Chapter 552: The Disliked Bun

Mo Jingchun chuckled lightly and casually placed the document aside.

"Then proceed with the normal procedure to go online."

"All right, boss."

Xia Xiaomin smiled calmly, seemingly not at all surprised by the boss’s decision.

Soon, with Xia Xiaomin no longer interrupting, the office returned to its quiet state, and Mo Jingchun once again fell into deep thought.

Which one is better to choose?

While Xia Xiaomin went to handle the intern’s matters and with no one else around, Mo Jingchun quietly asked:

"Do you think we should use the 16-nanometer or the 3-nanometer chip?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zero gave a suggestion.

"Boss, of course go with the 16-nanometer chip."

"Although the 16-nanometer chip is much larger than the 3-nanometer chip, it doesn’t matter at all."

"White isn’t a mobile phone and doesn’t have much space to store chips, and as for the power consumption issue, it’s even less significant."

"Besides, compared to the smaller 3-nanometer chip, the 16-nanometer chip has better stability and is more technically advanced."

"Oh, and there’s one more point you can’t refuse unless you want to be limited by the West; otherwise, there’s no reason to use the newly released 3-nanometer chip."

Listening to Zero’s analysis, Mo Jingchun pursed his lips without any reason to argue.

Mainly because last time he asked Qin Yuzhu about quantum chips, and Qin Yuzhu just rolled her eyes at him.

"Zero, design a chip using the 16-nanometer process."

"Boss, please hold on~"

Having reached this point, Mo Jingchun was in no rush at all.

Sipping on his now lukewarm tea, Mo Jingchun waited quietly.

About an hour later, intricate circuit diagrams appeared on Mo Jingchun’s computer.

"Boss, it’s ready."

Hearing this, Mo Jingchun beamed with joy.

This is the power of artificial intelligence; repetitive work can be completed quickly and accurately by AI.

Just a glance at it, Mo Jingchun still couldn’t help but cover his eyes.

A 6cm * 6cm * 6cm chip is quite large compared to today’s mobile phone chips.

Fortunately, it’s still within Mo Jingchun’s acceptable range.

"Did you simulate it? Is there any problem with the chip you designed?"

"Boss, when Zero handles things, are you still worried?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Jingchun really wanted to say that sometimes you are indeed unreliable.

"Send an email to the procurement department to purchase a batch of materials and components for manufacturing White. Also, try to get someone to discuss chip matters as soon as possible, preferably securing the prototype first."

"Email sent."

After doing all this, Mo Jingchun temporarily had nothing else to do.

The aerospace fighter project needs long-term planning, and there’s no rush as they can’t hurry it anyway.

With nothing urgent at hand, Mo Jingchun opened the kindergarten surveillance video.

"Not in the classroom?"

Opening Candy’s classroom surveillance, he surprisingly didn’t see Candy.

The next moment, the video switched directly to the outdoor surveillance.

"Boss, Candy is over here."

In the surveillance video, Candy and the kid called Wang Haoran were each sitting on a swing, talking about something.

Seeing nothing unusual, Mo Jingchun asked Zero: "Candy isn’t behaving unusually at kindergarten today, right?"

"Apart from being a little downcast, there’s no unusual behavior."

"That’s good then."

"Keep an eye on it."

On the other side, after receiving the email, the head of the procurement department quickly convened a meeting, assigning each item on the list to individuals.

Joking aside, who doesn’t know that the boss’s material purchase list is almost always related to experiments? With such an important task, who dares to slack off?

In the conference room, everyone looked at the content on the list, and someone asked: "Minister, everything else is manageable, but this chip..."

"Don’t worry about the chip; I’ll handle it personally. The design is with me."

Hearing the minister taking on the most challenging task, the rest of the team breathed a sigh of relief.

With the procurement department taking action, some forces closely monitoring Candy Technology were puzzled looking at the compiled procurement list.

Especially the 16-nanometer chip; was Candy Technology joking?

The 16-nanometer chip isn’t even used in today’s desktop computers. Where does Candy Technology plan to use it?

However, seeing the small purchase quantity, most forces didn’t pay much attention.

This procurement scale can only be used for experiments.

In the afternoon, with nothing to do, and as it was almost time for school to end, Mo Jingchun simply put on a coat and went to the kindergarten entrance to pick up Candy.

"Boss."

Seeing the boss coming, Feiyan immediately stood up and offered her seat.

Seeing this, Mo Jingchun waved his hand, "It’s okay, I’ll stand."

Checking the time, there were still a few minutes before school ended, so Mo Jingchun just stood at the kindergarten gate to wait.

Just standing there, Mo Jingchun invisibly exerted pressure on the teachers and security guards at the entrance.

A few minutes later, the music started to play.

Within ten seconds, a familiar figure dashed out from the classroom.

The little one looked up and was momentarily stunned, not expecting her brother to pick her up today.

Instantly, the overjoyed Candy shouted "Brother" from a distance.

With a beep, the barrier gate opened, and Candy rushed out immediately.

"Come on, let brother help you with your backpack."

Grabbing the backpack, Mo Jingchun gave a light exclamation.

This backpack, why does it feel heavier than when she left this morning?

It shouldn’t be, did the kindergarten give out new books again?

Mo Jingchun opened it and was a bit surprised.

What did he see? It turned out to be chestnuts.

The question is, where did they come from?

Mo Jingchun took out a red-shell chestnut and after some effort, peeled it open.

Took a bite, it was crispy; it’s still raw.

"Who gave this to you?"

"Of course it was my little brother."

"Brother, you shouldn’t eat it raw."

Mo Jingchun rolled his eyes, as if he, a rural-born kid, didn’t know if it could be eaten raw or not.

"Really, brother."

"My little brother said if you eat too much raw, you’ll fart a lot."

Seeing Candy’s serious face, Mo Jingchun’s expression stiffened.

"It’s fine, brother only had one."

Unexpectedly, Candy still frowned.

"Brother, that’s not it. These chestnuts are to take home and cook with meat. You can’t eat them all here."

Immediately Mo Jingchun laughed—it turns out she was worried her brother would finish all the chestnuts.

Zipping up the backpack, the little one obviously let out a sigh of relief.

"Are all these chestnuts from your little brother?"

With the backpack back in her hands, Candy looked up and said, "Yeah."

"Wang Haoran said there are a lot of chestnuts back in his hometown."

"Brother, why don’t we have chestnuts at home?"

"Who said we don’t have chestnuts? There’s a tree behind the hill at home."

"Huh? Why doesn’t Guoguo know that?"

"You never asked."

Under the sunset, the shadows of the two walking in the front grew longer and longer.

In the car, Candy, wearing a disdainful look, pushed Bun lying in her lap aside.

"Bun, you’re too fat! I can’t hold you anymore."