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"No technological content?"

The two professors beside him wished they could slap Zhang Menglong to death.

The 2nm chip technology is not exclusive to other countries, but it is still only in the stage of a small number of experimental samples and has extremely high costs and low production volumes, nowhere near mass production and industrialization.

This is a completely different concept from mass production.

Frankly speaking, any country that masters 2nm chip technology can, within just a few years, achieve world-class communication technology, thereby affecting economics, politics, military, and other areas, leaping to the status of a technological powerhouse!

According to the current pace of chip technology development, it will take at least 5 more years to achieve mass production of 2nm chips, and until now, countless hurdles have not been overcome.

Solving any of these challenges starts at a cost of tens of billions of US Dollars, and any successful scientific research can earn a professor or even an Academician title. Are you fucking telling me there's no technological content?

If this thing has no technological content, then what does?

"Menglong, what the hell are you talking about in front of Professor Zhou?" Han Jinyu quickly pushed Zhang Menglong, this brat really dares to show off in front of anyone now?

"I'm serious!" Zhang Menglong shrugged, "This level of technology, I can easily come up with hundreds of them! I have as many technologies more advanced than this 2nm chip as you want!"

"You're getting more and more outrageous!" Han Jinyu said, "How old are you? How much knowledge could you possibly have amassed since you were in the womb?"

"Professor Han," Professor Zhou waved his hand, Zhang Menglong's outrageous claims not only didn't anger him but made him even more curious about this young man. Not everyone dares to brag so boldly in front of him, "Can I take a look at your scientific achievements?"

"Of course," Zhang Menglong nodded, "Do you have a computer?"

"Back to Rui!" Professor Zhou told the young man from Longxia.

The young man immediately handed over a computer.

"What kind of brick is this?" mumbled Zhang Menglong.

A flicker of dissatisfaction crossed the face of the young man called Back to Rui, "This is a supercomputer specially prepared by the nation for special departments, costing over 8 million US Dollars. Mr. Zhang, you probably can't buy a better computer than this anywhere."

"Oh, come on," Zhang Menglong operated it casually for a moment, "This smoothness, the response time, it's rubbish compared to my home's supercomputer!"

"Supercomputer? You have a supercomputer at home?" Professor Zhou asked, "What rank is it?"

"Which one are you asking about?"

"Which one? You have more than one?" Even with Professor Zhou's good temper, he couldn't help but feel the urge to beat Zhang Menglong up. Were supercomputers something you could just get casually?

"At the place in Jiangnan City where I stay most often and in my hometown, I have one that's in the petaflop class. In both Yanjing and the Magic City, I have one at the hundred-petaflop level. In other countries, I guess there's one hundred-petaflop computer per place."

"You... your technologies were developed with those computers?" Professor Zhou asked with widened eyes.

"Not really," Zhang Menglong shook his head, "I just use them to play games and watch movies. You have no idea, some console games when you play, even the most expensive computers can get stuck, but this thing will never lag!"

"I... cough cough cough!" Professor Zhou nearly had an asthma attack after hearing this.

Although Huaxia has quite a few supercomputers, there are only two in the petaflop class, "Tianhe-1" and "Xingyun," and Zhang Menglong's family has two of them, which are even used for watching videos and playing games—this is beyond the description of a prodigal son.

But thinking about it, for someone who uses a supercomputer daily for games and movies, an 8 million US Dollar supercomputer really would seem like nothing more than a brick.

"You... just show me those technologies first..." Professor Zhou was afraid asking any more questions might give him a heart attack.

"Okay!" Zhang Menglong logged into a database he had developed and opened a file.

"Actually, I just played around with this full set of 2nm chip technologies. Here, I have the technology for 0.2nm chips, including photolithography machines, photoresist, and other equipment. I think this kind of thing is truly worthy of the nation."

"0.2nm?" Not to mention Old Zhou, even the two professors were suddenly wide-eyed, how many years ahead is this compared to the current technology? Probably more than ten or twenty years, right?

"Professors, please take a look," Old Zhou said.

"Old Zhou, this is not our area of expertise," the two professors said. One was an expert in organic polymer materials and the other a mechanical expert. They could give it a try with the photoresist technology, but for the rest, they couldn't provide any professional advice.

"You can find someone to take a look," said Zhang Menglong.

"Are there any semiconductor experts in Jiangnan City?" Old Zhou asked.

"There are," Chen Hui said, "Academician Hu Chun from Jiangnan University is an authority in the semiconductor domain. If you need, I can contact him for you right now."

"I'd appreciate that, Professor Chen."
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"What? 0.2nm semiconductor technology?" Upon hearing this news, Academician Hu Chun almost flipped the table in his lab, "Are you messing with me? This isn't a joke, is it?"

For a leading figure in the semiconductor industry, there are few people in Huaxia who understand better than Academician Hu Chun what this represents.

"Old Zhou is right here, who would dare to mess with you? We're in the city science and technology hall. The technical materials are also here. You know that my expertise is just the photolithography machines. There aren't many people who have delved as deeply into semiconductor technology as you have."

"Good! Wait for me, I'll be there immediately!"

...

In less than twenty minutes, an old man whose hair had already fallen out rushed into the room, looking harried; several guards outside the door almost mistook him for a dangerous element and detained him.

"Where is it? Where?" Academician Hu Chun asked urgently. Seeing Old Zhou, he restrained himself a bit, "Sorry, Old Zhou, I got a little carried away."

"Academician Hu, you are the expert in this area, please take a look at these materials and see if there are any issues," Old Zhou didn't mind. It's these science fanatics that push the nation's technological development forward at rocket speed.

Hu Chun took the computer and casually browsed through a few pages. His expression went from calm to excited, from excited to stunned, and finally from stunned to a complete deadpan.

"Carbon-based chips... They've actually broken through the limitations of silicon-based materials!"

Just this point alone surpasses current technology by an unfathomable margin!

Based on the atomic diameter of silicon-based materials, 0.2nm was already considered the limit for chips. Hu Chun felt that if someone really had developed 0.2nm chip technology, it would only mean that they had pushed silicon-based materials to their limits.

But using carbon-based materials was absolutely a revolutionary change for the industry. Setting aside the significance, the difficulty was definitely ten to a hundred times greater than that of 0.2nm silicon-based chips!

"This... where did this come from?" Professor Hu Chun asked with a trembling voice. With his understanding of the industry, to make chips like these would take at least 20 years, "I must meet this expert!"

He hadn't done an in-depth examination of the materials, but he believed they were extremely reliable! The person who could organize this information had to be a hundred times stronger than him!

Everyone's gaze fell on Zhang Menglong; Hu Chun's gaze also followed the others until it rested on Zhang Menglong's face.

"You... Are you this expert?"

"Don't look at me like that," Zhang Menglong said, a bit uncomfortable under their scrutiny, "Or else, should I do a split for you first?"