pjbooks Chapter 80 is not quite the same
Chapter 80 is not quite the same
Over the next hour, Lin Dong met with five people.
The people introduced by Anderson's professor friend were all "high-quality talents" in his eyes.
The first one was someone who works in RF front-end development; we chatted for seven minutes.
He was very polite and technically skilled, but when Lin Dong asked him what direction he wanted to take in the future, he said, "I hope to have the opportunity to join Qualcomm."
Lin Dong smiled and nodded, and they exchanged business cards after their conversation.
The second one is a structural designer, a graduate of MIT, who just came to Stanford as a postdoc.
We chatted for ten minutes, and the person was very polite.
When asked about his understanding of the internal stacking of smartphones, Lin Dong talked for twenty minutes about the injection molding process of the plastic casing.
Lin Dong smiled and nodded, and they exchanged business cards after their conversation.
The third, fourth, and fifth ones—it's all the same.
polite.
solid.
The resume is impressive.
They forget about it as soon as they're done talking.
Lin Dong maintained his smile, occasionally chiming in with a comment or nodding.
His smile was professional and steady, like a well-tuned machine.
The party ended at 10:30.
Anderson yawned as he walked back to the hotel with Lin Dong.
"How was it?" he asked on the street. "Did you see anyone you liked tonight?"
"no."
"Not a single one?"
"no."
Anderson glanced at him but didn't ask any more questions.
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Back at the hotel, Lin Dong took a shower and lay down on the bed.
Palo Alto outside the window was quiet; occasionally a car would drive by, but the sound would quickly disappear into the night.
He closed his eyes.
I went through the list of people I'd be meeting tonight in my mind.
Radio frequency.
structure.
Embedded systems.
Go through them one by one, cross them out one by one.
Then he remembered Cheng Chuan.
Then he remembered Cheng Chuan.
Filter group delay.
Radio frequency front end.
A promising talent.
I'll see tomorrow.
The following evening.
Lin Dong changed his clothes and was about to leave when Anderson poked his head out of the room.
"Lin, you can play by yourself tonight."
Lin Dong looked at him.
"A dinner party?"
"It's an old friend, I can't refuse."
Anderson had changed into a bright blue shirt and was adjusting his cufflinks in front of the mirror. "But don't worry, I've already found out for you—tonight is the 'Structural Design and Advanced Materials' session, the direction you need."
He turned around and patted Lin Dong on the shoulder.
"Go for a walk by yourself, I won't be a third wheel."
Lin Dong didn't ask what "light bulb" meant.
He raised his hand and punched Anderson in the chest.
Anderson paused for a moment, then clutched his chest and took a step back, grimacing exaggeratedly.
"Lin! You hit me!"
Lin Dong ignored him.
Anderson waited two seconds, then couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
He laughed so hard his shoulders shook, and the waiter next to him glanced at him sideways.
"Lin, you're finally starting to look like a young man! Hahahaha—"
Lin Dong had already turned and walked towards the door.
He walked alone toward the engineering school.
The atrium of the Academy of Engineering has been renovated tonight.
There are more display boards, and more people.
Small groups of people gathered around different booths, some explaining and others asking questions; the atmosphere was even more lively than last night.
Lin Dong went inside and stood at the edge of the crowd for a while.
He looked around but didn't see Cheng Chuan.
They might not have come.
He walked a few steps further in and stopped in front of a display board showcasing structural mechanics.
I just glanced at it.
The sound of arguing could be heard from not far away.
Lin Dong raised his head.
A few people were gathered over there.
He couldn't see who was inside, but that posture—
He froze for a moment.
It's Cheng Chuan again?
wrong.
Your posture is incorrect.
The figure behind him appeared more relaxed, with his shoulders relaxed, hands in his pockets, and head slightly tilted to the side, as if listening to the person opposite him.
But that profile—
It was Cheng Chuan's face.
Lin Dong took a few steps forward.
He only saw it clearly when he got closer.
It is indeed Cheng Chuan's face. But it's not Cheng Chuan.
