Sun Guangzhen landed in San Francisco on the west coast of the United States and went through troublesome and lengthy immigration procedures. It took him an hour to answer the immigration officer's questions alone. Finally, he handed in the customs inspection and quarantine form, left the airport, and met with Fulong's people.
Fu Long's team in the United States is not large in number, but they are all elite soldiers. In the past Huatong era, they had all been to Africa with Sun Guangzhen. Of course, Sun Guangzhen has the most overseas experience, but this so-called experience is only from the fact that he was sent to France by the company to participate in an agency negotiation.
But now, they have come to the United States, which is home to many world-class technology companies and has the strongest rivals. In comparison, they, who are in Santa Clara, the core of Silicon Valley, are like peasants.
If you can't catch up, try your best to catch up; if you can't catch up, you must make progress. This has always been the tone that Cheng Feiyang has repeatedly emphasized in the meeting.
In an era full of opportunities, the easiest mistake to make is opportunism and forgetting what path you should take.
Although he had the authorization order signed by Cheng Feiyang, Sun Guangzhen was not in a hurry. During this period, he and the core team members participated in the public roadshows of various technology companies every day.
The person who took him there was an old classmate of Sun Guangzhen. This old classmate came here to study in earlier years, and later got a green card. He worked for an optical transmission company called Cognight. Cog is the world's leading optical transmission company. Last year, it raised 250 million yuan to expand its global market. This old classmate of his has already reached the manager level with an annual salary of 500,000 US dollars. Sun Guangzhen was amazed when he heard this. These days, led by his old classmate in a Land Rover Range Rover, he went to Stanford, Caltech, University of California, Berkeley, the Science and Technology Research and Development Center, and the conference hall. He sat down and listened to learn about the relevant cutting-edge technologies.
After listening to an open lecture by the CEO of a chip company called Wolfi at Stanford, Sun Guangzhen left the lecture hall, sat on a bench on the lawn of Stanford, and asked the team members beside him, "What do you feel?"
Someone said, "It's hopeless... The technological gap is too big, and we may never catch up."
Sun Guangzhen nodded, touched the shriveled cigarette box in his pocket, and wanted to smoke, but when he saw the no-smoking sign not far away, he put the cigarette box back.
"Yeah..." Sun Guangzhen stretched out his hand and pointed to the buildings in the town in the distance. The buildings were not high, usually five or six stories, but every company there, when you get closer, you can't help but worship the names. "Entering here, I saw the names of the companies around me, Samsung Electronics, Motorola, Intel, NVIDIA... I was scared. These are all companies that can influence the world's technological process and pattern, but we seem to have not yet started. Walking on these streets, I realized how many things we don't have and need to learn... Without saying too much, most domestic technicians want to become managers, because it's easy, and it seems to have status, and it's also very face-saving to say it out. If you are a manager in a company and an ordinary technician, people in China will look at you differently. The word "easy" has wasted so many potential people. Everyone wants to get rid of the bottom of the pyramid and enter the management class. But here, a technical master is worth a hundred managers. Wherever they go, they are worshipped. This is the future of technology."
"If we want to change these, we have to start with the system. We can't change the domestic situation, but we can change Fulong," Sun Guangzhen said ambitiously. "I don't care about the technical principles or cutting-edge algorithms you mentioned in my recent research... I only care about one thing, which is the respect for technology. Product architects can no longer be separated from the development department all day long like in China, and be put in various meetings, so that their programming skills are out of touch. Good architects must be integrated into the product, and have the ability to be a main programmer, and be able to step up at any time."
"A person in the technical field must have the authority to communicate directly with the highest level, so as to ensure the technical power of the voice. They should be given the best salary and benefits. They will be the best and the monuments that lead countless technicians under Fulong..."
"I have thought a lot. I have been writing reports every day these days and emailing them to Mr. Cheng... The more I read, the more awed I am, and the more I know what path we are on now," Sun Guangzhen has a notebook on hand, which is densely filled with various experiences in recent times. He carries this notebook with him, and the core page is filled with the names of many companies and people.
At this time, he stroked the notebook, turned to that page, and said, "If we want to overtake others, we can't stick to the old ways. Here I have recorded a list of some small companies with potential. If it is a little difficult to buy them at this stage, we will invest in them and cooperate with them. In this way, we will start from scratch. Mr. Cheng asked me to keep this matter low-key. This will be the beginning of our expansion of technical strength."
Sun Guangzhen thought again of the conversation at Cheng Feiyang's house that day. Ben was feeling ashamed because of the defeat in the competition in the United States. The young man said something at that time. Sun Guangzhen was originally looking for a way to save face, but he changed his mind and came to California. The shock and impact it brought to him was like a new world opened up in an instant.
Sun Guangzhen handed the notebook to everyone, and everyone read it one by one. A large group of men, wearing outdated suits, stood on the lawn of Stanford, buried their heads in the pages filled with densely written experiences. Stanford students passing by once thought that this was a newly established cult.
Above are the clauses and clauses summarized by Sun Guangzhen, which are about the strategic thinking of the United States, and it is exciting to read.
