Chapter 426: Technical Breakthrough

"Old? Come on, let me escort you, junior sister."

Lao San looked at the beautiful junior sister beside the table and immediately became interested, preparing to escort her with familiar ease.

"No need, I'm familiar with this place, and this senior student just said he would escort me," Chen Yang winked playfully at Qi Tongwei.

"Uh, right, Third Brother, it's perfect that you're here, take a shift, I'll go escort Junior Sister Chen," Qi Tongwei didn't know why he agreed to it as if possessed.

"..." Wu Haifeng felt his nose itching, as if red spots were popping out.

Qi Tongwei took Chen Yang's luggage and said as they walked:

"My name is Qi Tongwei, a sophomore this year, and I am the Squad Leader of Politics and Law Class One. If you have anything you don't understand in the future, you can come ask me."

"Okay, thank you, Senior Qi."

"This is your girls' dormitory. Your room is 301. It's not convenient for me to go in, so I'll just see you here."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, Senior Qi."

"It's nothing."

Qi Tongwei returned to the freshman reception point and found that Lao San, Wu Haifeng, was talking about him being lovesick.

"You guys don't know about Number Six; he usually stands guard here, but just now, a pretty junior sister made him fall."

"Still talking, ah, Third Brother, you take a shift, I'll go escort the junior sister..."

"Cough cough, Third Brother, why are you slandering someone's innocence for no reason?" Qi Tongwei's face darkened; he had only agreed after Lao San was rejected.

"Hahaha, Number Six, tell the brothers, how pretty was that junior sister?"

"Just... a normal junior sister."

Several people were teasing Qi Tongwei, only Qin Wenzhang did not laugh, because he had seen the person Qi Tongwei escorted on his way back just now, so he quietly pulled him aside and said:

"Cough, Number Six, that junior sister is not an ordinary person. Everyone in her family is... a Cadre, so do you understand what I mean?"

"Boss, I understand. I really didn't have that intention. It was that junior sister who rejected Lao San, and there was no one else around at the time, so I had no choice but to go."

"Fine, as long as you know what you're doing. I just don't want to see you get shut out later."

"???" Qi Tongwei was a bit confused.

"It's nothing, let's go eat something to pad our stomachs; there are still many freshmen."

"Mm, okay."

This was just a small episode for Qi Tongwei, and he didn't take it to heart. After the orientation, he returned to his life of a four-point line: classroom, Library, Student Union, and cafeteria.

Zhang Ping'an had already appeared in Xiangjiang at this time. After nearly two years of development and research, the Oriental Group's first mobile phone was finally born.

Zhang Ping'an had previously communicated with the designer and developer Vitaning; the current mobile phone was only the size of an adult's palm and one finger thick.

"How is it? Have you tested the call quality?"

"Tested, it's perfect. Our GSM signal is stronger than the Big Brother. As long as we lay out the Signal Tower, we can achieve full coverage."

"Good, good, good. Vitaning, your team has made a great contribution and must be rewarded. Tell me what you want, Vitaning."

"Tea, tea leaves. The tea leaves you give to the interns at the research institute, it's delicious and good for the brain," Vitaning already knew a little bit of Mandarin.

The tea leaves were from the Back Mountain of Zhang Ping'an's hometown, and they were also a benefit he gave to the interns at the research institute, just to keep them clear-headed at all times and to squeeze out all of Vitaning and his team's technical knowledge as soon as possible.

"This... okay, I'll give you two jin, two jin for each person."

"Xie bu rou, you are too generous."

Vitaning had also accidentally drunk a cup of the interns' tea, and his previously dizzy and swollen head had become much clearer.

Moreover, the technical barriers that had troubled him before had vaguely begun to show clues, so he would come over to give lectures to the interns when he had nothing to do, and incidentally mooch some tea. This was also the reason why they were able to break through the NMT technology so quickly.

