The current domestic mobile phone market can be said to be rampant, in addition to several international giants such as Sony, Samsung, Nokia, Motorola, etc. are frantically encroaching on the market, most of the domestic enterprises are proud of copycats and OEM.

The only company that can really look at it in China is Bird, but it is a pity that the current Bird has long since lost the glory of shouting "fighter in the mobile phone" a few years ago.

In the eyes of those copycats, nothing is more important than profits, buying inferior materials and chips everywhere, randomly getting a system that looks good, and shamelessly listing and peddling.

And there are many people who are greedy for face and cheapness, but they still eat this set of copycat machines.

Li Xiaoming clearly remembers that when he was in college before, there was a kid in the same class who loved to pretend to be bigger, and dangled in front of girls all day long with his N97, but it was a pity that Chen Wu had a real N97 at that time, and the two looked at his machine that sometimes the keys could fall off and carefully glued back with 502, and laughed at him in private for a while.

At that time, the N97 had just been launched, and the price was as high as four or five thousand yuan, and the shape of the copycat machine was almost identical, and the price was not even one-fifth of the real machine.

But I have to regret to say that Li Xiaoming's entry point is only to find these copycat mobile phone manufacturers.

At least, they have a complete production line, but they are much behind in workmanship, materials and technology, which is much better than him, a layman who doesn't know anything.

As for technology, this core thing depends on Li Xiaoming checking a lot of information when he came back, and now he knows that Texas Instruments (referred to as TI) intends to sell the second- and third-rate peripheral technology in their hands, and this may be able to find a way to contact first.

Raised his wrist and glanced at the time, it was already early in the morning, and it was almost noon time over there in the United States, Li Xiaoming turned on the computer and recalled in his mind several TI executives he knew, and he had to determine what project they were in charge of in TI now.

Depp, the CEO of TI in the future, was also the first to propose within TI to focus the main technical forces on the research and development of high-end chips, and now he should just be a department head, I searched on TI's official homepage, and sure enough, I saw his name in the position of a department manager, and there was a one-inch photo.

Li Xiaoming moved his fingers, and then began to write an email, he had to establish a good image and a general impression of Depp as a worthy business partner from the first letter.

At the rate of this guy's rise, he will soon rise within TI, and the direct factor is because of this decision. Since he was ready to propose this idea to the higher-ups, he was really sorry for himself not to use it.

Li Xiaoming wrote this email for an hour before stopping, checking it back and forth many times before he clicked send after making sure that he had conveyed all the meanings he wanted to express.

Next, I can only wait patiently for the other party's response, to be honest, Li Xiaoming doesn't like this feeling of being controlled by others, but it's a pity that when his own strength is not strong enough, such a feeling will always appear.

And Li Xiaoming knows very well that once he decides to start this project, no amount of money is enough to burn it himself, which is not something that can be done by hundreds of millions of billions, and once the baseband chip technology is involved in the future, a wafer factory may not be able to see a return if it is tens of billions of dollars.

At this time, he had an incomparable sense of urgency.

"It's going to make a lot of money!!!" he sighed and sat down in front of the computer, kneading his hair into a chicken nest.

"Hmm, when did your hair grow so long, I'm going to cut it tomorrow. ”

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This night, Li Xiaoming had some very strange dreams, and the dreams of each dream were intermittent, and they were just a piece of weirdness.

He dreamed that he had suddenly returned to his old high school days, and a group of old classmates were all surprised to greet him as if they thought he shouldn't have been in this dimension.

The teacher was also very pleased to see his proud protégé, and then took him and the whole class all the way to the mountain.

Looking at the towering peaks and the scorching sun in the sky at the bottom of the mountain, he always felt that this was no different from sending him to death, but the strange thing was that he followed the teacher all the way to the top of the mountain without even breathing.

He also gave a reason in his dream that he was convinced: how young the body is when he is reborn, of course, this little thing is not a problem.

At the top of the hill there is a magical tarmac with a small private jet parked on it, which looks like it is a certain model of Gulfstream.

When he reached the top of the mountain, the teacher and classmates were magically gone, and what appeared in front of him was Xue Jin, Chen Wu and Liu Minghan, and the management of Longtu.

Everyone was invited to happily get on the plane, and they also touted each other for his feat of spending a lot of money to buy a private jet.

After the plane took off, the altitude was very low, until finally when it was almost to his small county town, the captain actually dived and landed directly on the road in front of his house.

It is very unreasonable that the plane dives directly to the front wheel and lands on the ground, but it does not fall apart.

The plane taxied forward sharply on the road for a long distance, and finally watched the nose of the plane crash into the window on the second floor, and the wall was probably only about ten centimeters away from the cockpit glass of the plane, which frightened Li Xiaoming into a cold sweat.

It wasn't until he got off the plane that the group of people who followed him disappeared again, and he turned around to look at the plane that was reversing in the yard, wondering why the wing of such a narrow door hadn't been broken.

Next, his mind was drawn to an ancient battlefield full of smoke, and he became a general with a giant sword, riding on a tall horse and galloping with his men in the enemy formation.

The smell of blood blew across his face, and he had no sorrow or joy, and the greatsword in his hand was raised high, slashing down at the oncoming enemy......

As soon as the camera turned, he came to the vast mountains again, on the top of the mountain, in a pavilion.

He was dressed in a green shirt, holding a guzheng in his hand, and his sonorous voice came out vigorously, which was incompatible with the fairyland-like environment of this cloud-shrouded dance.

At the end of the song, he laughed, took off the wine gourd on his waist, drank wildly, flipped his right hand, and a fairy sword fell at his feet, and then rose to the sky and went away.

Only a faint voice echoed between heaven and earth: "Ethereal three thousand wine immortals, only I have the Qingfeng sword in my hand......"

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