade out of thin air to sever Europe's interest chain for him.

The car body jolted slightly, and the Rolls-Royce parked steadily in the exclusive parking space of the underground fortress.

Shen Du pushed the door open and got out, walking straight toward the core experimental area, pushing open the thick, high-strength airtight isolation door.

As soon as he stepped through the door, accompanied by the rich, bitter aroma of coffee.

Arthur Pendleton, the chief architect of the Flat Earth team, walked up to meet him with big strides, holding a cup of black Americano filled with ice cubes.

This eccentric white old man had a sharp eye and captured the suppressed gloom between Shen Du's brows at a glance.

"Boss!"

Arthur walked up laughing and slapped Shen Du's shoulder forcefully without any hesitation:

"Looking at that expression of yours, did you encounter some unsolvable technical problem?

I can't guarantee anything else.

But regarding the underlying chip architecture, as long as you speak up, I have countless ways in my head to help you crush it."

Facing Arthur's arrogant yet confident inquiry, Shen Du just shook his head absentmindedly.

He walked to the experimental bench on the side, rested his hands on the cold metal surface, and cut straight to the point:

"It's not a technical problem, it's living space.

Currently, the United States has launched the most extreme comprehensive sanctions on the domestic semiconductor industry in history."

Shen Du raised his head, staring at Arthur with burning eyes: "The frontal path has been physically welded shut.

I urgently need to find a fatal breakthrough from Europe's communication system or industrial landscape.

I want something.

A weapon that will make them willing to cooperate deeply with us, or even confront the White House, because of irresistible interests."

Before Arthur could think of any clues, a slightly heavy sound of footsteps came from the depths of the experimental area.

As a dyed-in-the-wool Dutch veteran.

Victor Zima, leader of the Cold Etching Machine team, was chewing on a piece of strong-smelling Gouda cheese.

He walked over slowly.

Although he had been completely banned by the mainstream European academic circle.

He had always maintained contact with acquaintances in the local European tech circle through various secret hacker channels.

He knew the industrial pain points of those old-money tycoons like the back of his hand.

Hearing the word "Europe," Victor swallowed the cheese in his mouth and took over the conversation unceremoniously:

"Actually, the breakthrough you're looking for is quite big!"

"For example, those high-end automotive-grade chips."

Victor stretched out his finger and drew a circle in mid-air:

"Right now, the core control chips for European high-end fuel vehicles and industrial machine tools are all held in the hands of the Americans.

With our current closed-loop Cold Etching technology, we can completely make a set of alternative underlying chips for them."

Speaking of this, Victor changed the subject.

He turned to look at Arthur, who was deep in thought nearby, his eyes full of undisguised disdain and mockery.

"The other is communication.

Arthur, you old fool!"

Victor sneered: "Didn't you tear apart that 4G test base station outside the lab a few days ago because you were bored?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment, the iced Americano he was holding stopping in mid-air.

Victor didn't give him any face at all and directly exposed Arthur's background to Shen Du:

"After this old madman dismantled the base station, he thought the original factory's underlying logic was too stupid.

He casually tinkered with a brand new 'Long and Short Wave Transmission Protocol.'

Can't you let him modify it according to Europe's current 4G deployment needs and create an overwhelming new communication protocol as bait?"

Having his background exposed in person by Victor, Arthur's bearded old face turned red for once.

Originally, he had forcibly dismantled that expensive 4G test base station.

It was purely because his geek obsessive-compulsive disorder had flared up, and he felt the original factory's underlying code was written like dog shit.

He hadn't thought about a grand commercial communication protocol at all.

But this unintentional, mocking remark from Victor, combined with Shen Du's suddenly bright, sharp gaze like a falcon's.

Instantly struck the chief architect's inspiration center like a thunderbolt.

"Snap!"

Arthur snapped his fingers extremely crisply.

"That's it!"

He slapped his thigh, turned his head abruptly, his eyes instantly igniting with a kind of almost manic frenzy:

"Boss, wait for me a moment!"

Before he finished speaking, Arthur threw the unfinished iced Americano in his hand onto the metal table beside him.

The ice cubes and coffee in the cup splashed all over the table.

He didn't bother to wipe it, like a madman suddenly stimulated, he turned and rushed back to his main control console with all his might.

Accompanied by a burst of extremely irritable pulley friction sounds.

Arthur pulled over his leather swivel chair, sat down, and pulled over the special mechanical keyboard.

Without any hesitation or pause.

His ten rough fingers instantly turned into afterimages.

Accompanied by a series of rain-like "clatter" typing sounds.

He frantically injected lines of complex underlying logic code into several huge display screens.

Shen Du stood where he was, watching Arthur's demonic R&D state.

The gloom at the corner of his mouth finally dispersed completely, replaced by a dangerous, cold smile.

A top genius who could reshape even the most complex CPU and GPU underlying architectures out of thin air.

Wanting to descend to fabricate a civilian communication protocol was simply as easy as an adult piecing together building blocks for him!

Shen Du walked to the main control console, folded his arms, and stood quietly behind Arthur.

His deep eyes stared fixedly at the several huge display screens.

The underlying code refreshing like a waterfall, as well as the complex waveband simulation diagrams constantly changing and reorganizing.

Were building a complete communication protocol framework at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just a few minutes later.

"Clack!"

Arthur hit the Enter key heavily, and the rain-like keyboard roar in the underground laboratory instantly quieted down.

He turned the swivel chair abruptly, pointing at the two sets of sharply contrasting red and green data bars on the screen with fanatical eyes.

Showing off his masterpiece that had just come out to Shen Du.

"Boss, it's done!

A 'Multi-Band Dynamic Combination Protocol' that completely abandons traditional single-wavelength reception!"

Arthur stood up, pointing at the traditional data chart on the left with disdain:

"Compared to traditional wavebands, because the physical penetration of each wavelength is different.

Usually, to maintain communication stability.

Current 4G base stations, when encountering obstacles, all passively undergo waveband changes through stupid 'transmission delays'."

Then, he slapped the extremely smooth data line on the right, his tone revealing the arrogance of a technical tyrant:

"But my protocol is completely different!

It doesn't need to wait for latency at all, but actively and in real-time disperses multiple wavebands for combined transmission.

The system detects as if it has life.

Whichever waveband isn't working well, it cuts it off immediately and instantly enhances another waveband with the best penetration!"

Shen Du stared at the terrifying data model, keenly grasping the core logic of this protocol:

"What is the cost?"

"Sensitivity, Boss!"

Arthur grinned, rubbing his calloused hands excitedly:

"The downside is that because multiple wavebands need to be concurrent in real-time, the energy consumption for the base station to send signals will be forcibly increased by twenty percent."

Speaking of this, Arthur paused deliberately, a burst of extremely fanatical light in his eyes:

"But the upside is, because the waveband switching is timely, the terminal's continuous reception loss is directly cut by a full thirty percent!"

Hearing the number "thirty percent reduction."

Shen Du took a deep breath, and the gloom in his eyes was swept away.

For European tycoons who were in urgent need of completing 4G infrastructure reform but were suffering from low communication reception efficiency.

This was not a civilian protocol at all.

But a fatal sharp blade capable of piercing their hearts and making them willing to defy the U.S. sanctions order!