I can become stronger by paying salaries. I have one billion employees!

Chapter 358 Orange Z1's Self-Developed CPU Architecture is Born! Yes, we need a cook!
On a December evening, a cold wind was blowing and leaden clouds obscured the sun.

Chen Yansen sat on the sofa by the window, looking at Building No. 6 diagonally opposite. Various Christmas decorations were pasted on the glass curtain wall of the Pinbei headquarters, and a Christmas tree more than three meters tall was placed at the entrance.

He knew perfectly well that these people weren't celebrating some damn Christmas; they just wanted to have some fun.

Although Pinbei does not mandate overtime, most employees still work three hours overtime on weekdays, and even take a day off on the weekend to work an additional six hours.

There was no other way. Housing prices were already trending upward in 2012, and young people were under too much pressure. They had to earn money to buy a house and save money to pay the bride price. How could they not work hard?

Therefore, during holidays, the administration department organizes some activities where everyone eats and drinks, and also participates in a prize draw.

In addition, the tourism fund distributed annually by the project was also deposited into bank accounts in cash.

The company didn't mention it, the employees didn't say anything, and everyone treated the 'travel fund' as an extra subsidy.

“Buzz buzz—!”

The cell phone on the coffee table rang.

Chen Yansen reached out and grabbed a 64GB Orange C3 phone, the caller ID displaying "Old Chen".

"Is the holiday coming up soon?" Old Chen asked hesitantly after the call connected.

"It's still early," Chen Yansen replied.

"How have you been lately?" Old Chen asked dryly.

"That's great, how about you?" Chen Yansen smiled gently.

That's how he and Lao Chen interact: dry and boring. After a few words, they'll tacitly hang up the phone.

"It's all pretty good. The county has set up patrol posts at the bookstore and the entrance of the residential area, so even a fly doesn't dare to fly in front of me," Old Chen said tactfully.

"By the way, I won't be going back for Chinese New Year."

Chen Yansen suddenly said.

Local agricultural products from Chun Shen generated over 3 billion yuan in sales throughout the year through Pinduoduo's 10 Billion Yuan Subsidy Channel, creating jobs for tens of thousands of people across the county.

Tang Lixin naturally dared not neglect Chen Guobin and served him very well.

Otherwise, once Chen Guobin leaves Chunshen, who knows if Chen Yansen will still provide them with traffic support?

"Not coming back? Where are you spending the New Year?" Chen Guobin was taken aback and frowned as he pressed for an answer.

"I've bought several houses in either the virtual city or the Shanghai city, so I can go wherever I want."

Chen Yansen said casually.

He paused, then added, "Are you coming or not?"

"Forget it, I'll stay home with your mom." Bing shook his head. Although he was angry, he knew Chen Yansen was stubborn and there was no point in trying to persuade him.

“Bring my mom along, let her see her son’s new house,” Chen Yansen said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Chen Guobin's face immediately lit up with excitement. His son was indeed promising, and if Huizhen were still alive, she would most likely go to his house to take a look.

"Send me the address later," Chen Guobin said after a few seconds of contemplation.

“I’ll send a driver to pick you up,” Chen Yansen said.

"I'll drive there myself," Chen Guobin disagreed.

"Your Jinbei van? It's noisy everywhere except the horn. Don't make my mom's head hurt from all the jolting. Fine, I'll get you a new car, a Mercedes, a BMW, a Rolls-Royce, you can choose."

Chen Yansen frowned slightly and retorted irritably.

"I don't want to," Chen Guobin said with a straight face.

"I bought this for my mom. You're just a driver, don't you understand?"

Chen Yansen reprimanded him without any politeness.

Old Chen has a stubborn temper, he can't live without smoking, I don't know who he takes after.

"Go for a BMW, but don't buy one that's too expensive! Your mom liked them when she was younger."

Chen Guobin remained silent for several seconds before speaking in a muffled voice.

"I know. If you're bored, you might as well find a wife, otherwise no one will take care of you when you get old. Let me be clear, when you get old, I'll definitely dump you in a nursing home and leave you to fend for yourself."

Chen Yansen threatened.

"Bullshit! Do you think I need your help? Mind your own business!" Chen Guobin cursed.

"Beep beep beep..." Chen Yansen immediately hung up the phone, too lazy to listen to Old Chen's nagging.

He then sent a text message to Ye Qiuping, asking her to come to his office.

Less than three minutes later, there was a knocking sound at the door.

"Come in," Chen Yansen said softly.

Ye Qiuping pushed open the door and took small, quick steps to walk slowly to President Chen.

A turtleneck sweater covered her upper body completely, but it couldn't hide her amazing figure.

Ye Qiuping pulled up her trouser legs, deliberately revealing a section of smooth, white lace stockings.

"Are you going back to your hometown for the Chinese New Year?" Chen Yansen asked.

"I have no home anymore." Ye Qiuping's lips turned down, forcing a smile and feigning sadness.

“That’s perfect, come to my house for the New Year.” Chen Yansen immediately made the decision.

"Go to your house?" Ye Qiuping's lips curled up slightly, her joy barely concealed.

"Yes, we're short a cook. Don't worry, I'll pay him," Chen Yansen said truthfully.

chef?

You want your mother to cook New Year's Eve dinner for you?
Chen Yansen, you're a beast!
Ye Qiuping was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening. She was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and her teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

"Unwilling?" Chen Yansen asked.

"I'd be happy to," Ye Qiuping replied, looking aggrieved.

"That's good. Go ahead and make a menu first."

Chen Yansen waved his hand, indicating that Ye Qiuping could leave.

"This is a peace apple I prepared for you. I wish Mr. Chen a peaceful and smooth-sailing 2013." Ye Qiuping said with her head drooping, handing over a bright red apple and saying her blessing in a somber tone.