As far as Vitaning knew, all interns had a quota of two liang per year, but now Zhang Ping'an was willing to give him two jin, which was why he praised Zhang Ping'an for being generous.

This was much better than the coffee that made them miserable; it not only tasted good but could also refresh the mind and open up ideas. He dared not imagine how high his technical breakthrough could reach with these two jin of tea leaves.

This was something money couldn't buy. Thinking of the future title of "the world's number one person in mobile phones," Vitaning couldn't help but laugh "Jie jie jie."

"Cough, Vitaning? Vitaning?"

"Ah! What's the matter?"

Vitaning found that everyone was looking at him, and thinking of the scene in his mind just now, his old face immediately turned red.

"Xie bu rou, I'll go back first. You hurry up and organize the factory to arrange production, and don't forget my tea leaves."

"Hahaha, done."

Zhang Ping'an fiddled with the small brick-like machine in his hand; except for being a bit large and thick, it was exactly like the domestic copycat phones of later generations.

"Arrange for people to contact the Xiangjiang operators quickly; this is the 2G Digital Technology they are dying for."

"Also, arrange for the factory to prepare for full-scale production. I want Xiangjiang to be using our mobile phones by the end of the year."

"Okay, General Manager Zhang."

Zhang Ping'an stroked his chin. He had the technology, but he still had to cooperate with operators for base stations, especially in the domestic market; the Post and Telecommunications Bureau was a state-run factory and not easy to deal with.

He didn't care about investing money in construction, but he mainly lacked enough skilled Workers. If he really had to rely on his own people, he didn't know how long it would take.

"It seems I still have to find Zhong Laotou to cooperate, otherwise, with such a large domestic market, I won't be able to grasp it myself."

"Let's do it this way."

Zhang Ping'an handed over the affairs in Xiangjiang to Lou Xiaoe, left fifty jin of tea leaves, and flew to Sijiucheng with a group of technical personnel and ten prototypes.

"You say this thing can be used as a phone? Isn't this a brick?"

"..."

"Do you know about the Big Brother?"

"I've heard of it."

"Ours is more advanced. If you don't believe me, you can say a word to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau. I'll hold this phone in my hometown, and you'll be here; we can just talk, right?"

"Done. Kid, if this thing works, you'll have made a great contribution."

"Whether it's a contribution or not, we'll talk about it later. When it comes to the distribution of benefits, you have to stand on my side."

Zhang Ping'an did not care about money, but he was unwilling to work for others for free; he would not feel pained donating to the State, but if it flowed into certain private pockets, that would not do.

"Good, I understand what you mean."

Thus, the following half month was spent erecting Signal Towers, and Zhang Ping'an called Zhong Laotou, who was deep within Sijiucheng, from his hometown.

"Hello? Hello? Hello? Old Zhong?"

"Fine, fine, fine, so it's Old Zhong, is it? When you get back, I'll show you who Old Zhong is."

Zhong Dingbang's face darkened; he had only been a bit excited just now and had not expected sound to come out of this little brick.

"Ahem, Dad, I was saying hello for half a day, I didn't think the call had gone through, did I?"

"Hahaha."

At this moment, Zhong Laotou still had many comrades-in-arms by his side, each one a renowned figure.

"The young man is not bad, he has a future; I must say, this thing is quite useful, it's just that the size is a bit large, making it inconvenient to carry."

"Kid, don't hang up, we are going to drive out to check the signal."

"Yes, Chief."

"Hello!"

"I am here, Chief."

"Hello!"

"I am here, Chief."

"..."

After changing locations four or five times in succession, this group of old men finally settled down, each of them unable to put the device down, just like children with a beloved toy.

"Hahaha, good, good."

"Kid, come back first, let's have a good discussion about the distribution issue."

"Yes, Chief, I will return immediately."

Zhang Ping'an returned to Zhong Laotou's house half an hour later, and upon opening the door, he saw a group of gray-haired old men staring at him.

"Ahem, greetings to all the Chiefs."