I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 569 It seems like I've forgotten something? (4800)

Were they beaten by Americans?

Ning Yu looked at Fang Yu in surprise.

"Dr. Zhang also studied in the United States before. After graduating, he worked for a chip company in the United States for two years. A few years ago, he returned to China to start his own business, mainly making automotive-grade chips. He led his team to develop more than 200 patents."

"He also built his own factory; part of the factory buildings in that one used to be his."

“Three years ago, his former employer sent people to his company for inspection. He received them quite warmly. After they finished looking at the company, they said they wanted to acquire it, but he did not agree.”

"As a result, after returning to the United States, the other party reported him for technology theft to the United States Ministry of Justice."

“The US investigated for several months but found no evidence. So last year, they arranged an academic conference to lure him to the US, and he was arrested as soon as he got off the plane.”

"This arrest lasted for more than a year. Because there was no evidence, he was kept in the immigration jail. Even after bail was paid, he was not released. A well-educated PhD was almost driven to mental illness."

Fang Yu chuckled, turned the steering wheel, and made a U-turn onto the outer ring expressway.

"They were released because they couldn't find any evidence?"

Ning Yu looked at Fang Yu with a complicated expression.

"No, he escaped from prison. Otherwise, I don't know how long he would have been locked up."

Fang Yu casually agreed.

prison Break!?
Ning Yu's hand, which was tearing at her lips, suddenly stopped at her mouth, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Does that round-faced Dr. Zhang have this ability?

It's a prison break.

Did it escape by digging a hole with a spoon?

A sudden thought flashed through Ning Yu's mind, and she suddenly remembered the scene when Dr. Zhang excitedly thanked Fang Yu when they first met.

"Was it you... who helped him escape from prison?"

Ning Yu looked somewhat nervous and fearful.

Fang Yu glanced at Ning Yu: "Scared?"

Hearing Fang Yu's words, Ning Yu almost collapsed.

They actually asked me if I was scared?

Of course! This is a prison break!

I'm not Michael, how could I not be scared?
Even though I escaped from a Malaysian prison, I still have a Malaysian passport!
It's not like we're not going to Malaysia anymore. You're not afraid, but I am.

Dr. Zhang's real name is Zhang Bo. He looks old, but he is actually only in his thirties. He was rescued by Fang Yu from the San Jose Immigration Jail in San Francisco half a year ago.

Six months ago, when Fang Yu and Youzi were developing a distributed orange kernel chip, they realized that they still needed to have their own chip factory, otherwise it would be too inconvenient.

So Fang Yu asked Youzi to find a suitable chip company to acquire, and a search revealed Zhang Bo's company.

It was only then that Fang Yu learned that Zhang Bo had been imprisoned by Mai Guo for over a year.

Fang Yu initially genuinely believed that Zhang Bo had stolen his former employer's technology. He originally thought that, considering they were both from the Great Zhou Dynasty, he would bring Zhang Bo back and then acquire his company.

As a result, after comparing his chip technology with that of his former employer, Yuzi discovered that Zhang Bo had not stolen his former employer's technology at all.

Instead, his former employer used hacking techniques to obtain some of his confidential technology and infringed on at least twelve of Zhang Bo's publicly disclosed patents in the company's new products.

Fang Yu has always been biased towards his relatives over right and wrong since childhood. Now that he has both, what else is there to say but to just go for it?

First, they used group suggestion to instruct a group of Black and Hispanic people to storm the immigration jail.

This prison is privately run, so they have to cut costs in every aspect. There are only a dozen or so contract workers. The opposing side has deployed hundreds of black and Mexican people, and even automatic weapons. Let alone these few contract workers, even if the SWAT team came, they might suffer a setback.

In particular, there was a Korean immigrant instructor as the commander, with drones flying overhead for observation. Dozens or even hundreds of black and Mexican people were divided into more than a dozen combat squads. He managed to command this rabble as if they were a Marine Corps unit.

They are indeed Koreans on the rooftop.

