Invent?

That night, many experts and professors in the fields of computers, chips, and photolithographic machines arrived at Stan University.

They gathered together, their fingers jumping rapidly on the keyboard as they occasionally let out a sigh of admiration.

"Heavens!"

"This data is too amazing!"

"A carbon-based photolithographic machine!"

"Unbelievable!"

...

Lin Fan did not care about any of this at all.

He sat on the soft sofa and played with his phone leisurely. The sky was completely dark.

Lin Fan dialed the number of Ran Fei, the chairman of Dahua Group.

"Hello, Mr. Lin. What's the matter?"

Ran Fei's tired voice came from the other end of the line.

Today, he had been busy the whole day because of the chip.

However, there was still no progress.

He felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Lin Fan seemed to have heard Ran Fei's exhaustion and said, "Are you still worried about the chip?"