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Shenzhen.

Sakata base.

The heavy rain in the middle of the night poured down like water, relentlessly washing over the glass curtain wall of the HiSilicon Building.

Thunder rumbled.

The lights here stayed on all night.

The atmosphere in the HiSilicon operations conference room was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Dozens of core members sat there, their faces ashen.

Just ten minutes ago, the devastating news arrived.

ARM has officially stopped supplying the company.

This means that half of the "backup chip" solution they rushed to develop overnight may be rendered legally invalid.

Because those chips still rely on ARM's instruction set license.

"There's no way out."

An engineer with gray hair took off his glasses and covered his face.

His voice choked with emotion.

"Without an instruction set, we can only use the previous generation architecture, which is three years behind the US in performance. How can we fight this war?"

"We have to fight, even if we can't!"

At the head of the table, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit suddenly slammed his hand on the table.

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He is Mr. He, the head of HiSilicon.

"Even if you have to use an abacus, get the data done! HiSilicon doesn't have a habit of surrendering!"

That being said.

But everyone knew that this was a tragic charge.

They were using broadswords and spears to fight against machine guns.

Just then.

The red secure phone that Mr. He had placed on the table suddenly rang.

The shrill ringing of the bell echoed through the deathly silent conference room.

Everyone was startled.

This number is known to only a very few people.

Mr. He took a deep breath and picked up the receiver.

"I am He Ting."

"Good evening, Mr. He."

On the other end of the phone came a young, calm voice, even with a hint of laughter.

Mr. He was taken aback for a moment.

"Lin Che?"

"it's me."

"President Lin, if you're here to comfort me, there's no need for that." President He's voice was firm. "HiSilicon can still hold on, and Microlight is also receiving special attention. You should take care of yourself."

I don't need comforting.

Lin Che's voice came through the transoceanic cable clearly.

Accompanied by the sound of police sirens on the streets of San Francisco.

"I just want to ask, did you see that ship?"

"Boat?"

Mr. He frowned.

"What kind of ship?"

"Last night, the Microlight Ark Labs transmitted an encrypted data packet to you. Code name: 'Open-V'."

Mr. He glanced at the technical director next to him.

The CTO quickly typed a few words on the keyboard and brought up the background logs.

"There is a data packet... it's very large, it only contains low-level code, and we haven't had time to parse it yet..."

"That's a key."

Lin Che's voice suddenly turned serious.

It carries an undeniable power.

"Mr. He, I know that ARM has cut off our path, the whole world knows."

"But if I said..."

"I built you a new road, didn't I?"

Mr. He gripped the receiver tightly.

The knuckles are turning white.

"Lin Che, don't joke around at a time like this."

"Open-V stands for Open Vector".

Lin Che said slowly.

"Its other name is RISC-V full architecture license."

"Just yesterday, I received the final approval order from CFIUS. It is legal, it belongs to Weiguang, which means it belongs to China."

"Most importantly..."

"It is completely open source and is not subject to U.S. export control regulations."

"In other words..."

Lin Che paused for a moment.

It's as if they're giving this bombshell time to detonate.

"Even if the US president were to issue an order now, it wouldn't affect this line of code."

"This is the Noah's Ark that I fought to rescue for you in Silicon Valley."

boom.

On the other end of the phone.

Mr. He suddenly stood up.

The chair was knocked over and fell to the ground.

This elderly man, who would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, was now holding the receiver with his hand trembling violently.

"Are you...are you serious?"

"The data is on your servers."

Lin Che smiled.

"You can have your engineers run it right now. Jim Keller's team has done a full set of compatibility adjustments. In just three days, the Kirin chip can be seamlessly switched to the new architecture."

"What about performance?"

The CTO rushed over and yelled into the speakerphone.

"Not inferior to ARM."

Lin Che made a promise.

"Even faster. Because it was born for the future."

In the conference room.

The deathly silence lasted for three seconds.

then.

Erupted.

"Quick! Quickly extract the data package!"

"Run the simulation! Run the simulation now!"

"My God...it's a complete architecture! It even has a compiler!"

"There's hope! There's hope!"

The engineer who was crying just moments ago now lunged at the keyboard like a madman, tears and snot streaming down his face, yet he was laughing wildly.

Mr. He listened to the cheers around him.

Her eyes welled up with tears.

He took a deep breath, and speaking into the microphone with all his might, he said one sentence:

"Lin Che".

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Across the ocean.

Lin Che stood in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the gloomy sky of San Francisco.

"Mr. He, please pass on a message to Mr. Ren for me."

"What?"

"The backup plan can now be made the main one."

……

hang up the phone.

Lin Che tossed the phone to Xie Yu.

"Let's go."

"Where to? The airport?"

"No."

Lin Che straightened his suit.

Looking downstairs, more and more media vehicles were gathering.

CNN, BBC, Fox... the world's cameras are waiting for him.

Let's wait and see how this Chinese fool, who just "lost" tens of millions of US dollars, will weep bitterly under the sanctions.

"Go tell them."

The rules of the game have been changed.

……

hotel lobby.

The flashes of light came on like a waterfall.

As soon as Lin Che appeared, the reporters pounced on him like sharks smelling blood.

"Mr. Lin! I heard that your Open-V project has been severely affected by the Entity List. Is it facing bankruptcy?"

Will Microlight Technology withdraw from the US market?

What are your thoughts on the US government's sanctions?

The microphone was almost poking Lin Che's face.

Lin Che stopped in his tracks.

He was wearing sunglasses.

Expressionless.

The bodyguards behind him stopped the frenzied crowd.

"Bankruptcy?"

Lin Che took off his sunglasses.

Look at the CNN reporter who asked the question.

He flashed his signature, three-pointed, mocking smile.

"Madam, your information is far behind the times."

"Just now, I donated the permanent right to use the Open-V architecture to the China Open Source Foundation free of charge."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"What?!"

"A donation? Free of charge?"

"Yes."

Lin Che faces the camera.

His tone was calm, yet every word he spoke was like thunder.

"Didn't you say that science knows no borders?"

"Didn't you say it was free trade?"

"Since you've closed the door."

Lin Che extended his hand.

He made a "slashing" motion in the air.

"Then I'll just have to... build a window myself."

"And put this window in your wall."

"Starting today, any company whose supply has been cut off can use the Open-V architecture for free."

"You've blocked off Warwick."

"I will build thousands upon thousands of Warwicks."

"Mr. Lin! Are you declaring war on the United States?!"

The reporters went crazy.

She asked the question while screaming.

Lin Che did not reply.

He put his sunglasses back on.

Escorted by bodyguards, he strode towards the black bulletproof car.

His back view was resolute.

Like an assassin who has just lit a beacon.

The car door closed.

It isolated us from all the noise.

Lin Che leaned back in his chair.

Close your eyes.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

This moment.

All the adventures, all the pretense, all the humiliation.

It was all worth it.

"go home."

He said softly.

The wheels rolled over the streets of San Francisco.

Heading towards the airport.

Facing east.

That's where the sun rises.