The local police were so frightened that they thought a Colombian drug lord had attacked.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Fang Yu unlocked the electronic doors of all the cells in the immigration prison, and the intangible cultural heritage workers inside, working together, almost all of them escaped.

Fang Yu knocked Zhang Bo unconscious, and after two and a half hours, they returned to Haixi by Skyline.

Unfortunately, Zhang Bo is an ordinary person and cannot withstand the erosion of the astral spiritual tides, so he cannot use teleportation.

Zhang Bo was naturally extremely grateful to Fang Yu for rescuing him and bringing him back to Haixi.

When Fang Yu talked with this guy, he found that he really had a deep understanding of the chip industry and had many channels that others could not access.

He is highly competent, has a firm stance, and possesses decent management skills. Moreover, as a fugitive from the United States, he would certainly not make public appearances and would not defect to a country with an extradition treaty with the United States. He is simply the perfect candidate.

Although Zhang Bo initially had some patriotism, he had studied and worked in the United States for several years, making him a semi-Mayer.

But now, after being hit hard, Zhang Bo's dream of a prosperous China has been completely shattered. He now hates those large Chinese companies that he once admired with a passion.

After Fang Yu acquired 51% of Zhang Bo's company, he changed the company name from Bonos, which was a blatant attempt to imitate a foreign brand, to "Youxin Semiconductor." He then injected 800 million yuan into Youxin Semiconductor to purchase equipment and expand the factory.

And you know what? Zhang Bo really is a genius in this industry. Many new pieces of equipment might have a two- or three-year waiting list, but he can usually find usable second-hand ones. In less than six months, he actually managed to get the factory up and running again.

Today, Fang Yu went to Youxin Semiconductor, firstly to repair the lithography machine, and secondly to discuss future production capacity plans with Zhang Bo.

In the short term, this factory will only produce one type of chip—the Orange Core E5, a distributed AI microchip manufactured using a 45-nanometer process.

橘核E5的尺寸只有6.5毫米*6.5毫米大小，却有着峰值5TOPS的算力，典型持续也有约3TOPS。

It has one-fifth to one-eighth of the computing power of a full-blood orange seed 25T, which can fully meet the current AI computing power needs of portable devices.

Its peak power consumption is only 3.8W.

The Orange Distributed Micro-Model has fewer than 3000 million parameters, which is almost no problem for this 5T computing power microchip.

The main reason for manufacturing the chip itself is that it contains the "virtual illusion technique" that analyzes the Orange Big Model.

The original "Illusion" is a fourth-circle spell that can visually alter the terrain within a 150-meter radius.

For example, a pond might become like a meadow, a cliff like a gentle slope, or a rocky ditch like a wide, flat road.

To a creature that has seen through the illusion, the illusion appears as a blurry image superimposed on the real terrain.

In fact, this is the core part of Yugo Games' "Mirage Engine".

The reason why "Mirage" can generate such realistic AR images is not only due to the technologies that Fang Yu previously touted, but also because the real core secret to achieving such realistic AR effects with the computing power of a mobile phone is "virtual illusion technology".

The fact that the large orange model can analyze "virtual illusion magic" is closely related to the arcane laws contained within the grapefruit in its body.

To reduce computing power requirements, Fang Yu chose to integrate "Virtual Illusion Technique" into the core of the Orange Core E5.

If you choose a foundry, although the chip foundry is unlikely to be able to analyze the chip's special features from the chip design, if the foundry leaks the design to certain political forces, a deep analysis might reveal some clues.

At least, it cannot be copied by simply replicating the RTL code and layout provided to the foundry.

This inability to replicate does not mean that the replicated chip will have reduced performance after the chip design is copied, but rather that it will be completely unable to perform similar functions.

The chip is too sophisticated; without a complete solution, it's normal that it can't be copied.

No matter how complex a chip is, it is still an industrial product. As an industrial product, it has blueprints, plans, materials, and more advanced manufacturing technologies and tools, yet it cannot be reproduced. This goes against common sense, and it is hard not to want to get to the bottom of it.

Therefore, Fang Yu ultimately decided to make chips himself and entrusted this part of the business entirely to Zhang Bo, who had been wrongfully imprisoned for a year.

