I bought a prison in the United States.

Craig leaned closer and carefully examined the logical flow that Morris had recorded, his expression very serious.

He had participated in the design of airborne radar signal processing and immediately recognized the advanced nature of this algorithm.

It becomes clearer that to achieve practical implementation, extremely strong technical implementation capabilities are required.

He glanced at the dismantled wreckage of a Panasonic video recorder beside him, his brow furrowing slightly.

"This logic requires a central controller to run, and only a 16-bit Motorola 68000 processor can meet the real-time computing requirements."

"But there are no ready-made single boards on the market, so we have to make the circuit boards ourselves."

Lin Ge looked at him and asked directly:

"Does that factory have the capabilities to manufacture the circuit?"

"You should know better than me that the current etching tanks and exposure machines are incomplete, but for circuit boards with six layers or less, I can complete the work by manually adding wires."

Craig answered without hesitation, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Ringo was no longer the perfunctory one he had been before.

It was clearly the three of them who were responsible for setting up the monitoring system.

All the core technical challenges and all the ideas for breaking through bottlenecks were provided by Lin Ge!

The three of them were merely executors responsible for turning Ling Ge's advanced technological ideas into reality.

After several hours of discussion, Craig laid out three documents—system architecture, network cabling, and algorithm flow—on his desk.

The seemingly ordinary technical solution before us is imbued with Lin Ge's technological understanding that far surpasses that of this era.

The three stood before the table, looking at the documents in front of them, then at the calm-looking Lin Ge, their hearts filled with indescribable shock and awe.

They initially had doubts about Ling Ge's arrangements, and even felt that Ling Ge was giving orders without understanding the technology.

But now, they have to change their minds.

This Asian warden possesses a technological vision that they can only dream of.

He wasn't some complete novice who only knew how to make unrealistic demands.

This also means that it's not an easy thing to fool him.

"Then, just like we agreed a few days ago, the three of you plus Montes will form a technology research and development team."

"Craig is the team leader, responsible for the overall system design and the assembly of the photosensitive module."

"Omar is in charge of network cabling and signal transmission."

"Morris is in charge of storage control and alarm algorithms."

"Montes was in charge of the video recorder modification and welding assembly."

Lin Ge placed his hands on the desk, his expression quite serious, and said:

"Your workspace is that newly vacated storage room, right next to this office."

"There are already three desks and a whiteboard that was moved from the factory inside."

"Working hours are from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m., with a two-hour break in between."

"Lunch and dinner will be prepared separately by Mrs. Martha, and your standard meals will be one level higher than those of ordinary prisoners."

In this prison, this subtle differential treatment sends a strong signal that the technology research and development team is not an ordinary labor group for prisoners.

"After you give us the blueprints, how do we purchase the components for building the prototype?"

Morris's questions were very practical, as if he had already entered a working state.

Lingo said:

"Peterson Equipment Rental has a batch of inventory components acquired from closed electronics factories, including ICs, resistors, capacitors, relays, and transformers."

"He promised to prioritize supplying my side, at the price of clearance inventory plus shipping costs."

"As for those components that are hard to find on the market, there is a retail store in this county called Electronic Workshop, which has all kinds of strange and unusual parts."

"I made a call yesterday. They can basically get civilian electronic components, as long as they're not military-grade."

Several engineers raised their eyebrows simultaneously.

This reaction stems from professional instinct. Hearing names like "Peterson" and "Electronics Workshop" in prison means that the new boss isn't just making empty promises; he's already taken stock of the resources.

Ringo added:

"In addition, the Tulsa City Library has a complete set of patent office microfilm archives."

"I have had someone search Bell Labs, Kodak, and Sony's licensed patents related to CCD and CMOS."

"There are ways to avoid basic patents. Our innovation focuses on specific application layers in prison scenarios and will not involve core component patents."

Craig took a pencil out of his pocket and wrote down several component models that needed further confirmation in the blank space of the system architecture diagram.

That afternoon, the technology research and development team officially started work.

……

On October 20th, autumn finally brought a touch of coolness to Tulsa.

Lin Ge drove with the window half open, enjoying the cool breeze, and felt unexpectedly relaxed.

Today he was going to meet the chairman of the annual meeting, so he dressed very carefully.

The Arkansas River's water level dropped by nearly two feet after the summer, revealing the greyish-white limestone riverbed on both banks.

A few maple leaves, washed down from upstream, floated on the river. In the old industrial area, more than half of the windows of several red brick factory buildings were broken, with faded "For Rent" signs painted on them.

The city built these factories during the oil boom of the 1920s, and watched them close one by one during the oil recession of the 1970s.

Every fluctuation in oil prices washes over this plain like a tide, bringing steel and dollars when it comes in, and leaving only rust and IOUs when it recedes.

The people of Tulsa thus learned not to trust any promises from strangers.

The copper doors of the Mayo Hotel gleamed softly in the morning sunlight.

"Click."

Lin Ge pushed open the bronze door and walked into the lobby. The elevator was on his left, its brass door frame polished to a shine.

A Black elevator operator in a white uniform opened the door, saw him, and lightly touched the brim of his hat.

"Mr. Underwood's drawing room is on the top floor, sir."

"Please take me there."

Lin Ge nodded slightly and then stepped into the elevator.

The operator closed the copper gate, pulled the lever, and the elevator began to slowly ascend.

Underwood’s private drawing room occupies the entire suite at the end of the rooftop corridor.

The door was made of oak and had a tiny brass plaque nailed to it with only the letters "HA" engraved on it.

Lin Ge knocked on the door, and a steady voice came from inside:

"Please come in."

In Lingo's eyes, the reception room was surprisingly simple.

The Underwood family's wealth ranks among the top three in Tulsa, yet there is no ostentatious furnishing in this room.

The desk was piled high with newspapers and documents, besides two green sofas, and a panoramic photograph of Tulsa's old town hung on the wall.

The most unique thing in this room is probably the panoramic photograph, because Lingo can tell that it was taken at least forty or fifty years ago.

The scene is filled with newly built buildings and chimneys, and the whole city looks like the chest of an ambitious man who is expanding.

Lin Ge glanced at a floor-standing radio standing in the corner; it was an old item, full of vintage charm.

It seems the owner of this place doesn't think the 1980s are old enough.