"Thanks."

Chen Yansen took the apple and smiled broadly.

He wanted to torment Ye Qiuping, and he had to return every single trick she had played on him.

Ye Qiuping turned around and walked straight out of the office.

Before long, a smile appeared on her fair and beautiful face. At least, he loved the food I cooked.

After a short rest, Chen Yansen returned to his desk, switched the computer interface to the assembler window, and then immersed himself in the design of the instruction set compiler.

As the year draws to a close, the subsidiaries of Senlian Capital are busy compiling data for their year-end reports.

Hundreds of kilometers away in Shenzhen, Cao Dahua and Zuo Hongyu sat facing each other, chatting over tea.

"Finally, I can go back to Xucheng. Old Zuo, wouldn't you say this counts as a triumphant homecoming?"

Cao Dahua, with his round belly sticking out, said with a smug look on his face.

His noticeably smaller belly clearly shows how much effort he has put into the daily operations of the Orange Mobile Phone factory over the past year.

Zuo Hongyu picked up a cup of hot tea and chuckled, teasingly saying, "You've even lost your title as a mentor at the Virtual Academy Entrepreneurship Park, so you probably won't be able to get into the school, right?"

"Do you think I've been wasting all these years in the Virtual Academy? I'll just use my connections."

Cao Dahua glanced at Zuo Hongyu and said dismissively.

After the Orange Mobile Phone Factory was running smoothly, he resigned from his job at the virtual college to avoid causing trouble for Tang Qingshan and Chen Yansen.

"The production plans for Q1 and Q2 of 2013 have been finalized. However, the most accurate information on capacity, cost, quality, and shipment volume for 2012 will not be available until New Year's Day."

Zuo Hongyu smiled, didn't reply, and changed the subject.

"No problem, there's enough time. It starts next Friday."

Cao Dahua nodded in agreement.

He never imagined that the trajectory of his life would be completely changed by a student.

The dream that couldn't be fulfilled when I was young was actually realized in my forties. Orange Mobile's annual shipments were approximately 4900 million units, 1200 million more than Shanxing, firmly occupying the number one spot on the sales chart.

His nickname in Shenzhen's digital circle also changed from "Pujie Hua" to "Babi Hua".

Despite some people mocking him behind his back, saying he only knew how to curry favor and that he just got lucky, Cao Dahua didn't care at all.

After all, luck is also a part of ability!

Meanwhile, Xiao Jun from Gaode Maps, Zhang Yiming from ByteDance, Pei Yi from Kuaidi Pao, Cheng Weixing from Kuaidi Dache, Hu Weiyi from Xingchi Technology, Qu Fang from Xingyin Technology, and others are also busy preparing for their year-end reports.

the other side.

At 6 p.m., Chen Yansen got up to leave work, got into the driver's seat of an Aston Martin Rapide, and changed his route to go to Master Ye's house for dessert.

Actually, the sweet soup and such weren't important. The main thing was that he bought Ye Qiuping two new Christmas-themed skins. After these two days, the atmosphere would be gone.

……

……

The next morning, Chen Yansen drove to the science park.

Afterwards, I took the elevator to the office on the top floor.

I had just sat down when Pei Yi called.

"Boss, Liang Changlin has arrived." Pei Yi's tone was tinged with surprise.

"Yaya.com and Dingdong Community have been sold? Could he have already found buyers before coming to Xucheng?"

Chen Yansen said with slight surprise.

"It's said that YaYa.com was sold to Xueersi, and Dingdong Community has been shut down," Pei Yi replied.

"This style of doing things is indeed swift and efficient. I'm entrusting the person to you. How well the business is done depends entirely on the cooperation between the two of you."

Chen Yansen casually recounted.

“Yes, boss,” Pei Yi replied.

By combining fresh produce with the pre-warehouse model and leveraging the instant delivery capabilities of Kuaipao riders, Kuaipao can continuously expand its product categories and thereby improve its profitability.

It forms a business barrier with Meituan, Lashou, and Dianping.

In summary, the more diverse the product categories a platform offers, the wider its user base can be reached. This leads to more organic traffic, increased user engagement, retention, and order density, thereby reducing per-delivery costs.

Let's talk again next week when we meet.

Chen Yansen kept it brief.

Pei Yi immediately understood the meaning behind Chen Yansen's words, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then ended the call.

Chen Yansen turned on his computer and finished the final development work on the compiler.

Generally speaking, companies like Intel and ARM first determine the intended use cases for the instruction set before developing it and its accompanying compiler, such as high-performance computing, mobile devices, embedded systems, AI acceleration, or the Internet of Things.

Different instruction sets have different requirements for power consumption limits, chip area costs, and compatibility.

The instruction set designed by Chen Yansen is more geared towards mobile and embedded systems. It adopts a minimalist parallel instruction structure and can provide an extreme energy efficiency ratio.

Because the reduced instruction set architecture reduces the number of transistors in the processor core, the chip area is smaller, which can reduce mass production costs.

Ten minutes later, he typed in a string of characters and named it 'Orange Z1', or OZ1 for short.

With a long sigh, Chen Yansen leaned back. This period of time had tormented him greatly. Activating the Planck Clock talent for two or three seconds every day had almost drained his mental energy.

A few days ago, Lao Gao secretly slipped me a bottle of medicinal wine, insisting that it was a good stuff from the north, very nourishing!

Just kidding, does Mr. Chen need supplements?

Chen Yansen refused on the spot.

"Mike, call Lao Wu over here."

Chen Yansen brought up the chat box and sent a message to the chief designer of Tiangong T100.

(End of this chapter)