It's someone else.
Their eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same, but their expressions are completely different.
There was no burning anger simmering beneath the surface, no tense readiness to retaliate at any moment.
He just stood there, listening to a boy in a plaid shirt across from him talk.
The boy in the plaid shirt pointed to a structural diagram on the display board and spoke very quickly.
"...Your stress analysis didn't even consider dynamic loads. What's the use of a successful static test? What if it falls and..."
"I've already run past it."
The person spoke.
"I ran three sets of drop tests," the person said. "The peak of the dynamic load was at 83 milliseconds, the stress concentration point was at the radius (R), and the maximum deformation was 0.17 millimeters, which is within the material's elastic limit."
He pointed to the bottom right corner of the display board.
"The data is there."
The man in the plaid shirt lowered his head, looked at the picture, and remained silent.
A few people nearby crowded over to take a look.
The person didn't move.
He just stood there, waiting.
After a few seconds, he nodded.
"Any other questions?"
The man in the plaid shirt opened his mouth, but no words came out.
The person waited for two seconds, then turned around.
Then he saw Lin Dong.
He stopped.
Lin Dong looked at him.
The two looked at each other for a second.
The man smiled.
"Lin Dong?"
Lin Dong was stunned for a moment.
Do you know me?
"Just a guess."
The man took a step forward and extended his hand. "Cheng Yu. Cheng Chuan's older brother."
Lin Dong grasped his hand.
"twin?"
"Um."
Lin Dong looked at him.
"You and your brother..." He paused, "...look a little different."
Cheng Yu smiled.
"That was my younger brother yesterday."
He said, "He went back and told me that he might meet a very young Chinese man that night. I'll describe what he looks like, what he's wearing, and what his tone of voice is like—I'll know it's you as soon as I see you."
Lin Dong looked at him.
Observational skills are good.
Moreover, his manner of speaking was unhurried, warm, but not overly enthusiastic.
Those who work in structural engineering definitely need this kind of personality.
"By the way," Cheng Yu looked at him, "you're also a Stanford student?"
"no."
Cheng Yu waited for him to continue.
"I just graduated from high school," Lin Dong said. "I started a tech company in Shenzhen that makes mobile phones."
Cheng Yu was taken aback.
"Just graduated high school...starting a company?"
"Um."
Cheng Yu looked at him without saying a word.
Lin Dong waited for him to process it.
After a few seconds, Cheng Yu took a breath.
"So, you've come here because..."
"I just finished a business deal in San Francisco," Lin Dong said. "A friend told me there was an event here, so I came to check it out and see if there were any suitable people."
"The right person?"
"Recruiting talent."
Cheng Yu paused for a moment.
He looked at Lin Dong, the scrutiny in his eyes completely gone, replaced by something else.
"Mr. Lin," he paused, "may I ask you a question?"
"explain."
Cheng Yu thought for a moment.
"You said you make phones," he said. "Then let me ask you—if I wanted to reduce the weight of a phone's frame by 15% while maintaining its strength, where would you start?"
Lin Dong glanced at the display board next to him.
There is a structural stress analysis diagram above, showing the stress distribution and deformation data.
He looked at it for three seconds.
"here."
He pointed to the rounded corner in the lower right corner, "The stress concentration point is here. Your current rounded corner is 0.3 millimeters. If you can grind it down to 0.5 millimeters, the stress distribution will be more even, the strength will not decrease, and the weight can be reduced."
He paused.
"Of course, it depends on what material you're using. If it's 7-series aluminum, 0.5 mm is enough. If it's 6-series, you might need 0.6 mm."
Cheng Yu looked at him.
He didn't speak.
Lin Dong waited for two seconds, then looked up at him.
Cheng Yu's expression was somewhat complicated.
"My brother said yesterday that he met a very young genius," he said. "I don't quite believe it yet."
He paused.
"Now I believe it."
Lin Dong didn't respond.
Cheng Yu looked at him, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly smiled.
"You're definitely different from those rich but brainless Chinese bosses," he said.