I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"President Zhang... Let's talk this over calmly, we... This matter is still open for discussion. I will appease the employees planning to strike. I guarantee they won't cause you trouble anymore!"

Dai Yang instantly regretted it so much that he wished he could pull out a forty-meter-long machete and chop Jarett down with one blow.

Just a casual phone call from the other party and the director of the land bureau would treat him with utmost caution. What kind of huge power does this person have behind him?

He simply did not care about spending money; he just wanted those who sought to monopolize Huaxia's chip technology to get lost. And Dai Yang had actually helped these Westerners incite the employees.

As for whether the company could be revived from death, this new chairman was not just wealthy; he was someone who didn't care about money at all. Looking at him, even if the company lost money every day, he could support it for a lifetime!

"No need to discuss," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "Since everyone is so determined to strike, then let them strike to their heart's content. I am the most generous person there is. Whatever the employees demand, I will fulfill it all!"

Dai Yang's face turned pale. When he instigated the employees, he told them that this was just to put pressure on the board, and he was very confident that he could persuade the members, which is why a portion of the employees agreed to join the strike.

Now, with a stroke of his pen, Zhang Menglong had fired all those planning to strike. How was he going to explain this to the union later?

"Bang!" The conference room door was closed again, and besides Zhang Menglong and his entourage, only those few old shareholders remained.

"I don't suppose any of you have any objections to what I've done?" Zhang Menglong asked with a smile.

"You've already done it, what's the point in asking us?" A few shareholders responded with bitter smiles. As the largest shareholder, Zhang Menglong had the final say in all company decisions. Even if they had objections, what good would that do?

"President Zhang, by taking action against those disloyal employees as soon as you arrived, if I'm not mistaken, you must be planning a big move?" Xu Songhai asked with expectancy.

Zhang Menglong wouldn't be making such bold adjustments to the company if he was just planning to spend money for fun. Xu would bet his life on that!

"Hahaha, the old ginger is indeed spicier. Director Xu is right!" Zhang Menglong said, "The tasks we are going to undertake next are significant. From now on, the money we make could be ten or even a hundred times what it was before. Why should those with ulterior motives and disloyal people share in our success?"

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"I've said it before; in Huaxia, we focus on our own research and development. From now on, we don't need to rely on Westerners. What's so impressive about mass-producing 5nm chips? Right here, I have the complete production technology for 2nm chips from start to finish!" Zhang Menglong declared. Experience new stories with My Virtual Library Empire

"2nm chips? The complete production technology?" The shareholders stood up in shock. This was no laughing matter. 2nm chips were the theoretical limit of what chip technology could achieve at the moment.

Even the world's leading technology could only just manage 5nm mass production, and achieving mass production for 2nm chips could take five to ten years, if not longer!

"Are you startled by 2nm?" Zhang Menglong internally criticized their short-sightedness. If it weren't for the fear of being too shocking, he could have directly revealed the technology for 0.2nm chips.

"President Zhang, are you serious?" Let alone 2nm chip technology—even with 4nm, he could decisively outdo all current technologies in the world.

"Of course it's true," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "I've said it, after six months, all the countries in the world will be kneeling before us Huaxia people, begging us to sell them chips!"

"But before that, there's something else I need to do," Zhang Menglong added.

"What is it?" the crowd asked curiously.

"All this technology is now in my hands, but I can't be expected to do everything myself, can I? Photolithography Machine technology, chip packaging technology, it all needs people to transform the theory and blueprints into physical products," Zhang Menglong explained, "I'm the chairman, after all; my job is just to be 'knowledgeable'!"

"Are you suggesting?" several directors asked with a mix of laughter and tears, as Zhang Menglong had actually managed to voice such a sentiment.

"There should be quite a few experts in this field within our country, right?" Zhang Menglang said, "The principles behind these technologies and machines are very complex; the average person could not comprehend them. So I wanted to ask if any of you know any professors or scholars in the relevant domain?"

"Other technologies might be manageable, but researchers specialized in Photolithography Machines are indeed rare," a director said, "Photolithography Machines, that's something we haven't even started to work on domestically, and nobody is willing to put in the effort because we're so far behind; it's not easy to achieve results. Why would anyone want to research those 'broken things' when stealing a bit from abroad can make you an instant success?"

Zhang Menglong smiled helplessly; this was indeed a realistic problem.

"Not only that, but one Photolithography Machine costs a hundred million US Dollars. If you want to research it, don't dream of starting with less than 20 billion US Dollars. All the funds from universities and research institutes in China put together might not even reach 20 billion US Dollars. Even the big corporations can't afford it!"

"However, I do know a professor!" Just then, Xu Songhai suddenly remembered someone, "He's a professor at Magic City University and was a classmate of mine. But because his field of study is so niche, he hardly gets any students and his research funding is pitiful; he's one of the least successful among our peers."

At that time, Xu Songhai had invited him to work together, but the professor had refused. His reason was that he wanted to lay some groundwork for Huaxia's chip photolithography technology so that when Huaxians realized the importance of independent research, they would at least not be completely in the dark about where to start.

"Xu, do you have this professor's contact information?" Zhang Menglong asked, respecting a professor who could say something like that.

"I have it, but we haven't been in touch for a long time. I'm not sure whether he's still at the same place," Xu Songhai replied, handing Zhang Menglong a string of phone numbers and an address.

"No problem, leave it to me. I'll personally invite him," Zhang Menglong said, "As for the other core research personnel, I'll have to trouble you, Xu. Let's set their annual salaries at one hundred million Huaxia currency for now."

"One hundred million Huaxia currency?" Xu Songhai's eyes widened.

"If all those messy people in the entertainment industry can earn hundreds of millions a year, why can't those who contribute to the technological advancement of the nation?" Zhang Menglong retorted, "I am going to break this rule! And I want the whole society to know about it!"

"All right!" Moved by Zhang Menglong's words, Xu Songhai felt a surge of enthusiasm. If the company's earnings could indeed exceed the past by ten or a hundredfold, what would a few billion in salary matter?

"Fellow seniors, aside from having a lot of money, I don't really know much else," Zhang Menglong said, "I'll have to trouble you all to take care of the company's affairs. If you ever run out of money, just come to me!"

"Then we certainly won't hold back!" the shareholders laughed, "If we run out of money, we'll come to you." Those were probably words that only someone as outrageously wealthy as Zhang Menglong could utter, right?