The next day, Fu Song and Chu Linlin looked the day before yesterday. After breakfast, they went out together to get in the car, took her to work first, and then he came to the Shen family alone.

Shen Chongshan was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he just looked up and asked, "Is it that busy person no longer busy?"

Hearing Old Shen's tone, he held a gun and a stick, Fu Song quickly smiled and said, "I was very busy two days ago. After I finished this, I will come and listen to your teachings immediately."

Shen Chongshan said to Chen Hong's room, "You go and see Xiaohong first."

"Hey!" Fu Song looked at him guiltily, his eyes searching around like radar, "Where is the old lady? Where is the second brother?"

Shen Chongshan finally was willing to raise his eyes from the newspaper: "Xiaohong's mother knew that you came here today and went to buy vegetables in person. Chen Huan went to Mucheng yesterday. Didn't he tell you?"

Fu Song said silently: "No, but I've already greeted him there. As long as my second brother arrives, I will definitely treat him well."

Shen Chongshan waved his hand and signaled him to find Chen Hong.

Fu Song had no choice but to bite the bullet and come to Chen Hong's room, pushed open the door and looked in, which happened to meet Chen Hong's sucking eyes.

Seeing Chen Hong hooking her finger at him, Fu Song's face immediately filled with flattering smiles, and he closed the door, "Xiaohong..."

Chen Hong leaned on her legs and leaned against the head of the bed. Chen Man lay on her thighs, so she was too lazy to get up and patted the edge of the bed and said, "Come on, sit next to me."

Fu Songben thought she hadn't come for so long, and she was angry. At this time, she couldn't help but feel flattered and quickly sat down obediently.

"Come on, call me mom." Chen Hong said as she pinched Chen Man's chubby little hand.

Fu Song said with a funny look: "How can you call me if you are so young..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a series of "momomomo" sounding from Chen Man's mouth.

Chen Hong saw him shocked and said proudly: "My daughter is smart. She doesn't look like someone. She can only speak when she is three years old."

Fu Song defended with a cold face and said, "Listen to my mother's nonsense! It's a silence that is three years old, but in fact it's less than two years old!"

Chen Hong gave him a blank look: "Do you think I believe you, or your mother's words?"

Fu Song was choked by her and kept complaining about Yang Qiaolan's big mouth.

Before the Spring Festival, Yang Qiaolan and Shen Hong, the cheap daughter-in-law, met at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. In such a short time, they actually told Chen Hong a lot of the smells she had when she was a child.

How could you cheat your son like this!

Chen Hong suddenly leaned over to him and smelled it. Then he squinted his eyes and said, "The smell of gardenia perfume, haha, have you been squeezed dry by that little fairy Chu Linlin these days?"

It's okay if you don't mention this, but when Fu Song talks about it, he feels that his two big waists are slightly sore. He has been trying differently with Chu Linlin several times in the study room last night, and he doesn't even have to eat dinner. In addition, he didn't eat much at noon yesterday and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

However, when he thought of Chu Linlin's charming appearance last night, he felt that it would be worth it even if he didn't eat for three days!

"I'll just say that you haven't come to see me these days. You must have been hooked away by Chu Linlin!" Chen Hong saw that he didn't say anything, so she was angry and twisted his arm twice.

Fu Song said speechlessly: "Your second brother is at home, what's the use of me here?"

Chen Hong refused to give in and said, "Oh, you came for that matter? You can't come to see Shen Man and me? You said, are you wrong?"

Fu Song felt a trance, and the round face in front of him turned into Liang Xi's oval face in an instant.

In the past, after every quarrel between Liang Xi and herself, they would ask whether they were wrong, but in the past two years, the two have quarreled less and less, and he couldn't remember when the last time she asked herself whether she was wrong...

So, Chen Hong suddenly asked himself whether he was wrong, which made him suddenly feel familiar and unfamiliar.

"Are you wrong?" Chen Hong felt even more angry when she saw him like a piece of wood, so she pinched him again, "Are you wrong?"

"Oh, it hurts! It's wrong! It's wrong!" Fu Songxia admitted the mistake like a conditioned reflex, and he didn't feel any sense of incongruity.

Chen Hong let him go, but immediately she winked and said, "Hey, did Chu Linlin look pure when she was on the bed?"

The muscles on Fu Song's face twitched twice, and he said with a lot of laughter and cry: "Can you be more serious? Chen Man is still here!"