However, Fang Yu didn't intend to explain it to Ning Yu in such detail.

"Hot pot? Sure, I'll be there in a bit."

Fang Yu hung up Da Mimi's phone, turned to look at Ning Yu, and chuckled: "I didn't expect you to be so timid. I thought that with your status and experience, you wouldn't be afraid."

"Or are you not afraid, but... cautious?"

Fang Yu glanced at Ning Yu with a half-smile.

Ning Yu's expression froze instantly. "What are you talking about? What's your identity and background?"

A rare hint of anxiety appeared in Ning Yu's eyes, and an uncontrollable panic welled up in her heart. She unconsciously picked at her lips, and her voice became a little higher than usual, no longer deliberately lowering her voice.

Apart from the time when Jiang Guyan betrayed her to her face on a TV show, she had never been so terrified.

Her pupils constricted sharply, and her breathing became rapid and shallow, as if air had suddenly drained from her chest. Her fingertips were cold and numb as she dug them into her lips, drawing a shallow line of blood.

Fang Yu didn't speak, but reached into the storage compartment next to the car door and took out a brown paper bag with a gray and white seal.

"This is all your information at Guanfeng Pavilion. There are no backups, and the electronic files have been destroyed."

! ! ! ! ! !
Ning Yu's mind went blank for a moment, and she felt her heart stop for a split second. Her expression changed constantly. Liu Feifei's spirit was churning in her consciousness, but it showed no sign of emerging.

Fang Yu sighed: "I'm sorry, I didn't know about your situation before. Although they didn't make you do anything, this kind of pressure is indeed not something an ordinary person can bear."

"You can decide what to do with these things; you can keep them or destroy them."

Ning Yu's lips were slightly parted, but she couldn't say anything. She could only reach out and take the paper bag, her fingertips still trembling.

"I..." Ning Yu's lips parted slightly, her voice a little tight.

"you're free."

Fang Yu gripped the steering wheel, looked ahead, and said softly.

I am free?

is that true?

Ning Yu gripped the brown paper bag tightly in her left hand, her fingertips turning white, while her right hand trembled as she caressed the bag.

Ning Yu felt the rough texture of the kraft paper bag with her fingers, and only then did she feel a sense of reality.

"arrive."

It was completely dark when two bright beams of light approached from afar and stopped at the entrance of a row of houses in Yunqi Yuejing.

"Have a good sleep, tomorrow is a new day."

Fang Yu unbuckled Ning Yu's seatbelt, who was trembling all over, and patted her back. Ning Yu couldn't help but shudder.

Standing at the entrance of the row house, Ning Yu clutched the brown paper bag tightly in her arms, staring blankly as the G500 drove into the adjacent garage.

Under the dim streetlights, a few snowflakes could be seen quietly falling and landing on Ning Yu's pert nose.

It's snowing.

Ning Yu stretched out her right hand, and the snowflakes fell into her palm, melting away without a trace.

It seems I've forgotten something?
Haixi, eastern suburbs, Yunqi Yuejing.

Liu Feifei curled up on the sofa, her fingers trembling as she tore open the seal on the brown paper bag and pulled out the documents inside.

Name: Liu Feifei (formerly known as Ning Yu)

"..."

(delete)
Upon seeing the various documents inside, Liu Feifei's tears streamed down her face.

it is true!
Feifei, you're free, do you see? Feifei, you're free, and I'm free too!

Yes, Little Rain, we are free!
Liu Feifei and Ning Yu's spirits embraced and wept in their consciousness, and the previous grudges between the two personalities vanished in that instant.

Both body and soul seemed to experience an unprecedented sense of ease.

Liu Feifei, however, did not notice that Ning Yu's blue spirituality seemed to be starting to become somewhat illusory.

What should we do with these things?
Burn it.

Burned?

Okay, let's burn it now.

I'll call my mom in a bit and tell her too.

Liu Feifei gathered the documents scattered on the sofa, preparing to take them to the kitchen to burn them. Before she could even turn on the gas stove, she heard the sound of the electronic door lock opening and closing at the front door of the row of doors.

