532: Chapter 530 Transsion Telecom: First 4G Base Station Completed

After analyzing the environment on the other side, Li Qing brought out new terms of sincerity.

"You've been on the foundation's review board for a while now, so you should understand our style of doing things."

"Although you are a foreign national and even have other tasks on your hands, you should know how we operate."

"We don't engage in political censorship, nor do we interfere with your choices. As long as what you produce is correct and can drive the development of the entire industry, we won't interfere."

These heartfelt words instantly moved Brooks. After all...

After all, he did have tasks, and because of pressure from those people, he had let go of several good projects...

He hadn't expected them to know.

Furthermore, their foundation was for the progress of humanity, while the foundation on his side was just trying to ride on others' popularity.

This level of vision...

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that in this tech war, they had already lost long ago.

"Professor, as long as you are willing to join Transsion, the laboratory will operate independently, you will select your own team, and you will have an annual R&D budget of 2 billion, with the approval power in your hands."

"Whether you apply for patents or publish papers for your research results is entirely up to you."

"Of course, the company retains the right of disposal."

"2 billion?" Brooks was only concerned with the funding at this moment. "Chinese Yuan?"

"USD." Li Qing chuckled. There were still people who didn't take Transsion's financial foundation seriously. "And this is the base budget for the project; it can be increased at any time if needed. After all, our boss said that talent is priceless."

Brooks was once again stunned by Transsion's massive funding.

No wonder they could produce results.

After all, the annual budget for his entire trajectory laboratory at MIT was less than 30 million USD, and he still had to bear the burden of approval and was restricted everywhere.

With 2 billion USD, if he were to perform all the experiments he wanted to do...

A large number of results would inevitably emerge in the process.

But he still shook his head: "It won't work. My family is all in the United States, and I still have over a dozen doctoral students. They are my core. If I leave, what will happen to them?"

"You don't need to worry about family issues at all."

Li Qing had been waiting for this sentence.

"Your wife likes Impressionist art; we can arrange for her to join the Shenzhen Contemporary Art Museum as a senior curatorial consultant, with full responsibility for overseas exhibitions."

"Your son is an algorithm engineer in Silicon Valley; if he wants to come to the Transsion AI laboratory in China, there is a position for him. If he doesn't want to come, that's fine too; we won't force him. Apart from the United States, we can arrange for him to go to any country he wishes."

"However, this is not to say that the United States is bad, but rather that after you join Transsion, it might cause some harm to your family."

Brooks understood too. It would have been fine if he hadn't left, but once he left, the people at home would certainly be subjected to... He definitely couldn't stay in the United States.

But it might be better if they all came to China. As for schemes... he didn't take them to heart; after all, not every country is so harsh on top-tier talent.

Only after leaving the United States did he know what freedom was.

"As for your students, as long as they are willing to come to China with you, we will provide them with formal research positions, double their salaries, and provide talent apartments and relocation allowances. Those who don't want to come are fine too; you can continue to guide them remotely. I believe you have other friends at MIT who can take over... We can cover all the expenses involved. If you accept, we will resolve everything within a month; you don't need to run the process again."

"You... you even prepared these plans."

Brooks looked at him, a complex look flashing in his eyes; after all, it was almost like checking his household registration.

"This is our sincerity," Li Qing said seriously. "We genuinely want to invite you to come; it's not just a casual offer. Regarding scientific research, we can provide everything you want. As for the family and students you are worried about, we can help you settle them all."

The last remaining bit of resentment in Brooks's heart was completely eliminated.

After all, having been in school for so many years, he had seen countless invitations to poach talent.

Google, Intel, and Samsung had all made sky-high offers, and other colleagues and students around him had received them too.

But never had anyone solved all his concerns in advance like Transsion.

More importantly, he heard recognition in Li Qing's words. Of course, he had also understood the industry over these past few months.

Here, he could truly do scientific research with peace of mind, without having to look at anyone's face, and without having to deal with the unreasonable demands of the military.

He also didn't need to write a bunch of flowery application reports to apply for funding, or attend various boring parties.

He had been researching silicon-based materials for so long, and his biggest dream was to see silicon-based chips truly mass-produced.

And this dream seemed more and more unattainable in the United States, but here, it seemed it could really take root.

He walked along the seawall for a while longer. During the whole process, Li Qing did not take any action, as he believed the other party would return.

Sure enough, about 5 minutes later, Brooks walked back:

"In this life, I just want to see silicon chips walk out of the laboratory with my own eyes. If you really do what you say... I'm willing to try."

The stone that had been hanging in Li Qing's heart for a long time finally landed. He extended his hand: "Professor Brooks, welcome to China Star."

...

Meanwhile, Lagos, Nigeria.

On high ground in the suburbs, a brand-new base station tower was officially completed.

Unlike those towers in the past, this tower was printed with the Transsion Telecom logo.

The big pie drawn before had officially landed.

The surrounding area was surrounded by local consumers, a dark mass...

It was almost like a gathering of black coal balls...

"Is this 4G signal?"

A black coal ball pointed at the signal icon on his phone.

"Black coal ball, that's... 3G. Although there are four icons, it's still the old network. Only those of us who have signed up for the new plan have it."

After finishing, he proudly took out his transsion s5 African version and showed off his plan.

15 USD per month!

But more people were lamenting at the base station; after all, this was a product designed by Chinese engineers and assembled by them.

This was a milestone progress, as it represented that communication base stations in Africa were no longer completed by foreign engineers, but had their participation.

At this time, Mr. Adebayo, the president of Transsion Africa, also wore local batik clothing as he did at the beginning, standing on a temporarily built simple platform.

Holding a Chinese version of the S5 in his hand, he was all smiles, his fingers constantly stroking the base station.

As a Nigerian, and also the highest official of Transsion in Africa, he had high prestige locally.

"Brothers, sisters."

To ensure everyone heard clearly, he specially picked up a megaphone.

"Today is a good day. Our subsidiary, Transsion Telecom, has built the first 4G experimental base station in Nigeria!"

"A communication base station built by us Africans with our own hands!"