Chen Hong glanced at Chen Man who was gnawing at her fingers, and curled her lips and said, "She doesn't understand."

Although she said this, she did not continue to ask him. Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future. When you arrive in the United States, Humph, you are my mother alone. When you roll the round and pinch it flat, isn’t my final say?

After sitting for a while, Chen Hong said, "Okay, my dad is still waiting for you."

"Well, then I'll go out." Fu Song stood up and took two steps, suddenly remembering something, "By the way, after you went to the United States, there was no one in charge of the funds. Do you have any candidates?"

Chen Hong yawned and said, "Where did I get the candidate? You can do it."

Fu Song smiled and said, "Then let your dad take care of it for the time being, and I will return it to you when you come back."

"It's up to you." Chen Hong's desire for power was extremely strong. If it were the case, she would never have given the signing rights to others, even her own father, but now she is all about curing her illness. As for power, she can only be placed in the back.

When I arrived in the living room, the old lady had just come back from buying vegetables. When she saw Fu Song, she asked about her well-being for a while, and she was even more enthusiastic than her mother-in-law.

Seeing Shen Chongshan's impatient face, the old lady had to stop talking and instruct Fu Song: "You can eat at home tonight."

"Uh, okay." Fu Song smiled bitterly. It was still morning, and the old lady had arranged all the supper for herself.

After the old lady walked to the kitchen with her feet, Shen Chongshan put down the newspaper and said, "She is just such a person. If you have something to do in the evening, go and go there."

When Fu Song heard this, he was dying for survival and said quickly: "What's wrong with me tonight? It's okay, I'll eat here!"

He can take the words of the cheap mother-in-law as the wind, but he never dares to take the words of Shen Chongshan as the wind. After all, he still hopes that this cheap father-in-law will contribute to his own efforts in the future.

A long-lost smile appeared on Shen Chongshan's face: "Have you seen everything I gave you? If you don't understand, just ask."

Fu Song smiled and said, "You are doing things, I..., what else can I worry about? I just told Xiaohong that the fund account will be handed over to you in the future."

Shen Chongshan glanced at him and said angrily: "Do you want to exhaust me?"

Fu Song said with a grievance: "I can't trust others, I can only sleep soundly if I leave it to you."

Although he knew that Fu Song was flattering, Shen Chongshan still took this trick and stopped refusing and said happily: "Okay, then I will help you with your care for the time being, and wait until you find the right person."

"You don't need to experience everything yourself. The foundation has a budget for management expenses. You can find more people to help you, just open your mouth. Let's just let them run errands for specific things."

Fu Song was really afraid of getting this old guy tired. No matter what, it was Chen Hong's father-in-law, his cheap father-in-law. The most important thing was, if this old guy got tired, where would he find such a hard-working free laborer?

Shen Chongshan smiled bitterly and said, "If I don't experience it myself, I won't feel at ease. If I don't stare at it, I won't be able to sleep well, and I won't be able to sleep well."

After a pause, he sighed and said, "I generally only reported good news and not bad news for the information I gave you that day. The foundation has achieved some results in the past two years, but the problems are much more and more serious than you have seen. I am anxious!"

"Aren't we doing it? We don't need to be too ambitious. This kind of thing requires one step at a time, keep your feet on the ground, take it slowly, as long as you make progress." In this matter, Fu Song, the financial backer who paid for the money, is more optimistic and indifferent than Shen Chongshan.

"You are like Xiaohong, and you are also a person who doesn't know how to worry." Shen Chongshan shook his head gently, his face full of bitterness. "I regret it now. The more I know, the more painful it will be. If I had known this, I wouldn't have been involved in it at the beginning."

When Fu Song heard that he wanted to give up, he was anxious: "Principal Chen, don't scare me! I've lost all the church, and I'm almost going to enter the bridal chamber. We can't give up halfway!

If you give up now, wouldn’t your efforts in the past two years be wasted? Wouldn’t the money I spent be wasted?”

"The hall has been worshipped..." Shen Chongshan curled his lips, "You are too optimistic. You are still far from the church. I just met on a blind date. As for whether it can be accomplished, I still don't know."

Fu Song was puzzled and said, "What did you say?"

"How do you say it?" Shen Chongshan said in a quiet tone, "The semiconductor industry is different from other industries, and involves all aspects. Take the lithography machine you care about most. In the early 1970s, the lithography machine was a simple toy-level structure, with less than a hundred parts including screws.