"Boss~ Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? And you didn't answer your phone. Were you deliberately making me wait? I've been waiting for you on set for over two hours."

Xiaoxin's voice came from the doorway. Liu Feifei quickly wiped away her tears and stuffed the documents back into the brown paper bag.

"Boss, are you crying? What happened?" As soon as Xiao Xin entered the room, he noticed that Liu Feifei's eyes were red, obviously she had just been crying. His gaze then fell on the brown paper bag in Liu Feifei's hand.

"It's nothing, I just read a script." Liu Feifei quickly put the brown paper bag behind her back, which made Xiaoxin a little curious.

It's just a script, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?
It couldn't possibly be that kind of movie, could it?

Who can cry while watching that kind of movie?

"Didn't you say you were going to eat barbecue in the city? Why didn't you go?"

Liu Feifei changed the subject and quietly put the brown paper bag into the villa's safe.

"Go ahead, but change your clothes when you get back. This Max Mara shirt was given to me by you, but the smell from the barbecue is too strong. Go and change into something cheaper."

Shin-chan said with a grin.

Liu Feifei said "Oh," to cover up her mistake, "Okay, remember to bring me bean curd sheets, enoki mushrooms, and roasted peppers."

Xiao Xin took off his coat, gave an OK sign, and suddenly remembered: "Oh right, boss, after work this afternoon, Da Mi Mi's assistant Ting Ting came to see you and asked if you wanted to come over for hot pot tonight."

Liu Feifei frowned, about to say she wouldn't go, when Ning Yu's spirit suddenly spoke in her mind:
"Feifei, I want to go."

Liu Feifei was taken aback, but sensing Ning Yu's determination, she pursed her lips at Xiao Xin and said, "Really? Okay, you go eat barbecue, and I'll go eat hot pot."

After saying that, Liu Feifei reached out to pick up the maroon down jacket that she had worn for over ten years, which was draped over the sofa, when Ning Yu spoke again:

"Don't wear this anymore, I want to wear that red Valentino dress."

Liu Feifei found it a little strange. Ning Yu used to dislike makeup and brightly colored clothes, preferring low-saturation outfits. What's wrong with her today?
But Liu Feifei didn't say anything. She returned to the master bedroom, took out a red Valentino dress from the wardrobe, and put on a cream-white Chanel suede coat over it.

After changing my clothes, I returned to the living room and saw Shin-chan, who had also changed his clothes, coming out of the guest room.

"Wow, the boss is so beautiful! Does she have to outshine Yang Mi even when eating hot pot? Come on, give her a kiss."

Xiao Xin chuckled and hugged Liu Feifei's arm.

Liu Feifei stretched out her finger and affectionately tapped Xiaoxin's forehead, which was even bigger than Da Mimi's.

"I'm going next door to eat hot pot. Call me when you get back." Liu Feifei picked up her small handbag from the entryway cabinet and bent down to put on her high heels.

"Okay, got it." Xiaoxin shouted as she touched up her makeup in the small round mirror on her Guerlain gold-rimmed foundation compact in the living room.

Then came the sound of the door opening and closing.

"Perfect." Shin-chan smacked his lips twice and looked at his lip makeup in the small mirror.

"Huh? What's this?" In the mirror's reflection, Shin-chan vaguely saw what appeared to be a piece of paper under the sofa.

The corner of the paper curled up slightly, revealing a white hue under the light.

Shin-chan put away the foundation box, bent down and reached under the sofa to pull out the piece of paper.

This is……

Shin-chan glanced at it twice, and his expression changed drastically. His breath caught in his throat as if he had choked on something, and he stood up abruptly.

Call the boss!
Shin-chan picked up the phone with trembling hands, but didn't press the dial button.

Telling her would be the same as telling her I already know, wouldn't it?
Then, Shin-chan's eyes flickered, he took a deep breath, folded the paper twice, stuffed it into the inner pocket of his handbag, and zipped up the inner pocket.

(End of this chapter)