Seven o'clock in the morning.

"I heard, you rubbed the lithography machine with your hands?"

Lin Zhezheng carefully stuffed the roasted wheat into his mouth, and after hearing this, he was stunned, hurriedly swallowed it and shook his head.

"No, no, no, I thought the thing that engraved the disc was called a lithography machine, I don't understand this, I'm really sorry for the trouble."

Lin Zhen underestimated what the uncle meant by staying here for two days.

He regretted it.

Because you can't stay in this place!

Not much bigger than his own living room, the four walls without windows, the incandescent lamps with faint light, stuffed with nearly a hundred people, who came in early, seemed to be able to curl up on the ground for a while, while the others could only stand, as if they were crowding the bus, the snoring and coughing did not stop, and the smell of drunkenness and bad breath in the room also made him nauseous.

Even if you want to drink saliva, it takes half an hour to deliver a mineral water bottle cap, and there is only half of the water in it, which is said to prevent frequent toilet visits.

When eating, a person can get two steamed buns, but there is only one can of tofu, and the queue is a little further back, there is only the fermented bean curd soup mixed with water, and it is almost gone.

At this time, he continued to insist on anything, and no one cared at all, because few people in this room felt that they were wrong.

So when he was called out again, it said that whatever you say, I just want to go home.

System?

Isn't there still more than ten hours, and even if you have to do something, you can't stay there and do it.

"Engraved discs?" Yan Zhipeng smiled slightly, and then became serious and said: "I studied materials back then, don't fool me, your thing is very problematic!" ”

Lin Zhi scratched his head irritably, put the remaining half of the roasted wheat back into the bag and said, "I really don't understand what you're talking about......

"Well......" Yan Zhipeng muttered: "Comrade Zhang Shihao, I suggest you tell the truth, young people have their own ideas to understand, but even so, you should believe us more." ”

Lin Zhe was very confused, a bunch of people scolded and persuaded him before, and he counted himself for a long time, just to let himself deny, why did he change his routine now?

Half an hour ago, Lin Zhe was brought out by this public official who called himself Yan Zhipeng, and then he was taken to a breakfast restaurant, and he asked Lin Zhe to have some breakfast together.

At first, Lin Zhe thought that this was all a routine, first let himself see what kind of environment it would be like to really stay inside, and then let him feel the breath of freedom, and finally invite him to eat, and it was over after taking a soft meal.

After all, if you have to say it, you really have nothing to do, except for the suspicion of obstructing official business.

But the conversation is not quite right.

Is it a material major and knows how to do it?

But what does that pile of garbage have to do with whether you understand it or not?

It should be that the more knowledgeable you are, the more outrageous you feel, right?

Could it be that you are deceiving me?

Can public officials be so boring?

I saw Yan Zhipeng gently tap the corner of the table with his index finger, and his voice pretended to be low.

"Where did that chip come from?"

"The ...... I made?" After Lin Zhen recalled, he was more hesitant to speak, and finally changed his tone to a rhetorical question.

Yan Zhipeng didn't want to say more, waved his hand and said, "You can go to a place with me in a while, and eat first." ”

Lin Zhe heard that there would be something going on for a while, so he hurriedly stuffed the roasted wheat into his mouth, after all, he was really hungry.

After he finished eating, less than twenty minutes later, Yan Zhipeng answered a phone call, and after hanging up, he said to Lin Zhe: "Let's go." ”

After getting into the car, it didn't take long for him to get out of the city, becoming more and more remote, and Lin Zhe also began to get nervous, staring closely out the window.

"Don't worry, it won't be difficult for you, when you get to the place, just tell the truth."

In Yan Zhipeng's imagination, this kid must have gotten the chip because of some accident, such as the wrong address, picking up the lockbox that was accidentally lost in public, etc., and after he got the chip, he had a whim, Baidu had a lithography machine related to the chip, so he insisted that it was a chip produced by himself.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be soft enough?

What is the picture of jumping off a building and self-immolation?

also shouted for a professional to identify, this thing can be seen by looking at the performance?

Who can see this?

Don't say that Yan Zhipeng is a related major, he can't see it, the professor and academician are here, and there is no way to do it without professional testing.

Even if this thing is really made by him and his related team, trying to hype it, can you still not understand this, at least take a picture of the appraisal form, right?

Sure enough, it's still a child who hasn't entered society.

Immature!

However, Yan Zhipeng thought about it, the case behind this must not be small.

This thing can be in the hands of this child who has not entered the society by a coincidence, and it will not be involved in the espionage case, right?

Then the it's the NSA's business!

Buzz –

Yan Zhipeng was stunned and found that the car had turned off, only to know that when he was distracted just now, he drove into a section of uphill dirt road and forgot to give the accelerator, and as a result, the manual transmission bus was off duty on the spot, even if he tried repeatedly, he couldn't get up.

After Lin Zhen watched the co-pilot for a long time, he asked tentatively, "Why don't I try?" ”

"You know how to drive?"

"Yes."

"You're not eighteen, are you?"

"I ...... I learned it in a driving school. ”

"Oh yes, the slope is up, I'm used to the automatic transmission, I forgot about it."

Yan Zhipeng changed positions with Lin Zhe suspiciously, only to see that after Lin Zhe's operation, Yan Zhipeng just wanted to say that you forgot to change gears, and a feeling of pushing back hit, and the whole vehicle was hit by the accelerator that was stepped on to the end.

Lin Zhen said that it was not his own car anyway, so he was not distressed.

After driving for a while, I arrived at a warehouse in a village, where there were almost no people, and I saw only some old men and women carrying hoes along the way.

After entering, Yan Zhipeng moved the box to Lin Zhe.

When I opened it, it was a mess of garbage, all of which were rags, aluminum sheets, glass balls.

"It's yours, right?"

"Like."

"Like?"

Lin Zhe squatted down and carefully examined it for a moment before nodding and saying, "Indeed." ”

Yan Zhipeng: "See if there is anything missing?" ”

"Nope."

"Take a closer look."

After Lin Zhe carefully checked it with some doubts, and said that there was indeed nothing missing, Yan Zhipeng took out a wallet from his pocket and took out a transparent and small evidence bag from it, and after unfolding it, there was a black chip inside.

【Seven nanometer chips】

"Is this yours?"

"yes." Lin Zhe wanted to take it, but the other party quickly took it back and didn't mean to give it to him.

"It's yours, we'll talk about it later."

Not long after, a car with a black license plate from outside the province stopped outside the door, and I saw a tall, thin, half-bald old man wearing only a vest, and a young man wearing a white lab coat and glasses walking down.

"Yan Zhipeng."

"Flush!"