Chapter 353: Orange z1's Self-Developed CPU Architecture Unveiled! Yep, Just Short a Cook!

In the evening of December, the cold wind bit hard and leaden clouds hid the sun.

Chen Yansen sat on the sofa by the window, looking at Building No. 6 across the way—the glass curtain wall of Pinbei's headquarters was plastered with all sorts of Christmas decorations, and a Christmas tree over three meters tall stood at the entrance.

He knew perfectly well these people weren't celebrating any damn Christmas—they just wanted a bit of fun, that's all.

Although Pinbei didn't mandate overtime, most employees still clocked an extra three hours on weekdays, and even carved out one day on the weekend for another six.

No choice—the housing prices in 2012 were already showing an upward trend, and the pressure on young people was immense: they had to earn money to buy a house and save up for bride-price gifts. Without grinding, how could they manage?

So, during every holiday, the Administration Department would organize some activities—everyone ate, drank, and drew a few prizes along the way.

Besides, the annual travel fund the project issued had also been cashed out and deposited into their bank cards.

The company didn't mention it, the employees didn't speak up—everyone treated the "travel fund" as an extra subsidy.

"Buzz buzz buzz—!"

The phone on the coffee table rang.

Chen Yansen reached out and with a casual grab, a 64GB Sister Chengzi C3 landed in his hand; the caller ID showed "Old Chen."

"Almost time for the holiday, right?" After the call connected, Old Chen asked awkwardly.

"Still a ways off." Chen Yansen replied.

"How's things lately?" Old Chen continued, his voice dry and stiff.

"Pretty good. You?" Chen Yansen gave a light smile.

The way he and Old Chen got along was just like this—dry, dull; after a few lines, they'd both silently hang up.

"All good here too. The county set up inspection kiosks at the bookstore and the entrance of the residential compound—even a fly wouldn't dare buzz past me these days." Old Chen said tactfully.

"Oh right, I'm not going back for New Year."

Chen Yansen said suddenly.

The local agricultural and sideline products of Chunshen, on Pinbei's billion-subsidy channel, racked up over 3 billion in annual sales, driving employment for tens of thousands across the county.

Tang Lixin naturally didn't dare slack off, and kept Chen Guobin thoroughly comfortable.

Otherwise, once Chen Guobin left Chunshen, god knew whether Chen Yansen would still give them traffic support.

"Not coming back? Where are you spending New Year?" Chen Guobin was stunned at the words, frowning as he pressed.

"Xucheng or Hucheng. I bought a few apartments, so I can go wherever I feel like."

Chen Yansen said casually.

He paused, then added: "You coming or not?"

"Forget it, I'll stay home and keep your mom company." Brother Bin shook his head. Angry as he was inside, he knew Chen Yansen was stubborn as a mule—talking him out of it was useless.

"Bring my mom along, let her come see her son's new place." Chen Yansen said with a smile.

Hearing that, a look of interest immediately crossed Chen Guobin's face. His son had really made something of himself. If Liang Huizhen were still here, she'd probably want to have a look around his place too.

"Send me the address later." Chen Guobin deliberated for a few seconds, then said.

"I'll send a driver to pick you up." Chen Yansen said.

"I'll drive myself." Chen Guobin refused.

"That big Jinbei van of yours? Everything rattles except the horn—don't jostle my mom half to death. Fine, I'll swap you a car. Mercedes, BMW, Rolls-Royce—pick one."

Chen Yansen's brow furrowed slightly as he shot back, annoyed.

"I don't want one." Chen Guobin said, face stony.

"It's for my mom. You're just the driver, get it?"

Chen Yansen lectured him without the slightest courtesy.

Old Chen's temper was a donkey's—had to be whipped or it wouldn't move. Wonder who he took after?

"BMW then, don't buy anything too expensive! Your mom liked them when she was young."

Chen Guobin was silent for several dozen seconds, then said in a muffled voice.

"Got it. If you've got nothing better to do, find yourself a wife—otherwise when you're old, no one will look after you. Let me be blunt: once you get up there in years, I'll dump you in a nursing home and let you fend for yourself."

Chen Yansen threatened.

"Bullshit! I need you to take care of me? Mind your own damn business." Chen Guobin burst out cursing.

"Beep beep beep…" Chen Yansen hung up at once, too lazy to listen to Old Chen's nagging.

Then he sent a text to Ye Qiuping, asking her to come to the office.

In less than three minutes, a "knock knock knock" came from outside the door.

"Come in." Chen Yansen said softly.

Ye Qiuping pushed open the door, took small mincing steps, and slowly walked up to President Chen.

A turtleneck sweater wrapped her upper body snug as a glove, yet couldn't conceal her stunning figure.

Ye Qiuping tugged her trouser leg up a touch, deliberately revealing a stretch of smooth white lace stockings.

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

"I don't have a home anymore." Ye Qiuping's mouth turned down; she forced a smile and put on a look of sorrow.

"Perfect then—come to my place for New Year." Chen Yansen decided on the spot.

"To your place?" Ye Qiuping's lips curved up slightly; the joy on her face was impossible to hide.

"Yeah, I'm short a cook. Don't worry, I'll pay." Chen Yansen said matter-of-factly.

A cook?

You want me, of all people, to cook your New Year's Eve dinner?

Chen Yansen, you absolute animal!

