Chapter 702: The Seamstress's Worry

Crack—, something seemed to burst forth in Ma Yun's mind.

How could he not have thought of that? There are countless roads; why should I cling to just one and not let go?

Am I being stupid?

Having solved the long‑standing puzzle in his heart, Ma Yun, like a little errand boy, accompanied Yang Qing in fishing all day, then attended to his every need.

He didn't leave until Yang Qing fell asleep.

The next day, Yang Qing went fishing as usual; people came and went, went and came again.

That day, Ni came.

He came with a smile.

He sat beside Yang Qing and exhaled a foul breath.

"Yang Qing, we've succeeded, although we're only at the level of others' 586, but we really have succeeded."

"Do you know what this means for us?"

"We've broken through the process of going from nothing to something."

"We have also secured a place for ourselves in the world."

"Now the Rapid Dragon CPU lets us free ourselves from foreign dependence in many fields."

"Moreover, with this foundation, I believe that within ten years we can catch up to Intel's gap."

The stagnant air in his heart cleared away completely.

Yang Qing waited until he finished speaking, then said.

"First, produce a trial run; once mass production is possible, hand it over to the military for testing. If it meets the standards, contact Yang Fan—his industrial computers have some needs."

"The rest is up to your promotion."

Ni understood that this was merely the first step of a long march; many difficulties still lay ahead.

Now they have exerted all their strength to produce a first generation; moving forward they need more specialized talent and equipment to drive further research.

As the Crystal Element's structure grows more complex, more personnel are needed and the equipment becomes more expensive.

And much of this equipment is subject to embargo.

They must bear a huge cost, catching up bit by bit.

Another issue is that talent is still scarce, even though universities keep expanding enrollment.

The 211 and 985 projects have been implemented for several years already.

But there remains a gap in talent cultivation, especially for top‑tier talent.

We can't cultivate it ourselves; we have to go elsewhere to cultivate it.

We have spent a huge cost for this, yet the return is meager, and moreover countless people try to snatch it away.

As for that, only Tequ Daxue and Gangdaoligong now exist, and both are under the control of the Yang Family.

To cultivate such talent, the Yang Family spends over a hundred billion each year.

Although some alumni have begun to give feedback on these two universities.

But funding remains limited.

If one day the Yang Family collapses, these two top institutions will also fall.

What annoys Ni most is that Tequ Daxue admits only ordinary people.

Ordinary people certainly have plenty of talent, but cultivating them is also costly.

Others bring capital to join, whereas you have to burn money to become talented.

"Director Yang, what if the Rapid Dragon can't make money?"

Yang Qing turned his head to look at Ni.

"Go on, is there another idea?"

Yang Qing is also helpless; these people always want to invest in the state.

Ni gave an embarrassed laugh, then finally said.

"With state support we can get even more support—why not?"

Yang Qing clicked his tongue.

"Have you thought about who holds the initiative?"

"I can let you mess around, but will others?"

"If you use others' things, later they'll try to stuff people in—will you accept that?"

"If you accept them, with their backgrounds they'll point fingers at you—what will you do?"

"And there are those experience‑grinding babies; the more of these trinkets there are, what will those who work hard think?"

"The more results there are, the harder it is to stop."

"My opinion is: support, you may take it, but people—we don't want a single hair."

"We must keep our team pure in order to maintain its combat effectiveness."

"We would rather go slower and be tired than have our endeavors ruined by others."

"We're all contributing to the country—why make it so complicated?"

"Think about it, think it over—does what I say make sense?"

"As for money, you don't need to worry."

"If I can't hold up, there are still others."

"If we truly can't sustain it, I'll be the one to negotiate—not you."

"Do you have as many schemes as others?"

"Don't forget how Liu Dazhi, Captain Liu, treated you."

Ni fell silent all of a sudden.

He was well-intentioned, because the research fees kept getting higher.

And Yang Qing, everywhere were places that spent money.

Not mentioning anything else, just Alibaba, Huaguang, Hongqiao Semiconductor Industrial Park, and those semiconductor companies acquired in the south.

Which one of them isn't burning money?

Throwing tens or hundreds of billions.

Also charity, schools.

Charity expenses, he found out, also need over ten billion a year.

Such a speed of spending money made him feel terrified.

He just feared that one day the Yang family would collapse, and it wouldn't just be the Yang family collapsing, but the nation's foundation.

He admitted the Yang family's money-making ability was strong, but their spending speed was not weak at all.

All in all, the Yang family needs to throw several hundred billion a year.

What family fortune can withstand such spending?

Now his research is indeed enjoyable, but if he could let Yang Qing bear a bit more pressure, he would be willing to be tired and feel wronged.

"This isn't just your own matter; it's a national strategy."

"You can't bear this burden alone."

Yang Qing lifted the fishing rod; there was nothing on the hook.

"The state isn't omnipotent either."

"Someone always needs to plug the gaps."

"If everything is left to the state, what are we supposed to do?"

"Money has never been personal."

"Whoever can use this money better should be the one to receive it."

"Our Yang family are merely transporters of money, not its owners."

"You don't need to worry about us."

"Even if the Yang family went bankrupt, we would still live better than 99% of people worldwide."

"By then the state will naturally take over, and you won't need to worry about these either."

"While I am able, I cannot let you have any worries behind you."

"Just take care of your own affairs."

"Don't worry needlessly."

The two of them never convinced each other.

Fishing, jabbering, until the sky grew dark.

Only then did each go back to his own home and look for his own mother.

After arriving home, Yang Qing suddenly laughed a little.

"This Ni, really."

"He put all his family wealth into it, and ended up worrying about himself instead."

Recalling another timeline, this old man had spent his whole life living an ordinary life.

He rode a single bicycle until it broke.

Such a person's simple values—how could those mediocre people judge them?

People like that still have to suffer online attacks.

That's because they take things lightly.

If it were Yang Qing, he'd probably be frightened to death.

People, many people, lack the ability to tell right from wrong; they only believe what they see.

So Yingjiang has a plan to use Daxia's youth to topple Daxia.

Feverishly feeding feces to the youth, turning them into feces-eaters who can spew excrement from their mouths.

The era of public intellectuals is truly one where traitors abound.

Yang Qing was initially quite taken in.

He thought whatever Yingjiang did was good.

Ashamed, ashamed.