All the content, in short, is full of the message "We need technology! We need technology! We need technology! Develop technology at all costs!"
Sun Guangzhen took a deep look at the buildings of the world-famous companies in the distance and said a sentence that was later engraved on the statue in front of the Fulong Santa Clara Institute, "Damn it, without real kung fu, you can't defeat a world-class company by relying on fancy moves."
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The news came back that Sun Guangzhen would stay in the United States for a while. They rented a villa in Santa Clara. It was formerly a small semiconductor company. Fulong spent some money to buy it so that they could use the equipment on the spot. The next step is to expand the staff. They will give priority to recruiting Chinese people in various schools in California.
Cheng Feiyang received the news and instructed that Sun Guangzhen be given full responsibility for American affairs.
At this time, Silicon Valley in the United States, a place where millionaires, multimillionaires, and billionaires can be born overnight, has an annual output value that accounts for a quarter of China's GDP at this time. This place, which brings together the world's cutting-edge technology and the most creative talents, has even attracted countless students from China's top universities to come here to study and build their American dreams. For a long time in the future, there will be no place for Chinese companies to settle down.
Sun Guangzhen's visit to this global technology temple center is highly expected within Fulun.
Along with the news from Sun Guangzhen, there was also a letter from him to Cheng Ran.
It records what Cheng Ran saw and heard in Silicon Valley, and tells Cheng Ran to study hard and not disappoint Cheng Feiyang's expectations. There is even a joke that Cheng Ran is optimistic about his succession.
Cheng Ran raised his head. At this moment, he was just swaying on the bus and arriving at the Wenmiao Street intersection.
The hydraulic rod of the bus door creaked open, and countless people got off the bus. Cheng Ran collected the letter, put it back into his schoolbag, and walked along the street into the gate of No. 10 Middle School.
Despite its reputation, when Cheng Ran actually found himself in the school, he had to admit that No. 10 Middle School was a wonderful and beautiful school.
The grand and classical buildings give people a comfortable feeling. Students come and go here, as if the world is peaceful.
But it seems that accidents always come unexpectedly.
On the garden path leading to the main teaching building, students were walking in groups of three or five, and Cheng Ran could hear the conversation of several boys beside him.
He turned around and saw several boys staring at him. They elbowed each other and said, "Hey, hey... look at the girl in front!"
"That's Qin Qian! She was the lead dancer in the last art performance. Her mother is from the provincial song and dance troupe, and she was trained there since she was a child... How many people had nosebleeds during the last performance..."
"What happened to her pants? Ah..."
"She didn't notice... Should I tell her?"
"Who's going to say it? You're going to say it?"
"Who dares to say such a thing..."
A few boys were whispering as if they had discovered some big secret. Cheng Ran looked over and saw that the girl walking in front of them had a graceful figure and a ponytail from the back.
It was just that there was a faint red spot under the white pants she was wearing, but she didn't seem to notice it...
Perhaps it was because of the strange noise coming from behind that made her glance back frequently. She saw a group of boys looking at her. She probably thought they were staring at her, but she didn't take it seriously. When she turned around, a smug smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
As a celebrity even beyond her age group, Qin Qian is accustomed to this kind of attention and people discussing her in private, which is a reflection of her popularity.
But she frowned slightly again. It seemed that she had gone too far today. Not only the two or three groups of boys behind her, but also some girls walking past her kept looking at her. Finally, a girl she didn't know pointed at her pants.
Qin Qian finally realized something, stopped, turned around, pulled up his pants around his hips and took a look.
A group of boys rushed into the teaching building without waiting for her to raise her head, then ran away shouting a few times in excitement.
Qin Qian looked up in astonishment, and then she realized what everyone was looking at. Her heart sank at this moment, and she didn't know what to do now, whether to continue to enter the classroom, or ask the teacher for leave to go home and change pants.
Just when she didn't know what to do, her eyes fell on Cheng Ran who was walking beside her.
In fact, when the group of boys were making a fuss just now, Cheng Ran took one look and turned away. She saw all of this through the reflection of the glass window of the newspaper stand in front of her. As a result, the people around her were cleared, and the two of them suddenly stood opposite each other inexplicably.
Facing the girl in front of him who was at a loss.
After a moment of silence, Cheng Ran sighed, took off his schoolbag, and then took off a shirt that he had put on in the early morning when it was a little cold. When registering for school uniforms, you have to measure your body, and you can get them two weeks later. Tenth Middle School does not require strict uniforms except on Mondays, so Cheng Ran usually wears them casually. At this time, he took off the light blue shirt and handed it to Qin Qian in front of him.
The girl took it, paused for a moment, then folded up Cheng Ran's shirt and tied a bow on the sleeves to fit her slender waist. As expected of a dancer, the combination was perfect. At first glance, it looked like she was wearing it on purpose. With her good figure, she could look great in any outfit.
Cheng Ran, who was only wearing a T-shirt, picked up his schoolbag from the ground and put it on his back again, and just passed her by.
The two people didn't exchange a single word from beginning to end.
The atmosphere is eerie, yet extremely warm.