Zhou Dingshan sat on the chair and picked up the walkie-talkie on the table.
"receive!"
A determined voice came from the intercom.
Then there was a knock on the door.
"Enter."
Zhou Dingshan sat there and said calmly.
The other old people... looked at Zhou Dingshan's expression with a little doubt, not knowing what he was going to do.
However, they are already such people. They have been in high positions for many years. They will not show their emotions easily and wait calmly.
Lin Xianyou snorted, flicked his sleeves and sat down.
He wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Zhou Dingshan's gourd this week.
The door opens.
The elderly man walked in accompanied by soldiers in uniform.
"Academician Zhao..."
Several old people sitting there saw the person coming clearly, their eyes flickered slightly, and they looked a little surprised.
As the dean of the design institute.
The particularity of his identity and his contribution to the country.
Of course they recognize this person.
We have known each other for many years.
It's just that Academician Zhao... devotes himself to research and doesn't listen to what's going on outside the window. At such an age, he still often spends time in the research room.
Normal appearances are very rare, except for breakthroughs in research or special occasions.
Why is he here.
The soldier in uniform saluted everyone with his back straight and his weapons high, and said in a loud voice: "Hello, leaders, we have been brought here, please give instructions!"
"Thank you for your hard work, please go out first."
Zhou Dingshan nodded to the uniformed soldier and then said to him.
"yes."
The uniformed soldier saluted everyone again, then turned right, walked towards the door, and closed the door again.
The conference room became quiet again.
"Old Zhao."
Zhou Dingshan looked at Academician Zhao and said with a smile: "Show them that thing."
"good."
Academician Zhao also nodded.
Then he took out a research report from the folder and handed it to the conference room table.
"Lao Zhou, this is..."
One of the old men in Tang suit looked at the research report on the table and couldn't help but ask.
Zhou Dingshan had a faint smile on his face: "You will know after seeing it."
"Mysterious!"
Lin Xianyou snorted coldly.
Zhou Dingshan, however, remained calm and composed, as if he had not heard anything, smiling... which made everyone a little surprised.
They had known each other for decades, and they were well aware of Zhou Dingshan's fiery temper. This was the first time they had seen him with such a good temper.
Especially when facing Lin Xianyou who is not easy to deal with.
The old man in Tang suit took the research report on the table and glanced at it casually, but then his expression gradually became serious.
He put on the reading glasses hanging around his neck and looked at them carefully.
Eyes widened.
His breathing became faster, and even his right hand was trembling slightly.
Half a while passed.
He then raised his head, looked at Academician Zhao and said, "Is all this true?"
"Yes leader."
Academician Zhao also had a slightly excited look on his face: "When we brought the design drawings back to the institute, we first simulated them with a computer, and then used a supercomputer to calculate them many times, and there were no problems."
"We copied the virtual model one-to-one based on the drawings."
"Prove that there is no problem in all of this."
After listening for a moment, the old man in Tang suit sat on the chair, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, with a look of joy on his face: "Okay, okay, this is a good thing!"
The other old people, seeing the old man in Tang suit like this, became more and more curious, like a cat scratching his head.
"What kind of riddle are you making? Why can't we understand it? It's not like this. It's deliberately titillating."
The old man wearing black-rimmed glasses said with a smile, and the other old people also agreed.
"I don't mean to whet your appetite, but this news is really shocking."
The old man in Tang suit had a smile on his face: "I was also shocked, and I couldn't explain it for a while. Forget it... you can see for yourselves."
He handed over the report in his hand.
The old people behind were also aroused in curiosity. Looking at the old man in Tang suit, they knew that the thing in his hand was not simple.
Immediately, regardless of the image, they gathered together and started watching.
They look like a bunch of little old men gossiping.
Only Lin Xianyou, out of face... sat there motionless.
There was some silence in the conference room.
After a while.
These old people just raised their heads, their expressions were exactly the same as those of the old people in Tang suits.
They took a deep breath and looked at Zhou Dingshan sitting there: "Old Zhou, you suddenly gave us a heavy blow."
Lin Xianyou looked at them like this.
Then he looked at Zhou Dingshan, who was sitting there with a smile.
I feel something bad in my heart.
He stood up immediately, took the drawing from the old man's hand, and read it carefully.
Later.
His expression changed.
2nm lithography machine design drawings.
How can this be!
I got it from Zhou Dingshan just yesterday...
He wanted to refute.
However, this research report is clearly written, and there are no problems on the drawings. Academician Zhao just said it very clearly.
After a group of professionals, they simulated it using super computers.
He held the drawing in his hand and sat there, silent.
The other old people were a little excited and said to Academician Zhao: "Now that you have the drawings, how confident are you that you can reproduce them?"
"Everyone, leaders, you have the drawings, they are still so detailed, you just need to teach us how to do them step by step. If we can't copy them, then we are useless."
Academician Zhao said with a smile: "This drawing comes in time. With our best efforts, I believe we can make a replica in less than half a month. There is no technical difficulty."
"However, our focus is still on thoroughly understanding this drawing. Just the research last night has benefited us a lot."
"Research on our own lithography machines has also made extremely significant progress. I believe it won't be long before not only these 2-nanometer lithography machines will appear, but our domestic lithography machines will also advance by leaps and bounds."
After hearing this, the old people burst out laughing: "Okay, okay, Old Zhao... feel free to study it. If you have any problems or financial needs, just tell us directly."
"We fully cooperated and worked hard to overcome this difficulty as soon as possible."
Chips have always been China's shortcomings.
China has too little time. If it wants to catch up in all aspects... but it is still stuck, the difficulty is self-evident.
The key is technological development, of which chips are indispensable.
It's easy to say for the private sector...at most it's a little uncomfortable and they cost a lot to buy.
However, the military is involved in national security.
It is definitely impossible to use chips from other countries.
It is imminent to make their own chips... As a product for making chips, photolithography machines have always been a pain in their hearts.
Now 2 nanometers have emerged.
The haze above your head will be completely swept away, and it is even possible to turn from the passive situation before and become the master.
Thereby gaining more benefits.
This is no longer a simple photolithography machine. There are too many things involved, and the benefits produced are immeasurable.
Even these old people couldn't help but feel a little excited.
The conference room was lively for a while.
Only then did they look at Zhou Dingshan: "Old Zhou, you kept silent and gave us such a big surprise."
"At least let us old guys get vaccinated in advance. We are old and can't bear this sudden incident."
"Don't let the surprise turn into a fright. That would be bad."
Even though they said this, they still had warm smiles on their faces. They all looked at each other and laughed again.
"I did this on purpose, and I specifically asked Academician Zhao to hide it from you." Zhou Dingshan chuckled lightly, without any concealment: "I just want to scare you."
"You're such a crooked old man."
The old man in Tang suit pointed at Zhou Dingshan angrily: "I am still the same as an old naughty boy at this age, but I think I can use more of this kind of fright next time."
The other old people also laughed and agreed.
Zhou Dingshan rolled his eyes: "You think this is cabbage on the roadside, and you will come here a few more times."
The other old men joked a few words to Zhou Dingshan.
Then he looked at Zhou Dingshan seriously: "Old Zhou, where did your design drawings for the lithography machine come from?"