Outside the USPTO building, Washington, USA.

Liu Dongsheng, who was wearing a suit and leather shoes, shook hands with a lean Caucasian woman in her fifties wearing professional clothes, and said with a smile, "Allen, thank you very much for your help, otherwise I don't know when I will get the patent license!"

He stood with Allen, half a head shorter than Allen in his high heels.

Allen's delicate makeup still couldn't cover the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face when he looked at Liu Dongsheng, "You should thank you for your dollars and your performance in bed, I like gentle and rude oriental men!"

After saying that, Allen put his arms around Liu Dongsheng's neck, kissed him on the mouth, turned around with a smile, twisted his coquettish waist and walked towards the parking lot.

Looking at Allen's back, the corners of Liu Dongsheng's mouth twitched a few times, took a deep breath, and walked towards Huang Mao, who was waiting for him next to him.

He swore never to look for this woman again.

The experience with this woman in the past few days really made him unbearable.

Although Allen is efficient, in order to obtain a patent as soon as possible, he not only has to give money, but also has to sleep with him, which is really embarrassing.

"Mr. Liu, that foreign girl is really coquettish, although she is a little older, she still has charm!" Huang Mao saw Liu Dongsheng coming, and his face was envious.

Liu Dongshen kicked Huang Mao more than a meter away, "I asked you to serve her, why didn't you go?"

"People don't look down on me, I wonder, I'm more handsome than you, younger than you, why can't that old woman look down on me......" Huang Mao said annoyedly, "as long as she wants, I'm willing to lick her ......whole body from her toes."

"Vomit ......" As soon as Liu Dongsheng heard Huang Mao say ** toe, he couldn't hold back anymore, squatted on the ground and vomited.

Huang Mao was at a loss.

"If you give me a ** toe in the future, I have to find a few women who haven't washed your feet for months to let you lick enough!" Liu Dongsheng threatened Huang Mao viciously after relieving himself.

Frightened, Huang Mao hurriedly apologized, even if he wanted to ask Liu Dongsheng if he really licked the old woman's toes......

"Go to Chicago, and now wait for Brother Quan and them to get Motorola. Without chips, our patents are a pile of waste paper!" Liu Dongsheng is reluctant to stay here.

Huang Mao was threatened, and he didn't dare to let go of a fart along the way.

A suburb of Chicago, not far from Motorola, an ordinary hotel.

"Brother Quan, let's stop talking about it at all! It has taken more than a month, and there is no hope at all. Liao Dong looked at Brother Quan, who was smoking a cigar in front of him, with a distressed expression, and spoke.

"If you don't talk about it, it's completely hopeless. We invested millions of Hong Kong dollars. Brother Quan exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly.

"In Xiangjiang production, they have to send people to monitor, and in mainland production, even if we agree to their monitoring, they don't agree, what hope is there for this?" Liao Dong didn't understand what was the point of consumption.

"I've put all my worth on it. Brother Quan remained calm.

"Knock knock......" There was a knock on the door outside.

When I opened the door, it was Liu Dongsheng with yellow hair.

"Brother Quan, in the future, no matter how energetic a woman is, don't introduce it to me! As soon as Liu Dongsheng entered the door, he began to complain.

Liao Dong suddenly became interested, "Brother Quan said that woman likes leather whips, dripping wax or something, which one did you do?"

"I guess it's all less, it seems that I licked my toes......" Huang Mao said while laughing, and before he could finish speaking, he was kicked out by Liu Dongsheng.

"Really?" Even Brother Quan was interested, "That slut has actually escalated again!"

"Stop, stop, I've been throwing up all the way. Liu Dongsheng couldn't beat Liao Dong, let alone Zheng Quan, so he could only change the topic, "The patents of the United States and Japan have been obtained, and only Europe is left." Have you done a good job of selling your sales channels?

When it came to business, Zheng Quan and Liao Dong were both silent.

"Still no progress?"

Both nodded at the same time.

"Can you change it? Even if it's an 8-bit one, it's not so difficult. Zheng Quan took a cigar in his mouth, cut one and handed it to Liu Dongsheng, who shook his head, but was snatched by Huang Mao.

"No, you can't. The game was developed for this kind of chip. Liu Dongsheng shook his head. "Why don't you talk to their marketing department tomorrow?"

"We can't even see each other now, how can we talk about it?" Liao Dong said, "Mitsubishi found Motorola, and the chips they provided were used in the CNC system in China......."

"What does this have to do with us?" Liu Dongsheng was puzzled.