Ye Qiuping froze for a beat, then caught on. She was so angry her chest heaved violently, and her pearly teeth ground together with a creak.

"Not willing?" Chen Yansen asked.

"I'm happy to." Ye Qiuping replied with a pouty expression.

"Good, go ahead and make a menu first."

Chen Yansen waved his hand, signaling Ye Qiuping to leave.

"This peace apple is for you—I wish Manager Chen a safe and smooth 2013." Ye Qiuping hung her head, handing him a bright red apple, speaking in a forlorn tone.

"Thanks."

Chen Yansen took the apple and smiled broadly.

He wanted to tease Ye Qiuping—every trick she'd played on him must be returned in kind.

Ye Qiuping turned and walked straight out of the office.

Soon, a faint smile appeared on her flawless, pale face—at least he liked the food she cooked.

After a brief rest, Chen Yansen returned to his desk, switched the computer screen to an assembler window, and immersed himself in designing the instruction set compiler.

As the year-end approached, all subsidiaries under Senlian Capital were busy organizing year-end report data.

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

"Finally, I can return to Xucheng, Lao Zuo—do you think this counts as returning in glory?"

Cao Dahua, with his round, protruding belly, grinned proudly.

From his noticeably reduced waistline, it was clear how much energy he'd spent managing the Sister Chengzi phone factory over the past year.

Zuo Hongyu lifted a cup of hot tea and teased lightly, "You've lost your position as a mentor at Xuyuan—how are you going to get into the school?"

"Do you think I spent all those years at Xuyuan for nothing? I'll just flash my face."

Cao Dahua glanced at Zuo Hongyu, unconcerned.

After the Sister Chengzi phone factory stabilized, he quit his job at Xuyuan to avoid giving Tang Qingshan and Chen Yansen trouble.

"The Q1 and Q2 production plans for 2013 are ready. The most accurate data on 2012's capacity, cost, quality, and shipment volume won't be available until New Year's Day."

Zuo Hongyu smiled but didn't respond, instead changing the subject.

"No problem—we've got time. It doesn't start until next Friday."

Cao Dahua grunted in agreement.

He never imagined his entire life path would be reshaped by a student.

The dream he'd failed to fulfill in his youth had come true in his forties—the annual shipment volume of Sister Chengzi phones reached about 49 million units, 12 million more than Shanxing, firmly holding the top spot on sales charts.

His nickname in Shencheng's digital circle had changed from "Fallen Hua" to "Ali Baba Hua."

Though some behind his back mocked him for merely clinging to powerful people and lucking out, Cao Dahua didn't care at all.

After all, luck is also part of strength!

Meanwhile, Xiao Jun of Gao De Maps, Zhang Yiming of ByteDance, Pei Yi of Kuaipao, Cheng Weixing of Kuaide Dache, Hu Weiyi of Xingchi Technology, and Qu Fang of Xingyin Technology were all feverishly preparing their year-end reports.

On the other side.

At six p. m., Chen Yansen left work, got into the driver's seat of an Aston Martin Rapide, and detoured to Ye Shi Fu's house for dessert soup.

Actually, the dessert soup didn't matter much—he'd just bought Ye Qiuping two new Christmas-themed skins, and after these two days, the mood would be gone.

…

…

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

Then he took the elevator to the top-floor office.

No sooner had he sat down than Pei Yi called.

"Boss, Liang Changlin has reported in." Pei Yi's tone carried a hint of surprise.

"Did YaYa Network and Dingdong Community get sold? Didn't he already find buyers before coming to Xucheng?"

Chen Yansen said, slightly puzzled.

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

"That's decisive. Hand him over to you—how far the business goes depends entirely on your teamwork."

Chen Yansen said casually.

"Understood, Boss." Pei Yi responded promptly.

By combining fresh produce and pre-warehouse models with Kuaipao riders' instant delivery capability, Kuaipao can continuously expand its product range and improve profitability.

Form a business barrier against Meituan, Lashou, and Dazhong Dianping.

In short, the richer the platform's product offerings, the broader the user base it can cover—this not only attracts more organic traffic but also increases user retention, loyalty, and order density, thereby lowering per-delivery costs.

"Let's talk when we meet next week."

Chen Yansen cut to the chase.

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

Chen Yansen opened his computer and finalized the last development work on the compiler.

Generally, companies like Intel and ARM first define the target use cases for a new instruction set and its accompanying compiler—such as high-performance computing, mobile, embedded, AI acceleration, or IoT.

Different instruction sets have varying requirements for power limits, chip area cost, and compatibility.

The instruction set Chen Yansen designed leans toward mobile and embedded applications, using an ultra-simple parallel instruction structure to deliver extreme energy efficiency.

Because the reduced instruction set decreases the number of transistors in the processor core, the chip area is smaller, lowering mass production costs.

Ten minutes later, he typed a string of characters and named it "OrangeZ1," abbreviated as OZ1.

Chen Yansen let out a long breath, leaned back, and sighed—he'd been worn out these past days, exhausting his mental energy by activating the 【Planck Clock】 talent for just two or three seconds daily.

A few days ago, Gao De secretly slipped him a bottle of medicinal wine, insisting it was a top-tier tonic from the north.

Come on—does Chen Zong need tonics?

Chen Yansen refused on the spot.

"Mike, get Lao Wu and come over."

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

(End of Chapter)