95: Mr. Fang, you can't just buy chips.

Chairman Zhang, who was standing nearby, watched Ye Lin with rapidly constricting pupils, his gaze changing; this man was not simple.

One must know that as the CEO of Shixing Technology, he had sought out Young Master Long to connect with Young Master Fang, and only after numerous requests did Young Master Fang agree.

This person in front of him looked ordinary, but given Young Master Long's attitude, he was certainly no common man.

"Alright, I have nothing on tonight anyway," Ye Lin readily agreed.

Young Master Fang, how should one describe him? He was a bit of a gray character, but Ye Lin didn't mind befriending such a person; as the saying goes, 'more friends, more paths.'

"Great, let's go!" Young Master Long happily put his arm around Ye Lin and walked towards the private room inside, not even greeting Chairman Zhang.

Chairman Zhang could only follow behind, his heart filled with trepidation, wondering if the matter with the two Little Fairies tonight would affect his meeting with Young Master Fang.

Young Master Long had prepared a luxurious private room on the top floor. The table wasn't large, just a round table for five or six people. As he put it, a smaller table made it easier to drink.

"Is this Yuecheng Spring really yours?" Ye Lin asked casually as he entered.

"Brother, what are you saying? Are you looking down on me?" Young Master Long immediately feigned displeasure upon hearing this.

"But you're really sharp; I'm the third generation. All of this was accumulated by the elders over three generations, hehe. I just need to guard the family business and not mess around." Young Master Long's expression changed, and he began to act like a sycophant again.

This made Chairman Zhang even more surprised and uncertain, his mind racing. Was this a Young Master from the provincial capital or from the imperial capital?

"Brother, come, you sit at the head of the table. Later, it'll just be Young Master Fang. Tonight is a small gathering for us." Young Master Long pulled Ye Lin over, wanting him to sit in the main seat.

Holy cow!

Chairman Zhang's worldview was about to collapse. Could this be the son of some high-ranking official from the imperial capital? He was too low-key. Those from the imperial capital really were different.

"Don't try that with me, I'm just here for a free meal." While Ye Lin didn't care where he sat, he didn't want to cause more trouble and directly pulled out the third seat, sitting down.

"Haha, Brother, you're too modest." Young Master Long pulled up a chair and chatted with Ye Lin for a while before Young Master Fang arrived. Poor Chairman Zhang sat at the very end, only able to pour water and unable to get a word in.

About half an hour later, Young Master Fang arrived.

As he entered, he saw Ye Lin also sitting there, and his originally serious face suddenly showed a hint of a smile.

"Young Master Ye, why are you here too? What a coincidence!" Young Master Fang greeted him warmly.

"Chairman Zhang knows Young Master Ye?" Young Master Fang turned to look at Chairman Zhang, his expression softening considerably.

Startled, Chairman Zhang quickly stood up and explained, "We just happened to meet; there was a tiny misunderstanding."

Young Master Fang was smiling at him, making Chairman Zhang feel a bit overwhelmed; this was a blessing in disguise.

"Oh, someone dared to provoke our Young Master Ye?" Upon hearing the word 'misunderstanding,' Young Master Fang's face immediately fell.

"Ah, no, no, it was purely a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Chairman Zhang quickly explained.

"Young Master Fang, let me tell you, Young Master Ye brought two girls here for a blind date at my place, ah, that... oh, it really made me laugh." Young Master Long, thinking of the two girls' expressions just now and seeing Ye Lin's discomfited face, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Young Master Long's laughter immediately lightened the atmosphere, and Young Master Fang, with a gossipy look, said,

"Blind date? Young Master Ye, you're still going on blind dates, hahahaha. Why are you laughing, you idiot? Quickly tell me the gossip!"

"I'm on a blind date for someone else," Ye Lin explained with a speechless expression.

"Oh, oh, I understand, Young Master Ye, I understand. It's not your blind date; you're on a blind date for someone else. I understand, I get it." Young Master Long had a knowing, mischievous look, as if to say, 'we all know.'

Ye Lin looked at this guy and realized it was futile to explain, so he simply ignored him.

Young Master Long then enthusiastically recounted the story to Young Master Fang, especially when it came to the two girls, even mimicking their voices, truly a live wire.

Young Master Fang listened, wanting to laugh, but seeing Ye Lin's dark, sullen face, he could only desperately hold back his laughter.

"Ah, well, it's a life experience, isn't it, Young Master Ye, hahahaha." Young Master Fang finally couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

Seeing Ye Lin's face so dark it looked like ink would drip from it, Young Master Fang quickly changed the subject.

"Come, come, let me introduce you. This is Chairman Zhang of Shixing Technology." Young Master Fang pointed to Chairman Zhang, who was sitting at the lower end of the table.

"Chairman Zhang, this is Young Master Ye, my good brother."

Chairman Zhang quickly stood up and handed over his business card, "Young Master Ye, my name is Zhang Zhi. I run Shixing Technology, mainly dealing in communications."

Ye Lin politely stood up and took the business card with both hands, which made Zhang Zhi feel a bit flattered. "Young Master Ye, please give us more guidance in the future."

"Do you also make mobile phone chips?" Ye Lin asked casually.

"That, it's a bit difficult. The technology is controlled by foreign countries, but we are also trying," Zhang Zhi said truthfully.

Ye Lin nodded. Indeed, in this world, just like in later generations, chip technology was still controlled by outsiders.

"Young Master Fang should offer more support. Domestic chips have great potential in the future," Ye Lin turned to Fang Yaowei and said.

"Oh? How do you mean? Can't we just buy them? Self-research is too costly," Young Master Fang said without changing his expression.

Zhang Zhi came to him precisely because he wanted policy and support, or to put it plainly, he wanted money for research and development.

Why did he seek out Young Master Fang? To be blunt, Fang Yaowei was the representative of the Fang Family's commercial interests in the provincial capital.

The Fang Family was a prominent family, involved in various industries. His father was in politics, and several uncles were in business. Over years of development, their influence in the provincial capital was quite significant, so even Kang Dejun couldn't act recklessly against the Fang Family.

However, fortunately, the Fang Family had always adhered to ancestral teachings, never engaging in illegal activities, which was a major reason for their continuous development and survival.

But if this development continued, his father would likely not be able to advance further; politics and business could not both rise at the same time.

Therefore, starting from his generation, the focus had shifted to business, and with his superior intelligence and methods, he was now the spokesperson for the Fang Family, holding significant sway in commercial decisions.

To be honest, he wasn't very enthusiastic about Shixing Technology's idea for a simple reason: there was no money to be made, or at least no money to be made in the short term.

With that much money, if he invested it in a piece of land or a project, he could expect at least 20% profit, if not 30%.

But for this kind of fundamental research, let alone profit, there might not even be a shred left in the end.

"Young Master Fang, buying directly is convenient. But what if one day they stop selling to you? Have you ever considered a future where our phones are just empty shells without chips?" Ye Lin said seriously.

Ye Lin clearly remembered the situation in his previous life; it was too difficult, too oppressed by the Americans. If he had the chance in this life, he was still willing to do his part for the country.