Chapter 1780 "Radiation One" Series

At the beginning, Zhou Qingfeng stayed in the wasteland of the Caribbean and did not go to South America, because he was thinking about all kinds of good things in North America. If you really go to South America, what else can you do besides mining and cutting trees? The people over there are very lazy, and there are piles of waste.

Zhou Qingfeng is currently encroaching on the wasteland of Mexico and encroaching on North America, searching for things from North America through various channels, and all kinds of mechanical and electronic products are the absolute leader. And all kinds of things that are searched need to be processed.

In Lehi City in southern Utah, there is a fab that was originally a joint venture between Intel and Micron. This is the factory that Xiao Yi plans to move to the real world. However, it is very difficult to move the factory. Xiao Yi has not been able to find enough professionals. If the equipment there is moved randomly, all the equipment will be scrapped.

Xiao Yi also thought about whether to reopen the factory, but it turned out that even the Mormon Church, which controls Utah, could not do it. The semiconductor industry chain is too long, and it is impossible to get it done without any link, and it is nowhere in sight to restart work.

Although there is no way to restart work, some of the workers Xiao Yi recruited will not be idle. Zhou Qingfeng found a job for them at the first order - sorting out the 'garbage' from the search.

Freeman was an employee of the original fab. He received a master's degree in computer science from the University of Utah and worked in Intel's fab for more than ten years. He was supposed to be testing wafers in a clean room, but now he's just an 'extreme', living with a pile of electronic waste every day.

"Freeman, come and sign for it." The transport team will bring all kinds of electronic waste every day, and the driver will ask Freeman to send the whole truckload of "garbage" to the warehouse.

There is a large repair and finishing workshop near the warehouse, thousands of people are busy here, doing repetitive work every day. Like cleaning up dusty e-waste.

There are thousands of long tables in the workshop, and different types of e-waste will be delivered separately. Mobile phones belong to the mobile phone department, computers belong to the computer department, and they are even distinguished by brand.

"Send these thirty HP servers to area B7."

"Model 977, send it to Tony for inspection."

"Don't send these obviously damaged ones to us, send them to the waste area. The repair yield is related to our income."

Freeman's job is sorting, and he is very familiar with all kinds of electronic products. Precious, ordinary, advanced, old, he can judge at a glance. This ability makes his income two or three times higher than that of ordinary maintenance personnel, which is enviable enough for the last days.

Freeman approves of the Legion's vast collection of electronic equipment. After all, no one knows when they will be able to return to their life before the cataclysm.

Equipment recovery is necessary. However, many strange things happened during the recycling process that puzzled him.

"These old Dell servers are sent to the refitting area."

"These IBM's are broken? Get someone to fix them."

"Be careful to clean the dust from all the servers, especially the power supplies with fans. The name on the top wants this shipment to be as good as new."

Freeman originally only focused on the equipment produced in recent years, but a few days ago the Aurora Legion headquarters sent an order to focus on collecting a batch of servers produced ten to fifteen years ago. And it requires thorough maintenance and cleaning to make sure those servers look like they were fresh out of the factory.

This order is so strange, Freeman feels that there is no need to deliberately collect a batch of old-fashioned servers. Because the annual global sales of servers are around 10 million units, the number of servers being searched is so large that advanced ones are inexhaustible, and there are even more old ones.

But Freeman found that the Legion headquarters was not joking. They seriously asked all maintenance factories to focus on clearing out a batch of old servers ten years ago. The first batch was around 100,000. model.

Regardless of management or understanding, Freeman has to do it. And just after the production line he managed stockpiled thousands of servers that were needed for roll call, the legion headquarters actually shipped a batch of server shells.

"Erasure the silk screen of the main chip on the original server, put the 'Radiation' logo on it, and replace it with a new casing?" Freeman couldn't understand the order issued by the headquarters.

The server can basically be regarded as a strengthened personal computer, which requires high stability and reliability. Some servers have been working until they are eliminated after being powered on, but their performance is often still good.

Cleaning up is fine, but changing the logos and shells of these servers is superfluous, right? Freeman has worked for so many years, and has never encountered such a thing.

It is easy to change the shell, and it is also simple to erase the silkscreen of the original model on the chip. However, it is a bit troublesome to re-print the "radiation" laser LOGO on the chip, but this is only a little trouble, not an unsolvable problem.

Soon, Freeman's production line completed the task of refitting a thousand ten-year-old high-end network servers. The first batch of goods was even shipped directly to Mexico by cargo plane, and scored good marks in the test, which was personally praised by the regiment commander.

Following the praise were 50,000 bottles of whiskey and various ingredients that were also transported by cargo plane. These rare luxury goods made Freeman's factory burst into joy.

Because of the rewards, the factory even took a day off and allowed the workers to get drunk. Everyone felt that their work was respected and that their efforts were not in vain.

As an important member of the quality management system, Freeman was even honored by the Legion Headquarters. In recognition of his excellent work, the Legion even gave him a woman.

"Freeman, you lucky guy, come here quickly." The director of the factory called Freeman to the stage at the celebration banquet, announcing his special reward in front of everyone. "You can choose one of these ten women as your partner."

The supervisor showed ten young and beautiful women with a virtual projection, which immediately caused whistles at the celebration scene. Many people laughed and urged Freeman to choose according to their preferences.

Although the gradual stability of society allows women to appear in public again, the situation of more men than women may not change for many years. The Legion has always liked to reward those who have made meritorious deeds with their partners. This serious violation of gender equality has actually aroused great popularity within the Legion.

Freeman picked the woman he liked, and asked the supervisor by the way: "Just because the old server I bought works stably, the headquarters sent me a woman?"

"Do you think this job is too easy?" The director of the factory grinned while drinking whiskey: "We are only afraid that we will have to repair tens of thousands of old servers in the future, and the whole of North America will need to recover from all kinds of electronic waste. Millions of units detected."

"Who needs this kind of old server now? We obviously have more advanced ones. I don't know who to sell millions of them to? I think only fools would need them." Freeman was puzzled, But it's always true that whiskey gets in your stomach.

The factory director just laughed, and there are many people like Freeman in North America, and a large number of servers re-polished by them are quickly shipped to Mexico, and then shipped to the real world.

Blade and tower servers are stacked in the transit warehouse. Their models and specific performance have been carefully studied to ensure that no information from the other world will be leaked. And Zhou Qingfeng played this move without knowing the truth, Xiao Yi asked uncertainly: "Is this really possible?"

"Why not?" Zhou Qingfeng asked back: "This is the latest product of our 'Radiation Electronics', an epoch-making new server, whose performance is improved by a whole generation compared with the existing server. Faster speed, larger bandwidth, and more good response.

I even prepared a lot of professional software ready to be put on the market, and I still have a sufficient supply of goods, which will definitely not be out of stock within a year or two. This is our 'Fallout 1' series, and we will be launching 'Fallout 2, 3, 4' in the future. I promise to beat other players in the server market. "

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng full of confidence, Xiao Yi felt sad for his opponent for a moment.