In the reception room of Motorola's marketing department, several Motorola executives looked at the angry Mitsubishi representatives and the serious-looking National Security Council officials across from them, and also asked, "What does this have to do with us?"

On the table between the two sides, there is a set of numerical control system, and the display screen has two Chinese Chinese characters of red flag.

"Mr. Frunsby, just because of your 68,000 chips, China has a CNC system. They are using the high-performance chips you produce to produce CNC machine tools on a large scale!" Yoshikawa Masao looked solemn, "Although your government has relaxed export controls on China at present, and even has military project cooperation, the technology related to strategic CNC machine tools with more than three axes, and high-performance computer chips are still within the scope of restrictions! And now, China is using the high-performance chips you manufacture to improve their country's manufacturing capacity!"

If it weren't for the Americans' chips, why did China come up with a CNC system?

The project that had kept them negotiating for two years was forced to be suspended.

"We don't have any cooperation with the Chinese side!" Mr. Frunsby said coldly, "and we have explained this very obviously. Major Howard, you should investigate this!"

"Isn't the chip in here yours?" Masao Yoshikawa patted the CNC system on the table.

He's upset.

In China, the company lost a lot of money, and was directly thrown by the company to the United States to find trouble with Motorola.

The chip is Motorola's, and Motorola has to pay for this loss.

If it weren't for the fact that this is a chip that belongs to the highest level of restrictions, Masao Yoshikawa would not have bothered Motorola.

"It is indeed produced by our company!" This point cannot be denied at all, after getting the news before, and analyzing the internal chip of the Hongqi CNC system produced by the Chinese, Motorola has been very clear that the Chinese are using their chips.

"Since it is the chip you produce, it is privately provided to Chinese, do you ...... the loss caused to our company" Yoshikawa Masao doesn't care so much, the lost money has to be paid by Motorola!

"It's us who produce it. Major Howard has found out whether we have provided this kind of high-performance chip to Chinese companies!" Frensby had a playful smile on his face, "What does your company's loss have to do with us?"

"According to our investigation, Motorola does not have any cooperation with the Chinese side. The chips that China got were completely through special channels. Howard had to speak. "If China obtains it in large quantities, their CNC system should be more than that. ”

Since receiving the news from Japan, they have been investigating the matter.

If Motorola really privately exports high-performance chips to China, causing a significant increase in China's manufacturing strength and threatening the national strategic security of the United States, it will be subject to sanctions.

As it turned out, it didn't.

Howard's meaning is also obvious, if the Chinese can get a large number of high-performance chips, they don't even need to talk to Mitsubishi about cooperating in the production of CNC systems.

The 68000 is a high-performance chip that is very versatile, mainly used in industrial controller embedded applications, laser printers, microcomputers and other fields.

Sales are huge every year, and it is impossible for Motorola to know where every chip goes.

Mitsubishi is completely vexatious.

"Mr. Yoshikawa, we deeply regret your loss. As Major Howard said, if we open up exports to China, there will not be a thousand sets of CNC systems produced in China. Even, in order to prevent China from getting more, we turned down an order for more than half a million chips a year......! A lot of things in Chinese mainland are brought back through Xiangjiang. Frunsby said coldly.

500,000 chips, tens of millions of dollars!

When Yoshikawa Masao heard this, he was stunned, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Frunsby, I don't want to find out that you are secretly providing high-performance chips to China. You should know what your company's chips are used for!" As he left, Howard said to Frunsby with a serious face, "This kind of chip is used in the military field far more than in the civilian field. ”

"Major, we know this better than anyone else. Frunsby scolded in his heart, these bureaucrats, anyway, they take taxpayers' money and don't need to earn their own money.

"Whether it is missiles, or the aviation industry, or even top-level high-precision manufacturing equipment, high-performance microcomputers, once Chinese mainland is obtained on a large scale, their national strength will far exceed our imagination." The consequences of our country's Asian strategy and interests ......" said this, and Howard did not continue.

Even if Sino-US relations are in the honeymoon period, the United States has a lot of cooperation with China, and even European countries have a lot of military cooperation with China, and high-performance chips are not likely to be provided to Chinese mainland.

Frunsby didn't say anything.

Intel's 8086, 8088 and other chips based on the X86 architecture pose a growing threat to Motorola's chip business, and the Chinese market has huge potential, but it is impossible to obtain it at all.

Just because of that damn export control.

"Call the people in Xiangjiang and tell them that tomorrow I have time and can talk about our cooperation. Frensby felt that he could not give up the business of Xiangjiang, and the market of tens of millions of dollars a year could not be left to their competitors.