But by the end of the 1970s, lithography machines became CNC machine tools based on top industrial master machines in every link. Until 1985, our country copied a prototype equivalent to gca4800dsw, which was a mass-produced model in the United States in 1978.

By 1990, a prototype of a lithography machine equivalent to gca8000 was copied, which was a mass-produced model in the United States in 1984."

Fu Song nodded while listening. He knew what Old Shen said, but he did not interrupt him, and he still listened to his nagging patiently.

"The problem is that the prototypes created by concentrating the country's manpower, material resources and financial resources are just prototypes. The stepper motor has a short life, the bearings are prone to wear, and the consumable parts of top industrial master machines are not able to be mass-produced to replace them in China.

Each part of the prototype cannot be mass-produced. It is determined by screening out tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of pieces and barely one or two of them. With such an industrial foundation, how can we mass produce stepper projection lithography machines? With this effort, we must first invest in the manufacturing of a more urgently needed high-end industrial master machine.

Therefore, lithography machines are not a problem that is worse than buying than to build, but a problem that the entire domestic industrial system and basic science are backward.

This is not a problem that you, a few people can solve, or even a problem that the microelectronics semiconductor department can solve itself, or a problem that can be solved in three to five years, or a problem that can be solved by spending money alone.

If domestic precision machine tools, fine chemicals, precision optics and other industrial sectors cannot catch up with the world's first echelon, they will never be able to build advanced lithography machines."

Speaking of this, Shen Chongshan looked at Fu Song with a sharp look and said, "This is just a lithography machine. There are countless similar problems in the entire chip semiconductor industry. Do you think it can be solved by just one fund? Do you still have to do it?"

This is not the first time Shen Chongshan has persuaded him, but although he has advised him tactfully several times before, he has never been as straightforward as he is today. He just almost grabbed his ear and shouted: "Don't waste your little money, it's useless!"

Fu Song actually knew that what his father-in-law said was right. Later generations of lithography machines and aviation engines were hailed as the jewels in the crown of top human industries, and even lithography machines seem to be more qualified to be that jewel than aircraft engines.

He was self-aware and did not dare to hope to make any Mingzhu with his own strength, so he wanted to set up this fund, whether it was borrowing chickens to lay eggs or temptations, anyway, he just wanted to find as many helpers as possible.

Even if you fail in the end, it is worth it as long as you cultivate talents and create something in the process.

Anyway, the domestic semiconductor industry in the previous life was just like that. It could be ridden on the neck of the Southeast island, and the face of a big country was lost.

At least I have my own small wings flashing a few times in this life. No matter how bad it is, it can still be broken? Isn’t it better than in my previous life?

It doesn’t matter who ate the meat, what’s important is that it will rot in the pot.

He also knew that the cheap father-in-law said that these were all for his own good.

The start-up capital of the chip industry chain fund is US$100 million, and most of it has been spent in the past two years. However, compared with the huge semiconductor industry chain research and development work, this amount is just a drop in the bucket and seems to see no hope of success at all.

Instead of spending money on it, it is better to spend it on industries with higher return on investment. Even if it is stored in banks, there are millions of dollars in interest every year.

But, is I the kind of person who cares about money?

Of course, Fu Song would never dare to say this in front of Shen Chongshan if he heard it, but this is indeed the truth.

If he cared about money and felt sorry for money, he would not have built an operating system, let alone semiconductor chips.

Isn’t real estate in Hainan so good? Isn’t real estate in Hong Kong so good? Isn’t the capital market in the United States so good? Isn’t the stock market and real estate market in Japan so good? Isn’t the mineral resources in Russia so good?

There are so many places in this world that can make money. With his "advanced" perspective, he will buy all his money in Microsoft, Coca-Cola, General Electric, and Wal-Mart stocks. In two years, he will buy some Yahoo, Amazon, Google, and Tesla stocks. Will he still have to worry about money in the next few decades?

Let’s talk about the truth about owing money. If you can’t spend it in a lifetime, money is really not money.

Fu Song is in this state now. Domestic assets are basically fixed assets that cannot be realised, but he has a lot of money abroad!

In the past few years, he has taken advantage of the rapid decline in the Daiwan stock market, the Japanese benzene economic bubble, and the collapse of the Soviet Union has plundered countless people. Although most of the money has been turned on and purchased other high-quality assets, such as some of the stocks of some companies in my memory, some of which are used for venture capital, but there are still billions of dollars in cash and cash equivalents waiting for his happiness.
Chapter completed!