It doesn't matter whether it is Professor Tang or Professor Chen.

Both of them have used EDA.

Yes, aside from the unspeakable confrontation, EDA is indeed a pain in the domestic semiconductor industry.

But even Huada Jiutian, the oldest brand in China, has a market share that belongs to other.

As for other Jiali Chuang, not to mention Huaqiu and the like, they have basically never set foot in the field of VLSI, and they are used to draw PCBs.

Now that the industry is becoming more and more subdivided, it is impossible for those few overlords who have dominated the market for many years to give any new players the opportunity to enter the market!

Not to mention... the current Jizhi Technology, how can He De dare to write EDA?

Yes, Ye Ming is awesome.

But after all, he is not watching movies with thousands of hands - even if he is, that won't work!

...

But the shock of the two was only for a moment.

They knew that Ye Ming never fought unprepared battles.

Such a great honor, he let it go as soon as he said it, how could he be talking nonsense?

"Talk about your ideas." Professor Tang calmed down, and immediately asked: "Let me remind you, not to mention the difficulty of software, just EDA is not just written, it needs to cooperate closely with the fab, and it needs If there is a PDK (fab process kit), where is the process in the fab now?"

"Ms. Tang, no one has a ready-made process for this kind of stitched chip." Ye Ming reminded with a smile.

Professor Tang shivered slightly: "You continue!"

"So, let's just design an EDA specially designed for this kind of stitched integrated chip, and push the design and simulation of this chip to the limit!" Ye Ming said, pointing to his brain: "I have the most reliable simulation data."

At this time, Professor Chen asked: "Your consciousness is that it is enough to write a small and sophisticated design tool, right?"

"Yes! And...Mr. Chen, think about it, do we want to turn it into a chip?"

Ye Ming pointed to the pile of circuits while talking: "We always have to do business. We can't just give them a bunch of chips when customers come to ask us for chips?"

"So, even if we make chips ourselves, we still need handy design software."

"Whether it is to generate GTRGD materials or to connect nerves, chips are needed to produce them! To put it bluntly, it is a consumable!"

Professor Tang and Professor Chen looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

But immediately, Professor Chen raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "You write EDA, it feels like you have to put it on the market and let other people design chips? Are you going to authorize it?"

Professor Tang also looked at Ye Ming immediately.

Ye Ming exhaled lightly and nodded slowly: "Compared with letting us make money for the chip, I think...it is more important to reduce the cost and popularize the use of the chip as soon as possible."

Tang and Chen looked at each other again, and after a while, both of them smiled.

"Okay, it's up to you!"

"Then, we must be soberly aware that it is difficult for ordinary people to accept installing a chip on the body, because it involves not only safety issues and the reversibility of biological nerves, but also ethical issues." Ye Ming's eyes were burning: "So, I think we still have to take the road of virtual display..."

Professor Tang was slightly taken aback, and then laughed loudly: "We'll talk about it when we make money. Now that we don't have any money, it's useless to say anything!"

"Hey..." Ye Ming smiled, grabbed his phone and took a look, only to find that it was already 11 o'clock.

"Oh, I forgot, you have to go to the competition tomorrow." Professor Chen laughed and cursed when he saw him checking the time: "Damn, I regret letting you participate in ACM."

Professor Tang also nodded with a smile: "Agreed, waste of time."

Ye Ming: "..."

"Go, go, your little girlfriend probably sent you a lot of messages." Professor Chen waved his hand: "If you go, you'll get the champion back, and... it's best not to answer strange calls these days."

Ye Ming was taken aback for a moment, then nodded heavily.

...

Watching Ye Ming leave, the two professors looked at each other and smiled.

Professor Tang sighed and said, "Damn it, I just witnessed history by accident."

Professor Chen felt the same: "And this guy is quite ambitious."

"Hmm!" Professor Tang thought deeply, "This guy really spared no effort for the 'future'."

They are both old foxes.

Naturally, he immediately understood the meaning of Ye Ming's need to write an EDA and then publicly authorize the structure of the chip.

——Only in this way can the popularity of chips be quickly promoted, and EDA can be popularized by the way.

Then in the field of future-oriented brain-computer chips, the influence is in his hands.

"And I also want to congratulate you." Professor Chen looked at his old friend and said with a smile, "At least Haowen has hope, right?"

Professor Tang took a deep breath and unconsciously clenched his hands into fists.

"Don't mention this matter, wait until all the technology is complete. Don't make mistakes at that time, then he will..."

Professor Tang couldn't continue.

He is just such a son, if he fails after giving hope, how desperate would it be?

"Understood." Professor Chen said with an expression of "do you think I'm stupid?" "Hey, shouldn't the topic be revised?"

Professor Tang shuddered, and then slapped his forehead!

"Almost forgot about this! You have to reapply and go straight to the major projects!"

...

Overnight.

Ye Ming is as good as he is, and he directly turned on Do Not Disturb on his mobile phone, only answering the calls in the address book.

It's just... After staying with Mr. Wang and other students, he felt that his "life" had returned to calm.

So much so that he had the illusion that those professors yesterday went a little too far?

Of course, the bullet still has to fly for a while.

Even if he posted the paper on arxiv, others would not say anything lightly. In the field of materials, he is not even considered a soldier. It is good to pass the review, let alone spread it.

He even thought that if he and Mo Gu were "fighting" for nature as unknown little characters, would they be killed immediately, without even giving them a chance to reason with the reviewers?

So much so that the first thing he did after getting off the plane that afternoon was to open his mailbox.

Then...the two papers didn't move—Old Tang suggested to him to submit both papers to Nature and strive for back-to-back.

...

London.

Claire Jamelis started his day's work with a cup of coffee.

As the editor-in-chief of the main journal of Nature, and the first target of all physical science manuscripts, he has always laughed at himself as a gold digger, or the kind who digs for gold in shit.

He wondered if he would completely lose his interest in science if he continued this job for a long time—of course, this was the deepest irony in his heart.

"Ah, it's this guy again." Looking at a "familiar" manuscript in the field of materials, Claure subconsciously glanced at the author, and he rejected it unceremoniously. Reject the manuscript directly!

This guy is already submitting for the third time.

what is this? This counts as three recipes for one plate of shit.

But isn't that shit?

Then he clicked on the next manuscript.

Material again.

"Synthetic Theory and Molecular Motion Conjecture of a New Polymer Compound GTRGD"

Looking at the title of this thesis, Crower always felt a taste of stitching.

Then he subconsciously looked at the author and the laboratory.

Looking at the name, it seems to be someone from there?

Are all the materials over there so reckless?

Regardless, Crower has a work ethic.

Forget it, smell it first.

Just as he was frowning and reading this paper written like an experimental report—oh no, it was basically an experimental report—halfway through, a colleague next door suddenly yelled.

"OMG! I have an article here!"

Claure looked at his colleague, who was in charge of the medical field.

"What article?"

"An experiment on programmable new materials and neural anastomoses by means of circuit-generated field waves that directly promote rapid anastomoses in cells! My God!"

The voice of the female colleague was full of disbelief: "Is this the work of God?"

(It will be gone at 12 o'clock in the evening, and it will be on the shelves tomorrow at 12 o'clock noon, with a guarantee of five chapters)

(I won't write a testimonial on the shelves...)

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