Rebirth of the tea art man

After tossing and tossing all day, Lin Cheng lay powerlessly on the bed, looking up at the pale ceiling.

The incandescent lamps were blindingly bright, just like the sun.

He stared for a long time until a face appeared, blocking the light like a solar eclipse.

"came back?"

Yan Qin put his hands on the edge of the bed and leaned out.

"Ok!"

Lin Cheng responded.

"I can't see anyone all day!"

"I went to your class and asked Song Bailian. She said that you committed a crime and were taken away by the police uncle."

"Wow, I'm scared to death, you know? I'm not married yet, so I have to be a widow."

Yan Qin tugged and pulled him up from the bed.

"A little accident happened today."

Lin Cheng conceived the sentence and how to express it.

"Jail?"

"How many years is the sentence?"

"Why don't we hurry up and fly away!"

"Go to a place... that Song Bailian can't even dream of!"

Yan Qin was lying on the computer desk, holding his face in both hands.

Whoa!

Lin Cheng opened the backpack and threw it back.

Suddenly, a pile of things fell on the bed.

"these are……"

"Excellent graduates of Beiyang Middle School, honorary alumni of Beiyang Middle School, cultural propaganda ambassador of Beiyang County, top ten outstanding youths of Jinzhou City, honorary contribution award of the National Football Association, membership card of the Musicians Association..."

Yan Qin opened the pages one by one, and everyone was dumbfounded.

What are these?

From Beiyang Middle School to Beiyang County, to Jinzhou City, to Jiangnan Province, to national-level units, various membership cards, various honors, various awards, and various titles.

Too many to count!

Overnight, let this change?

"A little accident!"

"The song I contributed to this year's World Cup, it's over!"

Lin Cheng said lightly.

"What do you mean by passed?"

Yan Qin seemed to have thought of something, but he wasn't sure.

"Passed means..."

"2010 South Africa World Cup theme song - I wrote it!"

Lin Cheng's expression was still very calm.

There is no surprise, and there is no difference.

"puff--"

Yan Qin took a mouthful of Wangzai milk and sprayed it on Lin Cheng's face.

Still hot.

"You, you, you wait, wait!"

"Let me stroke it!"

Yan Qin, whose face was full of milk, didn't bother to take out a tissue, only feeling his whole head buzzing.

Just like an 18-year-old classic car, the carbon accumulation is serious, and it can't go away with just a roar.

No matter how hard I try to think, I can't figure it out, and I can't get my train of thought straight.

World Cup?

theme song?

pass?

honor certificate?

……

What is this all about?

"To put it simply, I am famous and I am going to be popular."

"You put down the fire extinguisher!"

"It doesn't mean I'm going to catch fire, it's that I'm going to be popular."

"Put down Dabao's sod honey too, there's no need for it!"

"What I mean is that standing in front of you is the composer, lyricist, and arranger of the theme song for the 2010 World Cup, the top musician who will soon become popular all over the world, and the scheduled candidate for the Grammy Awards next year."

While wiping the Wangzai milk on his face, Lin Cheng explained the ins and outs of the matter.

"I……"

"I seem to understand!"

Yan Qin nodded, his expression still a little dazed.

I don't know how long it took.

3 minutes?

5 minutes?

8 minutes?

10 minutes?

Suddenly, Yan Qin swooped into Lin Cheng's arms, hugging him tightly—"Oh my god, my god, my god, you are too good! Little genius, let me kiss you! mua—”

Finally, he reacted!

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just a small surprise that was expected!"

Lin Cheng's expression was still very calm.

"Wow, can you stop being so good?"

"You are so powerful and so humble, I almost feel that I am not worthy of you."

Yan Qin was greasy and crooked, and still hugged him tightly.

"It's not modesty, it's not!"

"Whether it's writing a novel to earn millions a month, or writing a few songs to become famous and earn some money, these are all side matters and superficial."

"It's like a bubble, it's a dream after all, it's useless!"

"Civilization needs to develop, society needs to progress, and the country needs to grow. The entertainment industry is built on the basis of hard power, not a castle in the air that appears out of thin air!"

Lin Cheng spoke eloquently, but his words didn't look like what a high school student would say.

"I seem to be getting more and more incomprehensible."

"Well, let me ask you a question!"

Yan Qin tilted his head, and asked a question that every adult would ask every child since childhood—"What do you want to do in the future?"

"Euv!"

Lin Cheng said.

"what?"

"What?"

Yan Qin was dumbfounded.

"Extreme deep ultraviolet lithography technology!"

"It is an advanced technology for manufacturing chips. For example, the processor and graphics card in this computer are all manufactured in this way."

"Of course, euv is more advanced, similar to future technology. Today's processors and graphics cards are all made by duv lithography machines, that is, deep ultraviolet lithography."

Seeing Yan Qin's bewildered expression, Lin Cheng had no choice but to explain in another way.

"To put it simply, a computer, a mobile phone, the most important thing is the chip, just like the most important thing in a car is the engine, and the most important thing in a person is the brain."

"A lithography machine is a machine for making chips. Without a lithography machine, chips cannot be made."

"In the future world, not only your computer and mobile phone, but also earphones, TVs, stereos, cars, refrigerators, air conditioners... In short, all aspects of life will become more intelligent."

"And this kind of intelligence is inseparable from the chip, and it is also inseparable from the machine that makes the chip!"

Lin Cheng knows that in the next ten years, the semiconductor industry will gradually become the brain of the entire world, and this importance will become stronger and more irreplaceable.

"So, you write novels and songs to make money?"

"Then, with the money earned, go to make that kind of machine?"

Yan Qin seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand.

"How should I put it, it's not that simple!"

"I want to be an independent kingdom, or an entire independent industrial chain, an entire independent ecosystem."

"I can't say clearly in a few words. In short, the goal is quite far away, very, very far away, about one hundred and eight thousand miles away."

"But, you have to try it out, after all, we already have 800 million!"

Lin Cheng shook the bank card in his hand, and there were 800 million cash lying in it.

"Although I can't understand it, I think it's very powerful!"

"800 million yeah, 800 million!"

"Brother, you are too powerful!"

As soon as Yan Qin pushed Lin Cheng down, like an idiot upper body, he kissed a world full of spring and flowers blooming in March.

"800 million is still too little. If there are [-] million, I will make electric cars first!"

Lin Cheng had a calm face, still thinking about his own ecological transformation, suffocating for his dreams.